I have cried a million tears....
I feel a sharp sword piercing my heart
The pain is excruciating.....
The blood runs profusely through my heart!
Sometimes I am so alone, crying
staring, through a door's key hole...
I see you in the distance I scream your name
you don't hear.
Tears choke me.....
Slivers of my of my butchered heart lie upon the wood floor
still pulsating......
I will love you forever....
though you never cared!
Can you drown in tears?
I have....
Maybe one day a fleeting thought of me will sweep through your mind? You will smile and your heart will skip a beat keeping me alive!
As my memory fades in the minds I loved, who cared, for me.....
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC
Dear God! Let me be a bright light in a world of dark despair.
Let me bring a joyous smile to a face washed with the saddest tears.
Help me feed the homeless who sleep on the cold, lonely streets
and miraculously always love and care in everyway!
I know it's hard in this world of much thoughtlessness and pain,
but I know when I pray to you my prayers won't go in vain.
I hope one day, to have my way and change this world for good!
Peace, Love, Understanding, will always be understood!
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
Is that an Angel's tear;
or is it yours?
The one I knew as my everything,
my today,
my tomorrow,
brought me love,
brought me sorrow.
Can I smile a moment though your not here?
Can I say I love you, though you don't care?
Can I build on today a greater tomorrow?
Can I be an angel though I bring others sorrow?
Can I be loved though I'm invisible?
Can I be happy when life is miserable?
I can be me,
no matter who I am!
For what I am is me!
A child set free in a chaotic world
with a soul yearning for love
reaching for the stars
and hope!
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
Charlie, I heard you cried alone...
Ripped apart, heart and soul
from the cold blood of war
which consumed your soul...
Charlie, I know you cried painful tears
that flowed from your heart
upon the lifeless bodies
of those you called brothers
and friends...
A return to a home lonely and dark
in the stark heartlessness of the Newark Ghettos
you struggled to grasp life again
which was quickly stripped away....
You once said to me in sincerity
"The sun doesn't shine on the battlefield
and the moon never smiles."
Your life quickly expired
no wealth....
No dreams come true....
No goodbyes to the ones you loved...
Last words never heard....
You are once again surrounded by the fearless warriors
beneath a lime green grass
an unmarked grave though you saved many!
Your final battles and heartaches never known
We've grown old
Your name forgotten by all; but I....
I do cry for you in my memories at unsuspecting moments,
I cherish your brave memory
sadly your dusted medals
lie in an unmarked box
hopefully to not be mistakenly discarded
in a dark corner amidst old memories....
May God's grace embrace and kiss your tired soul
within the heavenly sunshine
and a smiling moon
My Hero....
My Friend.....
Till my dying day consumes any memory of you
and the struggles of a forgotten soldier.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
The Moose and the mouse
ran through our house
on that cold, gray winter's day.
The shower stammered
as the dishes clamored
and all our guest ran away.
Mother shrieked
as the windows creaked
and heavy hooves could be heard overhead
as a tiny mouse darted up her blouse
and she passed out as if she weren't fed......
I knew in my heart
that I had to start
to think up a well thought plan
to rid my house
of this moose and mouse
while my dear little house did stand.....
I grabbed a rope with my greatest hope
to lasso this moose so big
as the ceiling cracked
throwing dusty wood flack
of plaster
and tiny wood twig.......
I charged the stairs throwing aside all fears
like a gallant knight to rescue his queen.
Coming upon my room where this beast of doom
lurked in the shadows as if not to be seen....
I stood my ground
quickly calmed down
each moment seemed like a day
as this large scary moose
began to boost
"Boy! I've just come here to play."
"Play!" I did say in such a scolding way
"And destroy my dear little house!?"
"Not my fault dear boy!
it wasn't my ploy to enter your dear little house
for when your mom exited her car
she left the front door ajar
and let in my dear little friend
the mouse."
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
As the day grew late,
the yellow flowers within the dark green pasture,
yawned....Then smiled
They bid the nurturing honeybees a sweet goodnight!
The painted red sky swallowed the remaining rays of sunlight
as the dark night brought to the world
a clear view of heaven......
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
I've been reaching.
Searching for that hidden truth.
Do you love me?
Do you even care?
The cold rain mixes with my warm tears,
as I stand on the street corner where we once met.
Thunder rolls overhead, as people in a parade of colored umbrellas curiously stare through me, wondering what lies within my soul to leave me thoughtlessly defenseless against the pouring rain.
Maybe I just wish to drown here?
To become a martyr of your love.
To be washed away never heard from again.
The thought of you races through my mind trapped,
as my heart breaks.
Contemplating never seeing you again.
Oh! How I just wish to breath your spirit once again.
To touch your heart feeling its passionate beat.
To bow to you in self defeat.
To enter you and become your soul.
Oh! It's just so cold in this pouring rain.
I scream out your name in excruciating pain.
Come back my love!
I need you to survive.
I need you to exist in joyfulness.
I need you; for I cannot survive without love.
And you!....Are all I can ever love.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Standing in a dark forest on a cool spring's night
surrounded by the many tall trees with limbs disfigured,
their long fingers point to the vast heavens and cool earth below
appearing like grotesque creatures from a strange world.
Though they number many
they seem so alone!
Black star filled sky
quarter moon
smile in the sky
no nose....
No eyes for tears to cry
like I do everyday......
Lonely orphan I am traveling with the strong wind
hoping where I may stop
a loving angel will be there to lend me a helping hand
to help me through another trying day.
A stare into the distance reveals a small house
soft yellow light illuminates from its welcoming windows.
I wonder for a brief moment, if an orphan such as I
traveling with the strong wind, with so little to offer in gratitude
would be a welcome guest in such a peaceful place?
Setting aside my green cloth bag which contains all I own
which is so little' but has grown heavier with each long mile
quickly wearing my shoes paper thin....
I begin to think of mom and dad who have long passed
their touching memories strongly remain within my
broken heart....
I Wish my impossible dreams could come true
if so....How great things would be...
"Mom! Dad! If Heaven only had a phone
I would call you everyday, so I wouldn't feel so alone!"
I am an orphan child traveling with the strong wind
seeking a loving home
to gladly take me in.......
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
If there is a tear within my eye
that tear in my eye is for you....
For in my heart I forever long
for the return of love that's true....
Birds constantly fly
leave the sky
dreams will come and go...
If there's a dream I long to dream
it's the dream
of one.... I know
of you....
Of the warmest night
star filled sky
embraced as one in tune
the warmest breeze sweeps through the trees
as their leaves applaud our love in June....
If there's a dream I long to dream
that dream is one of you...
The perfect person
The perfect love
The love I wish I knew!....
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
He slowly assembles his rifle on the barren rooftop as the
wind blows through his light blond hair.
His long overcoat ***** and wraps around his thin long
legs.
He places his elbows upon the short wall in front of him,
firmly kneeling on both knees.
Glancing into the rifle's sight, he focuses sharply through
its cross hairs; he sees hundreds passing through the sight,
men, women, children, and as he sees it, a maze
of mass hysteria.
He thinks of his current desperate situation and with each
passing thought, his heart pumps more hateful
adrenaline through his expanding veins.
What am I?....He wonders.
"I am the orphan child too ugly to adopt!
I am the spit in the street you step in and curse!
I am the cockroach so many crush beneath their feet!
I wish to love and beloved, for I am ever so lonely,
so empty.
I wish to give my whole self to someone to make them
eternally happy!
To sacrifice all I possess, including my life, for the one
I love,
but I am thoughtlessly branded a stalker!
I am the void in all broken hearts.
As a child, I only wished to be loved and appreciated,
but I was raised the invisible child.
There's a painful sore in my throbbing brain, the lethal
virus of society'd disdain.
I'm insane!....I'm insane!...Give me peace, God if you exist
Give me peace!
He glances once again through the sight's cross hairs,
catching sight of a young boy standing alone, mouth wide open
with tears rolling down his cheeks.
He pauses.....envisioning himself, his blue eyes cloud
with tears.
He pulls back back his loaded rifle placing it against the
short wall,
realizing at the moment this wasn't the way to end his
unbearable pain.
Reaching into his deep overcoat's pocket, his long fingers
catch grasp of the cool surface of a 9 mm.
Pulling it slowly from his pocket, he raises it to his temple,
slipping his finger upon its tight trigger he whispers once
again,
"God....if you exist,
Give me peace."
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC