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mark john junor Aug 2014
memory's floorboards
the worn wood blackened
by weary footfall
constantly retracing steps
sometimes with worries or strife
sometimes retraced with loves forlorn wish

memory's floorboards
it has ceaseless wonders of hope
a spaghetti of things lived felt seen heard
that give credence to the hope you hold
and helps you endure

lay open your your tightly shut window
lay bare to sunlight
these tapestries of your life
this mosaic of your life's journey
this room of faces past
places distant
roads once traveled

look upon this face you wear within
this ink and dust face
see the truth of you and then
embrace the moment you live in
with thouse you love
leave this room with its memories
walk in the sunshine
mark john junor Aug 2014
weep not in the willows my child
the summer day calls you to play
the mothers songs calls you to smile once more
lifts your heart from this sullen mood
laugh once more
summer has come

chase dragonflies in the thrush's nest
let the words dance your tongue
quick now and high you leap to catch firefly
for summer grass has such a sweet scent when cut
blends the heart with wondrous dreams
faster fun with bright smiles

quick now my child
race your shadow's footsteps along the path
in the summer wood
watch the dandelions spread wings on the wind
watch the sunlight catch the sky afire
so much wonder to be found
listen now for mothers song
her voice will call you from your sleeping
to run laughing in the tall grass
chase the bluebird
walk with the sun through the puddles
quick now my child
love the world before you grow too old
mark john junor Aug 2014
her delicate hand did lead me away
from the setting sun and all its warm glories
took me to a place of mysteries
she silenced my velvet tongue with her smile
placed some music in the sweet summer air
pulled me into a soft dance close to
her lace and rose scented silken skin
let me loose myself in her enchantments
let me change in the warmth of her gaze
told me with a voice that sailed the breeze
like on wings of gentle butterfly's
that she could handle a rough one like me
that she could see the harsh edges disappear
if i would let her
she took her words down to whisper
asked me to take her
till the sunshine breaks the clouds
till her last willing surrender
till she would call out so lovely
that she has found who she had spent lifetime looking for
and i knew i could build a life with her too
one with words exchanged softly
one with hopes sweetest dream
with her
today
mark john junor Aug 2014
she gathered up the fragile flowers
carried them softly as a child
in the stillness of late summer air
with a gentle song rolling slowly through her heart
a memories palace where her heart often goes
a beautiful place where love could have thrived
where she sits by the cool waters of the coin fountain
tossing golden dreams into the wishing well
dreams of him
dreams of laughter's that once were
dreams of his strength wrapping her
chill frightened fluttering heart
making everything ok
just for one moment to have it all be ok
like a leaf falling from a tree
for one bitter free second as it flys free
as it kisses the summer skies
and lives its own dream
before falling into obscurity
she dreams she is living that moment
with him
in his arms

and he dreams of the moment in her eyes
where she saw him
and they breathed as one
without all these angry tears
without all these useless words
as one soul together
as one heart beating slowly to the
song of moonlight kissing the stars
mark john junor Aug 2014
a cold ribbon of thought
its blackheart birth on the lips
of a madman whos eyes follow the truth
with skyrocket perfection
tell me about this dark thought you keep dreamin
together we can set this sinking ship aright
together we can unsink the dreams we had as children
the cold ribbon looks like a medal pinned
looks like a politicians smile
looks like a madman's eyeball
see the crazy light it gives off
feel the winter's breath in its gaze
entertain me with its song

here it comes again
looks so friendly
but look at the trail of empty lives it leaves
no matter what happens don't let me end like them
promise you take care of it
don't let em leave me an empty shell
gasping for air at some roadside death carnival
tapping my foot to some horrible song
put a bullet to my head so i don't end up like them
here it comes again look out
like some worm of the wasteland
like a smile lie in the darkness
looks like a lover but its a feeder

a cold ribbon of thought
calculating its next move with carefree abandon
look there see that girl
watch as the light in her eyes dies
watch as they **** the life out of her
the dreams cherished make a tasty meal
the hope so carefully crafted just in one bite
come on we can beat this thing
tell me this dark dream so we can unsink this ship
we can get away
slip away in the heartbeat of night
with the grace of the sullen eye
shallow *****
mark john junor Aug 2014
the phone rang
middle of the night
it was god calling
but hung up got the answering machine
if only

but what could you say anyway
ask to do differently
unweave one strand of the worlds tapestry
undo one space and place in time
surrender the whole for one fragile moment
but you would say what beauty there was there
you would say how precious this thing i lost
in the ocean of the world
looking for that single drop of water you cling to
middle of the night

the phone rang for a brief moment
it was god calling
to say he is sorry but
sometimes just cant be
some people just catch all the wrong raindrops
some people see the rainbows but never get to see the smiles

so let me redefine this phrase
im sorry for all the calls you missed
nothing can prepare you for this journey
its only the warmth we find in others that make it bearable
and im so sorry you have had so much trouble finding them
the phone is ringing
its me, not god
hoping you were home
ill love you till you find the love you were meant to find
mark john junor Aug 2014
as a human you learn to live with things you cant live with, they sit in your memory, resurfacing from time to time, and you learn to cope with facing that ugliness...you learn to live with what you cant live with. its with the love of thouse around you that makes it bearable. never fail to embrace what love you find in this world,
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