My best friend was my Teddy,
I would hold him every day,
And when the monsters came at night,
He’d scare them all away.
My best friend was my mother,
For she kept me safe and warm,
And while she held me close at night,
I feared no hurt or harm.
My best friend was my father,
For he always knew the way,
And though my path lay in the mists,
He never let me stray.
My best friend was my baby,
And I loved her more than life,
And in my sweetest dreams I dreamt
Of making her my wife.
My best friend was the bottle,
For it filled the hole she left.
It numbed the pain, it dulled my mind,
It helped me to forget.
My best friend was the needle,
For it tamed the beast inside,
And when the monsters came at night,
I’d run from them and hide.
My best friends all deserted me,
I struggled on my own,
I said a prayer… to empty air,
And found myself alone.
And when I found myself alone,
A cobweb on a shelf,
I knew that no one, nothing could,
Protect me from myself.
I sought a friend, a smiling face,
I made a call or two,
And always heard the same six words,
“We don’t have time for you.”
My Teddy could not save me,
For the monsters proved too strong,
My mother tried to rescue me,
But couldn’t stay for long.
My father was asleep in bed,
He did not hear my cry,
My baby left me years ago,
We’re over, she and I.
The bottle proved a fickle friend,
And when I drained it dry,
The bottom held no answers,
And I could not see the sky.
The needle proved a traitor,
And the day I turned my back,
It slipped a knife between my ribs,
And everything went black.
My best friend is the reaper,
And I yearn a coup de grace,
I feel his breath, a shot rings out,
I feel his cold embrace.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
If I were you, then who'd be I?
It seems, no matter HOW I try,
I can't see how it could be true,
That there could BE a ME and YOU,
If I were you, or you were I.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Through my window
Nigh on midnight
Falling snowflakes
In the moonlight
Swirling, falling
Something calling
Me toward another world…
Each exquisite
Crystal lattice
Gifts from God
To us, por gratis
Hidden meaning
Knowledge gleaning
Knowledge of another world…
Something stirring
Deep inside me
Heart and Spirit,
Join to guide me
Toward the door;
Toward something more
Portal to another world…
Slowly, surely
Fog is lifting
Veil dissolving
Snowflakes drifting
Diamond whiteness
Mirrors brightness
Shining from another world…
Very close now
Drawing nearer
Misty vision
Growing clearer
Throne room glorious
King victorious
Conqueror from another world…
Music deaf’ning
Church bells ringing
Roaring, tolling,
Angels singing,
Ground is quaking,
Trembling, shaking,
Glorious, wondrous other world!
Veil descending,
Vision fading,
Crumbling, ending,
Fast abating,
I am grasping,
Clutching, clasping,
Yearning for another world.
Road before me,
Doubts behind me,
I implore thee,
Lord, remind me:
You have sought me,
Found me, bought me.
I was made for other worlds.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
The age of men has morning seen,
A blessed hour, pure and new,
When all was fresh and bright and green,
And clad with sparkling drops of dew,
That caught the neonatal light,
Proceeding from the infant star,
That gave to men the gift of sight
And bathed the darkling isles afar.
The age of men has midday known,
And man has seen his golden years,
But monuments of carven stone
And kingdoms forged with swords and spears,
Cannot endure, but pass away.
The years of men are but a breath,
The evening swallows up the day,
And all is swallowed up in death.
The age of men rolls on and on,
The land grows darker year by year,
The chariot of Phaeton and Helios shall disappear,
Then darkness shall o’erspread the land,
A spectral, phantom moon shall rise,
Until a black and withered hand
Shall cover heaven’s watching eyes.
Then blackest night shall cover all,
And darkness will the ruler be,
And in his blindness man will fall
And wish that he had turned to me.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Lonely vigil, nigh on midnight,
Stars above and earth below,
Sacred silence, dark inviolate,
Seated in the fire’s glow.
Dreaming of a lover’s whispers,
Dancing with her memory,
Drowning in a sea of roses;
Drinking in the melody.
Breathing, touching, soft caresses,
Sweetest honey, strongest wine,
Whispered vows, that sweet assurance:
“I am yours, and you are mine.”
All is fleeting, air and ashes;
Tears ahead and oaths behind,
Fire burning down to nothing,
How could I have been so blind?
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC