Cats are of the night
dogs are of the day
when the docile lie asleep
the prowess comes out to play
When the shadows fall thick
and darkness presses low
there is a lingering urge
that only the devious know
It caresses softly
then awakens from within
a feeling which says,
the game will soon begin
Slowly each one emerges
in the cover of the dark
farewell to the white and clean
get ready, on your mark
In hordes they muster
with shameless glee
inside dank alleyways
and on crooked streets
With serpentine movement
across grimy floors
they tempt the innocent
always offering something more
They're bold and daring
tossing bets up high
they scoff at charity
imposing their fiercest war cry
Indulging in scandal
they live for the night
and must disband and scatter
with the first morning light
Their existence may be brief,
blurred, and unknown
their days spent in hiding
from those who cast stones
But despite the sadness
they will never stoop to cry
it is from being society's outcast
that they draw their pride
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
Hush I hear them now
Whispers behind closed doors
To secrecy all must bow
Lie still to hear this folklore:
There is a land far away
Upheld by stories of old
A place where none can stay
Memories are like treasured gold
It beckons all who hear its name
They go to live, to learn, and to Be
Ever-changing, never quite the same
A visit to that land: Cheniere au Tigre
To get there presents a riddle
So far, so close, and conveniently remote
Not by land or air, but somewhere in the middle
One travels only by boat
So close to the edge of forgotten
Cheniere au Tigre waits
In young minds stories are caught
And in dreams, they create
The land lives and breathes
Inhales in, Exhales out
Kept quiet by a blanket of leaves
While waves gently soothe throughout
Under its shady oaks
Or among the wispy reeds
Ancestral paths arise and evoke
The past and her entities
There is a magic of the air
That stirs in each passerby
To give a moment knelt in prayer
Or to let out a small cry
Through time it has stood
Although battered and near lost
As a symbol of that which is good
To say: Do what you must
Life takes us many places
Some close and others too far to see
Despite the journey and warm embraces
None are as lovely as Cheniere au Tigre
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
They said she'd never walk again
That she'd never be the same
To a wheelchair her world confined
But my faith lies otherwise
They said she'd never walk again
But I know she'll do much more
She'll dance and leap and sing
And shout with endless joy
They said she'd never walk again
But boy were they wrong
She's as lively as a mockingbird
And sings even livelier songs
They said she'd never walk again
But I push them off with a shrug
I dream at night and I see her
Swinging, waltzing and doing the jitterbug
They said she'd never walk again
And swore it on their graves too
But I swear now on the whole wide world
Grandma: I Love You
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 10:12 AM UTC
It’s with me now
Like never before
It makes not a sound
But to secrecy I swore
History I try to forget
Forever haunts my soul
Everyday, hidden secrets
It’s what they don’t know
I’m left to drown
In cold and unforgiving stillness
Sin has pushed me down
Mercy has shown me no access
Oh what’s to lose,
That’s to give
Internally abused
Wanting not to live
Attempt to rise an inch
Expect to fall for eternity
Making sure not to wince
I hide away my security
My future is unfolding
Yesterday I denied
Engraved in gold
Is guilt I try to hide
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC