Let me tell you the story of my death:

Carving words on the bark of a tree
A poem that means life to me.
Glows through night, my soul delights!

        "Exist beyond my death, oh please...
            So I could live in bliss at least."

But they cut the tree, so mindlessly
Illegally. ****, selfishly!
In chainsaw, I was murdered.

        A massacre,
      ... a massacre of my every being!!

I'm a ghost that forgot, the best in me
Now writes relentlessly
To relive the words, once killed in greed
I found the "papers*", the poems you lead...

Then before me, is some piece of me
they killed.

I died a hero,

Dubious mortals, t'is the world detest!
Souls clinged on ceaseless heeds
Sun sets then dawns still reckon, I say:
"In sync we'll quest, my friend."

T'is seeking life, they termed "tedious"
I label, "genious"! It's phenomenal!
God made limited edition seeds
And that's "WE", sprouted "confused".

We'll die nameless of society's creed
Ashes dispersed in the air they breathe
Hmmm, Unless you want a tomb w/
your grandchildren's footprints?!

Clear-cut answers, we'll never get. But still I owe to you this belief
                              that questions are worth asking.

For I met you saying "sorry"
And so, I always worry.
How bad the world could be to us,
That  you'll accept "no sorry"...

Everything was perfect until you came
You made me human...
Where every thought becomes a sin,
And every revelation becomes a lie.

I put on a blue cape, and jumped 43 ft high
           But now, I never float...
I drew an image, stared for hours
           But it never moved...
I was crossing the highway lifted my hands into a "stop!",
           But I almost died...

I AM HUMAN.

Every day I was transforming
into something they called "normal".
My wings are long gone
and I was running late.

You see, I put my fingers on my forehead
and as I opened my eyes, **** it!
I was still here.
I was thinking of "teleportation".

Hey,
I was thinking of teleportation, I said.
It was the last thing I wished for...
I . . I was hoping to go where you are.

Because I am now human,
I also lose the courage
to fight for you...
Because I am not perfect.
I am not...

But, being human.
I knew you...

Find solace in solitude,
There is no shame in that.
We are unknown to ourselves
An ocean to which we delve.
Scarcely coming up for air,
Entangled in fathoms
Whirlpools of despair.
Waves of introspection
Spare us shallow reefs,
Yet cast us into darkness
And the horrors of the deep.

Pictures of dead people I know
are smiling and are so full of life
hanging on my wall
reminding me
to seize this day,
because it's not cliche,
and it won't come again.

Even at my age,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Languishing among towering clouds,
A lofty empire, lost kingdoms,
Perhaps a strange magical realm,
Thriving with dwarves and giants,
Maidens in towers awaiting rescue,
Where lone horse warriors wander,
Maybe observing us, far below.

Must be a poetic creative thing,
Or simply the child deep within,
Viewing through the eyes of the man,
Dreaming ancient days of long ago,
When the child yearned to be grown,
To know all there is to know,
Never appreciating escapism,
The chance to drift within time,
Ponder upon distant, aerial, worlds.

Or maybe I’m just a dreamer,
That and nothing more, hmm,
Telling myself, I am a poet,
A procrastinating creative spirit,
In love with the trappings of art,
The child asleep within wisdom,
Languishing among towering clouds,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Even at my age.

©Paul M Chafer 2015

Lucky are those who have found love
and been loved.

Lucky are those who bear the gift of face.
   Easy is for them to find an easy case
            for their own taste
     - a goal for their own base.

Lucky are those who has an outstanding confidence.
For by it, they don’t live with a doubtful fence.
Freely as they get any wants in their existence.

I give away smiles, pieces of my lies,
        pretending not having rainy skies.
Hiding my Breathless sighs.

Sometimes I am like a rock
   too dull to feel, a surface too rough.
A sense I lost, an unreachable core,
I don’t know how to love anymore.



*© 2014 Pax