Crippled child, crippled man,
crippled lame man,
who could ask more of me than God,
who broke me, before I even came.
and so, gnarled little stump of a boy,
who only felt shame,
he who could have known love,
felt only shame.
How could this happen
It wasn't supposed to be that way,
brave little boy though,
held his head high,
and walked forward,
but who could know the fear he felt,
terrified, he took the next step,
and at every turn, the looks,
laughter and jeers sounded beyond the senses,
How it felt, horrible,
but still the head held high,
such strength and valour,
oh, beautiful child
I am here now,
I am the light in the darkness,
and I can see,
you have returned to me,
and what can a father say,
except forgive me
even a God will cry, at times....
I have always had the opinion
that people who always joke around
have something to hide.
Being one of them myself,
as a severely nervous habit,
but with time those superficial bits are broken down.
So I wonder, is it me?
Do you just not care to really know what lies on the inside?
Which would be okay, if it wasn't so damn important.
If I felt the need not to care,
to not bother trying to get so close,
to not even tolerate something I did not have to before...
But I do.
I could easily just make it not my problem.
But it is.
If things continue in this way,
when even one day is just a little too much
then I will find my time spent on other things.
Fluid swapping
Touching and Grabbing
And Starry eyes
You call it 'love'
I call it reproduction
I don't want to see
The way generations
Form up each decade
Keep your mating
Behind closed doors
Including the dating
The mating-call-dance
Softly remembering the quiet whispers of the morning wind
Everything is slowly fading now, starting to feel like just a dream
Part of me wishes I could go back to the way things were
The calm covering me like waves of water
bringing me back
to moving forward
and I know nothing will ever be the same.
.
I practiced a tone
that propped many an ear,
while waiting for a devil's curse.
The gargle dizzied a fancy,
posing as a friend,
rescuing me in dire trends
to wallow the poisons
and, as you say, become immersed.
Everyday, a death inside,
and every one steals a piece
that perverts my mind to shame.
To nourish such an affinity,
the know in such confusion;
I have taken to such a game.
To debate my love
in my affected state,
surely by perdition,
bats would snack my tongue.
A grave with a familiar name
is hushed on a cemetery breeze;
to never speak their name again,
at midnight I'll be silhouetted as I'm hung.
My heels will click
and fall to Earth splitting soil,
to warrant my need for you
as my last twitching dance
pumps out my bleeding tears
into the ground above you;
seeping upon your rotting palate
to tell a tale from one with woes
of having not a chance!
I told you once,
before I swung from cracked timber,
that I don't deserve your love.
I'm stealing away
on an electric tide
of an ultimate pain,
to Lucifer's chair by bleeding doves!
You tired of my name;
looked to see urine fan the flame
as your empty smiles litter air!
My shields are closing.
All my demons screaming,
sense me leaving;
if you can't reach me in time,
I'm food for crow,
done my way!
-Mark Lach
Inside us lurks the vice
Seeking new ways
Finding new device,
To justify its need
And fallacy of virtue
It spreads like weed
Sounds like true!
We make a deal
With the invasive vice
Of our free will
We heed its advice.
Vice has a say
For whatever we strive
We need its easy way
We need it to survive.
Vice supple and smooth
Builds with us rapport
Virtue looks uncouth
Scary enough to abhor!
I think I've been sitting in front of plasma screens for way too long
Because I feel a carcinoma in the back of my head
Oh, and I guess I bleached my brain out
Because my laptop feels like a tanning bed sometimes
I can't help but notice all these living room nomads
With faces pasted to the television
Growing remote controls out of the back of their skulls...
I reached my hand to feel the back of my scalp
And just found my own sweat.
I hear voices..Telling me to do wrong,
Take a life and make it last long,
A serial murders life is what I'm living,
Insane I never said I liked living,
Death on my breath every step I take may be your last,
Beware of a person who will kill your ass!!
I'm foul make you release your bowels,
Gun smoke is my favorite smell,
Yellow tape a body and a police report,
No remorse you will never see me in court,
Case closed, call it an unsolved mystery,
In my own way I'm leaving my mark on history,
11 o clock where are the children?
If I find them I'm sure to be killing them,
wrapping them up, marking their grave,
A finger or a news clip is all I save,
My beginning is your end my intent is to weed out humanity
If I get caught I'll plead reason of insanity.....
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Every time you hear
A baby laugh -
I'm there...
Every time you see
A firefly -
I'm there...
When new spring
Wildflowers bloom,
Or you hear the
Thunder boom,
And Momma's perfume
Fills the room,
I'm there...
When the first flakes
From winter fall -
And when you hear
The robin's call -
I'm there...
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 there...
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 -
I'm there...
Or hear the sharp song
Of the Oriole,
I'm there...
When April blossoms fill the trees,
Or you hear the song of honey bees,
Just like the gentle
Morning breeze,
I'm there...
In the cool of the morning dew,
And in the little songs that you
Hum when you're not aware,
I'm there...
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 there...
I'm in the lazy
Summer breeze
Winding through
The dancing trees -
When the first spring rain
Greets the day,
Or you hear my sisters pray,
And a secret blessing
Falls your way,
I'm there...
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
Long ago,
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
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"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."
~Author Unknown
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This poem is not meant to
Offend anyone's faith or
Religious beliefs.
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 . .
http://www.davidkusel.com/alumni/memorial/gage-king.htm
I miss you.
Not like how I miss home,
more intense.
Is it weird that I miss
the way you smell?
Because I do.
I miss the way your arms
feel around me,
and the way you always
kiss the side of my neck.
I miss the way you make me
laugh like no one else.
But, whenever we talk,
you barely say anything,
so my anxiety likes to kick in
and convince me
that you're annoyed with me
or
are going to break up with me.
And yet, I still miss you.
