My son runs, wrapping arms around
my nebulous waist.
"l love you, Mom!" He squeezes tighter,
as if letting go would be his black hole.
"I love you, too, " I squeeze back, absent mindedly. (Where is the cream? I need coffee.)
"I love you more!" he breathes, without pause.
He gazes into my eyes,
searching my planets.
"Oh no, that can't be true," I retort.
I forget the coffee, his eyes are starlight.
"I love you to infinity!" he exclaims,
staring harder.
He wants to sail the Milky Way with me.
"Me too," I reply, and remember oxygen tanks.
I'm speaking in light years, and I hope the sound waves will catch up to him.
His face cracks into a million years of forever, before he lets go,
dancing across the universe of our livingroom,
his solar system intact.
At least for now.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Please let me go
Where I'm unknown,
Wind always blows,
Everything goes,
Cool river flows,
Bury my woes.
Oh, take me back
To Chicago
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Bury me in peaceful pasture
underneath a cobalt sky
far now from the battle raging
far now from my mother's cries.
Lay me down neath boughs of splendour
where the breezes speak of love
safe now from the wailing sirens
safe now from the drones above.
Lead me now to heavens garden
where my soul once more will play
games without the fear of dying
games without the fear of pain.
There I'll find my friend and brothers,
all the children gone before
too young to leave a world now mourning
too young to die in bitter war.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
A dark moonless night,
Envelopes and hides the field.
The puddles upon the ground,
Have lost their crimson hue.
The twisted stiffened bodies,
Hidden in long deep shadows.
His perch atop the Bell Tower
A lofty lonely isle amid,
A sea of waste and death.
His filthy hands still griping
His instrument of war,
His eye straining at the glass
Searching for movement
In the silent depths below,
Finger on the trigger,
Sweat upon his brow
Three days have come and gone,
Since he climbed those stairs
And took his place among
The pigeons’ and the bells.
He had been a mere boy of
Seventeen three long days ago.
Now he felt a hundred sick,
And tired years old.
And even the pigeons had
Deserted him and flown,
Or been shot to pieces,
From the troops below.
His fingers took inventory,
Only sixteen rounds remained.
He had fired his weapon
Over ninety times and
Never once, had he missed.
Haunting ****** pictures,
Of their devastation continuously
Replayed in his head.
An hour ago he heard
Its treads and engine
Churning in the dark.
The tank had come for him,
Would **** him at first light.
Strangely he felt no fear,
Resigned and willing,
To make of this,
A final, fitting end.
Grown to a man and dead,
All within four days span.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
I love the way my cat looks
On spring-ish autumn days
Ignoring everything and
Hiding under the shade
Black bugs crawling through white fur
Dandelion pillows on green earth
Then I remember being young
Sticks became swords under the sun
I could fly if I closed my eyes
And truly believed
But that was some time ago
A different cat in my home
I was so much younger
And so was my house
And so were the trees
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Not quite satisfied unless I wake up past noon
More than acquainted with all shapes of the moon
In fact we might be distant lovers
It's possible that we were brothers
In some forgotten past life
Illuminating pale light
While conquering the black night
Hovering above the sky
Representing malevolence
By leaving the alley ways dark
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
What's going to happen next?
Friend, it's already happened.
Isn't time a
Curious thing?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Biding time
Making rhymes
Till I find
Some purpose
Always I
Fall behind
Sleeping till
Last minutes
Missing flights
And free rides
All along
The Highway
Losing sight
Fading mind
Close my eyes
I'm distant
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
What ails you?
Is it your body that fails you?
Or your brain?
Or is it
your heart that
gives you pain?
Whatever it may be
There's a cure
Yes, I'm sure
Maybe medicine
Maybe words
Deep breaths
And one day,
even Death.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Of the stars in the sky,
some faded, others bright.
Briefly I join them,
bringing end to the night.
Of the Sun I'm prologue,
I come before the day.
I guide the mighty Sun,
and I show him the way.
Of the peoples of Earth,
for who I do labour.
The name they've given me,
is no longer favoured.
Of darkness they image,
when people hear my name.
Malevolence and fear,
It is me who they blame.
My name has been spoken,
from near here and a far.
Lucifer they call me,
I am the Morning Star.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC