Nightwolf May 31
Hear me, O Lord!
my body thirsts for knowledge
of your love and wisdom.

Allow me to drink from your chalice,
and when I have been quenched
no evil could stain my lips
for they have been cleansed
with the wine of your righteousness.

It is your righteousness that I seek,
tho it is with a heavy heart;
for often I find myself on bended knee,
but I sometimes fear it to be in vain.

Strengthen my faith in prayer.
Help me to water the seed
that you planted in my heart
so that it may grow to bear good fruit.
For this flesh alone would never allow it.

Only the guidance of your hand
can nourish it and build it father,
for yours is the hand of patience
and divine mercy.

Amen!
did I hear the sound of a breaking heart
as he finally reached 301
seeing the note taped to the door
just above the peep hole
a long pause
a fumbling of the keys
I knew she had left
I could hear her earlier
sobbing
she'd had enough
she was much younger
and there were years ahead
they had spoken of how this could happen
long ago
rather, he had spoken and she had laughed it off
today she realized he was right
today her glass is half full
and his has emptied

do I hear the sound of silence
oldie - heavily revised
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
  May 29 Nightwolf
Mary-Eliz
He was just thirteen,
still a child,
when he lost his leg.
A tent pole from
a church revival
crushed
the life out of it.
I remember hearing
stories...
gangrene,
doctors having to wait
too long...
something about my grandfather...
they couldn't find him
or
he wouldn't sign
papers.

I'm not sure.
The memories of the stories
are fuzzy.
I just know
my daddy had a wooden leg.

It was his right leg...
I think.

We took it for granted.
It seemed so normal,
his prosthesis.  We never
called it
that...
prosthesis.
It was his
wooden leg.

You might not expect it,
with a wooden leg and all,
but my daddy was
a great dancer.
Light as a whisper.
When he danced,
nobody knew...
about his leg.
And those who did know
forgot.

I can see him gliding
around the dance floor
with my mom in his arms.
They were as one,
swaying and moving
with the music.

Sometimes...

I got to dance with him.
I remember it so well.
I can close my eyes
and
feel the smooth
polished floor
under my feet
and
my daddy's strong
arms around me.

When I danced
with my daddy
I was secure
and
confident.
I felt graceful
and
flowing.
He guided you,
smooth and easy,
so natural.
I can still feel the lilting rhythm.

Now

I'm not a great dancer,
though I'd like to be,
but
when I danced
with my daddy
I could dance.
I was agile
             and fluid
                    and free.

I skimmed the air.

'Cause even with
a wooden leg,

my daddy,

he sure could dance.
This is a "rerun" but some things I've been reading and writing made me think of my daddy, feel nostalgic. He's been gone a good while as he died too young, but I hope he and my mom are still dancing somewhere!
  May 29 Nightwolf
Temporal Fugue
I've placed the ashes, so they won't be disturbed
sheltered and insulated for another day
entombed and protected unperturbed
there for the call unto the fray

No ceremonial burial for him/her
more like the pyre's remains
scraped captured and contained
though some consider it insane

One more day one more night
however long it seems
waiting for the signal light
awakening, from dreams

Time will roll the dice again
just before it's way too late
rendering the want and need
as rising from the ashes
heroes and heroines
rejuvenate
Too bad heroes aren't like in the comics :/ always coming back for more..
  May 26 Nightwolf
Lynnie Defelice
Added to the climax,
Two tears flow alike.
Washing, dashed away,
Demons play 'Armored Knights'-
Galloping on horded horses,
Did they really make you feel okay?
Silver timing out the way,
Once again, they're staining frays.
Down the drain, floods the worry,
Unworthy until royalty comes.
They've attempted seiging you?
Swords completely striking you numb?
Trapped in ribcage battles,
Nettles stinging cowering wage.
Addiction shackled you to aid,
Befriended a carving plague.
Like monsters inside out,
Their acts slashed you private.
Forever cut up in armor,
A hero proclaiming violence--
An old poem fixed up
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
  May 23 Nightwolf
David
A softness climbs the autumn trees
A tiredness floats on the river
And the showers barely touch me
Caught by turning leaves on their silent descent
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