I really haven’t left you
I’m only going home
Think of me and smile for a while
Feel your heart within you
And sing with every beat
Think of me and smile for a while
Walk on meadow grasses
Feel them soft beneath your feet
Think of me and smile for a while
Remember pleasant moments
Hold them deep inside
Think of me and smile for a while
I’ll always be with you
Walking by your side
Think of me and smile for a while
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
It’s a night of easy recall
When I was a guest
Of hells Halloween ball
An extravagant arch
Cased elaborate, forested doors
Plush red carpets
Festooned hell’s ballroom floors
Upon my arrival my eyes observed that day
The carved relief’s on the doors as adorned
Of souls gone astray
I peered in the faces of eyes turned stone cold
A pack with the devil
For the contracts he holds
Great chandeliers, baroque ceilings high
Crystals fashioned
From the pain of the hopeless
And all the tears ever cried
At long tables laden with the feast of the night
Hearts of the wretched and unholy
Daemons consumed with delight
Each soul's deeds tallied
And their virtues as well
An eternity spent in heaven
The balance sheet would tell
The wretched and unholy
Sent to the bowels of hell
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
It’s hard, searching inside
Not seeing the glimmer
Of a flame that has died
Fate had its way
Life steered the course
As I floated the waters
Of fear and remorse
Peering through darkness
Hoping to see
Just a glimmer of light
A beacon for me
Guiding me safely to the shore
Of the piece and serenity
I’ve searched for before
But once again
Fate grabs my hand
And pulls me out
In the water again
I get so close
Then it happens once more
I’m floating in waters
So far from shore
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
It’s hard, searching inside
Not seeing the glimmer
Of a flame that has died
Fate had its way
Life steered the course
As I floated the waters
Of fear and remorse
Peering through darkness
Hoping to see
Just a glimmer of light
A beacon for me
Guiding me safely to the shore
Of the piece and serenity
I’ve searched for before
But once again
Fate grabs my hand
And pulls me out
In the water again
I get so close
Then it happens once more
I’m floating in waters
So far from shore
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
Rhymes have their reasons
Time has its place
All anguish bestowed
On a soul’s fall from grace
At the darkest of dark
When the clock chimes midnight
The fears of the wretched
Fuel the devil’s delight
Each click of the clock
Greatens a freighting despair
Tick after tock
Twelve o’clock
Is almost there
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
Reminiscences I hold
Of my little girl
Love unconditional
Her eyes could unfurl
The unforeseen can happen
Before given thought
Harsh words once spoken
No forgiveness be brought
Time oh time
A pain that won’t end
All I want back
Is my little best friend
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
As I stroll along
A cobblestone path
A sight to behold indeed
Rows of flowers
Adorn each side
Embrace such beauty to be
My fondest one
That I most gaze upon
Is the one angels call Lilly
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
I stand on the spot
That once held our day
The memories I ponder
Have not faded away
Time has not dulled
Memories as dear
As those that still
To my eyes fetch a tear
Gardens of flowers
Adorned a cobblestone way
Gently guiding you to me
As we married that day
Time, oh time
Slipping by so fast
Bouquets of flowers
Along the cobblestone path
Each one of its beauty
Passed on dull and gray
Speak of the love
That time snatched away
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
A new season arrives
Then makes way for the next
Each bestows the gifts
I’ve come to expect
Like trusted friends
That I can count on
The next one arrives
When the other has gone
When the season of love
Unexpectedly arrives
The spell that it casts
Takes the heart by surprise
And when it departs
With the love that it took
All that’s left
Are flowers in a book
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Brothers and sisters I had none
The start of father’s passing had begun.
As I, only one, and left with the chore
To watch over and care
Till his heart beat no more.
I pondered the former
And what transpired before.
My time spent brooding about
Things as his son I felt he left out.
Inspired by wrath, goad by disdain.
Spurred on by bitterness
My heart stayed the same.
When his time drew closer
And the death rattle had begun.
His last words spoken, “I love you my son”
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC