_______everyone has a shadow__
___constantly connected to them___
_following them everywhere_________
___i've found someone____
_who was able to kill my shadow______
_they shone the light
_____directly onto the darkest part of me
_i found the light for them_
we brighten up the darkest parts of each other
so as we stand
out in the open, sun full beam on us
with no darkness to be found near us
~ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ~
Every time you hear
A baby laugh -
Every time you see
A firefly -
When new spring
Or you hear the
And Momma's perfume
Fills the room,
When the first flakes
From winter fall -
And when you hear
The robin's call -
When you see
A bright-eyed child
On Christmas morn,
Or a brand-new baby born,
Just like the soft silk
From the corn -
I'm in the teardrops Grandma cries
When praying every night.
And when the eve is over,
You'll feel me in the morning light.
And every ray of sunshine
That warms your Saturday,
I'm there. I'm in their laughter
When I see my sisters play.
When you hear
The thunders roll -
Or hear the sharp song
Of the Oriole,
When April blossoms fill the trees,
Or you hear the song of honey bees,
Just like the gentle
In the cool of the morning dew,
And in the little songs that you
Hum when you're not aware,
Or when new snow falls,
And Grandpa calls
To ask you how you are.
When the rain beats low
And the soft moon glow
Wakes up another star.
I'm in the lazy
The dancing trees -
When the first spring rain
Greets the day,
Or you hear my sisters pray,
And a secret blessing
Falls your way,
When the first leaves
Of Autumn turn,
And Winter nips
Against your door,
And starlight dances
Through the sky,
And bare feet tap
Across the floor,
Or that final breath
Of Autumn sings
A song from oh, so
And Winter sets her
Eyes upon the morning
With a dust of snow,
I'll be watching over you,
As quiet as can be,
With a gentle warmth
Within my heart-
Because you mean
So much to me.
Copyright © 2011 Richard D. Remler
"Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather
openings in Heaven where the love of our lost
ones pours through and shines down
upon us to let us know they are happy."
This poem is not meant to
Offend anyone's faith or
This Is In Memory of Gage King,
My young cousin, who, on Tuesday,
September 2, 2003, at the age of 5,
Was struck and killed while riding
His bicycle by someone speeding
Through a residential section of
Manning, Iowa, USA . .
The first thing went through my mind when I
saw a beautiful woman was.
1. what does she taste like. Her skin. her mouth. that spot right behind her ear. just inside he ear.
The soft curve of her neck. Her shoulders. The junction where breasts meet her arm. That long expanse of her soft belly. Her sweet lips as they parted to allow access. Tart,salty, sweet all combined. I could see myself eating all courses slowly savoring.
2. What does she smell like. Not her shampoo or lotion or perfume or body oils. I mean her pheromones.
that deep unique essence of her.That smell at the base of her neck. under her chin her armpits,the hollows of her elbows. her belly button, her beautiful mound, that simmering potion be it ever so slight or close to overstated as I gradually slid down to Taste. To nibble at her taint and stab gently with my tongue. Her ass. That never- never land of sensual convergence.
3. What does she sound like in various modes. Her voice lilting, high pitched, throaty, nasal. he cadence of her speech. her laugh nervous, content, sing-song. early upon waking.so many undulations and coloration's.
4. What does she think like. concise open, flowing restricted, guarded,untrusting, fair, fearful,provocative, sensual, sexual,cold, shallow, deep,intelligent, smart,vengeful,hurt,
carefree,calculating,ditsy,unsettled, divided, loving,caring,nurturing.
5. Is she Clit or Vag or a combo of both. And what other erogenous hot spots. Which one gets her out of her head and free falling in unabashed ecstasy. Which hollow or crevasse or soft expanse is a fuse. Another ingredient to her potion. how many stimuli could I apply and keep in her sensual Calliope until a thrashing conclusion or a cessation of movement, breathing or sound that will bring her release tumbling down in near syncope.
6. If she had on no lipstick I would imagine her breasts/aereolas/nipples. brown, wide, smooth , bumpy, pink,caramel thick long endless.
7. what comes through her eyes. my god her eyes. That is another universe worth of endless research and
Now I don't do the subconscious speed of light hound dog amalgam.
Now I just see the woman and see the woman again.
All is still applicable but is casual thing. third nature even.
God. Thank you for your gifts.
I take a breath, and hold it in.
I feel the pressure deep within.
I feel my heart, it loudly screams your voice.
It's not my fault, not wasn't even my choice
This dream its lucid, it makes me realize.
My perspective is twisted, seen through clouded eyes.
Pull the slivers, they feel deep.
The memories are painful, they make me weep.
My mind is bleeding, thoughts gush out.
They hurt me so much, that I could shout.
The rain on my face, rinses my soul.
The stain left over, swallow me whole.
Then I fall down, right to the ground.
My clock isn't ticking, it needs to be wound.
Knees all bloody, pants are torn.
My heart is in tangles, cluttered and worn.
My heads down so low, I think I give in.
My head feels so heavy, I can't ever win.
All goes quiet except my breathing.
I'm okay I swear, my heart is bleeding.
Everything goes black, quiet, and still.
I know I can do this, without this stupid pill.
So I'll rise up, grow up, raise my head up high.
Laugh, smile, breath, and be a happy guy.
With moments of weakness, comes great power.
The light of the sun, in it I will shower.
Clumsy as words, I dared approach,
And over the edge I bent.
A sight unexpected appeared to me
And reeling back with a gasp I was sent.
I gathered my senses, gazed brave as I might,
And the water within shone a shimmering light,
And reflected the white of a man's final night,
Penetrating the darkness of his final fight.
Weary from a sorrowful walk in the woods on a whim,
And the madness and heartbreaking sadness within,
I had long kept a silence, and my heart was burdened,
And so I greeted thought foe as a friend:
Exclaiming, I realized that no hunt, but a chase had taken place,
That instead I had followed dear death, and I wept.
'Twas then that I opened my mouth in prayer
And then I closed my eyes and I leapt.
i walked into the night,
and felt the cool air's breeze.
stepping away every once in awhile
usually gives me enough to release.
in an attempt to sober up from binge thinking,
i noticed i was alone, moreso than usual.
not a single car on the street,
no single individual.
this is common after midnight
but i thought there had to be someone who is also deprived of sunlight.
it was then that i was blinded by unusual headlights
on a vehicle known as hindsight.
abandoned the instincts of fight or flight,
because i was curious.
it turned into my driveway.
it felt as though there were some undiscovered forces at play,
as i lay in wait.
the door opened up, and a man with a bright white aura stepped into view.
i gazed upon his face and then was at a complete loss as to what to do..
he looked at me, smiled, and said, " yes, that particular thought is correct,
i am you.
you needed someone, and so here we are.
see this distance between you and your true self aren't so far apart.
it gets hard, when dealing with passions of the heart,
but every day, every minute...moment, can be a new start."
Everything happens as it's meant to, though, right?
" destinies are in the hands of everyone who believes it,
but most don't see to seize it."
are you, God? an Angel? a jester in disguise?
"you naturally won't want to accept this statement initially,
but i will tell you no lies. i am from a faction of lightbearers,
to help illuminate the path. the variables you add and subtract though, changes the outcome like math, heh heh."
where am i to go?
" you are not to know, yet, what's the fun in that?"
true, but then what about this,' shedding light on the path'?
"all that is within you, is everything. unlimited potential and power to benefit the universe.
before i disperse back into the cosmos, i am here to ensure that your own light grows. the love you emit causes radiated blooming within the chakras of others, but your aura has diminished, do you know why this is?"
" embrace all that you are, Ryan. i needed to remind you that you are loved deeply. take care of yourself, so to not be the cause of your own reaping. your efforts are never exhausted, i see and appreciate all you do, with a smile. now go the extra mile, cross the line and let your divine shine through. you are never alone, remember things from the past you wrote. every word still holds true.
i must be leaving, but listen to what's inside when you're unsure of what to do. Namaste, Ryan."
but wait! who really are you??
as I stood in bewilderment, he ascended into the sky with a smile, and his vehicle disappeared.
would this interaction have happened had i displayed my primal urges of fear?
when he was no more than a sparkle in the eye that is the ever-expanding sky
i didn't feel so dry and lifeless, but rather moist with creative juices from all that sunk in.
and the warmth, it was a love you could touch without touching.
this is what i was missing.
and so when reminiscing, i show gratitude and blissful appreciation,
because too much can be lost in the translation of contemplation.
I sensed the pureness and innocence in your sacred space
I saw a part of me in you
I've never met someone I felt affinity to before
But now I feel dead around you
You've lost your authenticity
You are now a puppet under their spell
You are letting your beautiful heart be consumed by darkness and evil
This is not who you are, I know because I felt the real you
Everyone is born pure and innocent
Please don't let it take you
I got sucked in for a while, became evil like you
Lost, and confused in emptiness
I now focus on healing myself and let the love and light enter my heart
I feel whole again
And I still want to one day remind you to really see and feel
The light and pureness of unconditional universal love that is with in you
The night has fallen, yet the sky is a light shade of gray
The morning sky is pink like a dainty rose
The snow sparkles in the evening when the street lights shine upon it
My eyes crinkle in laughter, and tears drip down my cheeks
City lights bounce and reflect off of the lake
Friends are there to back me up
The biggest, ugliest birds look majestic in the sky when migrating South
Something looks so perfect, and I wish I had a camera to capture the splendor
A book intrigues me so much that I zip through it and don’t remember a word
I can share all of my secrets with a person I just met
My hands graze the water that rushes past the boat I am in
Something so terrible turns out to be something wonderful
I experience a literal OMG, ROFL, LOL, or LMAO
The wet sand oozes through my toes
I get a perfect score on a test that I studied hard for
I feel the cool, frigid water slap my red hot face
A song fills me with extreme adrenaline
The wind hollers, whines, and moans outside of my window
A tree starts one inch tall, and grows to be one mile tall
Someone tells me that I have inspired them
People compliment me on my work
I am able to get in front of people and be honest with them
My body feels rejuvenated and young
The veins on the back of my hands pop out and pulse rapidly
I can feel the hot air blowing on my face when I roll down the car windows
My legs are smooth because I have just shaved them
A poem seems perfect to me…
In the dark labyrinth penetrates no light
Sight like all else is out of sight
There’s no virtue no wrong or right
Nothing but evil and evil shines bright!
It’s the breeding ground for the darkest of thoughts
Putrefied stinking around it darkness clots
Where is such place where can we find?
It’s lying within us, it’s our mind!
baiting my breath
the sweet taste of wine
loosens my lips
waiting for what'
sating my mood
with any food
waste to the
I have become.
now fully felt,
through skin, like
fatted not draped
like a discarded
as I miss the
mark once and
dullshooter, not sharp
out my door, into
light mood darkened;
not by shadow,
not by sightless,
not by faith,
for what little
I have I must
Of all these things
buried in me,
my own grave.
The pit is full.