Ron Peacock Jr

Ron Peacock Jr Feb 2015

Everything gets quiet when I think of you.
The room gets a little bit smaller as the walls creep inward
Slowly
Upon me,
Suffocating me and intoxicating my mind
The clock ticks.
Ticks.
Ticks a little louder,
A little more slowly
As the seconds seem to elongate themselves through eternity.
Each grain placed gently upon the last, with time in between.
My heart beats a little bit faster and my thoughts race to keep pace
I can't tell you what I'm thinking because
The next thought drowns the last
Second by second I rock back and forth, slowly, thinking of you
As the sun sleeps I dream of you.
My eyes glisten when I imagine that slanted smile on to your face
I wish I could be there to see it.
I wish I could love you like I want to
Like I used to.
That song has faded
The intermission has begun,
Preceding the next ensemble.

The silence no longer torments me.
I am no longer trapped when I think of you.
In the silence, I hear collective chants for an encore.
Another chance to play it right.
Another chance to show my capacity.
To outplay my heart and pour out what’s inside.

#love #ex #time #romantic #reminiscent #reverb

Ron Peacock Jr Aug 2013

Kärlek, för evigt

Would it be insane
To say I obsess over you
Night and day?
To say I dream dreams of angels and queens who sing melodies of love and
Other joyous things?
A confession of my subconscious.

Would it be ironic
To say that I regret not knowing you sooner because I feel like I've wasted our time?
And now forever is shorter than it would have been a year ago.
But a year ago I didn't have the wisdom to understand real from fantasy.
Schizophrenic mentality, you could say.
But today
I know what I feel is real.
And our relationship isn't fantasy but a dream.
One from which I never desire to wake
Until death do us part.

Would it be nonsense to say
If I had a million dollars
The first thing I'd buy is a white gold ring with a precious diamond on the top with the words "kärlek, för evigt" etched on the inside?
I'd take you for a ride to the most extravagant of facilities and look you in the eye and say...
"Money can't buy happiness;
So I spent a million dollars on the one thing that would make me happy.
Will you say yes and make me the happiest man alive?"

Would I be ridiculous to say
I fantasize over the idea of a house, kids, and a dog?
Black and white go so well together,
In so many ways,
And I don't just mean on chess boards and kitchen floors.

If I am just an insane, nonsensical fool full of ridiculously ironic dreams
Then at least I can say I'm in love.
Isn't that what it does to us?
It's evol, they say,
Because it changes people.
You make me crazy.
You make me so happy.
You changed my life.
I'm so in love with you.

Kärlek, för evigt
AM

Ron Peacock Jr Mar 2013

Roses

As it rests in the ground
It is deeply rooted.
Firm
Proud.

Thorns
Are a roses defense
Its’ hearts protection.
To keep it safe from
Hurt
Disappointment.

When pulled from the earth
A rose survives.
It requires only water.
A simple request.
It is persistent
Independent.

When it blooms
It reveals its beauty.
Though it doesn’t boast.
It is quiet.
It inspires
Poetry
Songs
Love.

When they speak of roses
What do they refer to?
Its pride?
Its persistence?
Its independence?
Its simplicity?
Or its beauty?

I can’t speak for them
But when I speak of roses
I speak of its’ perfection.
When I speak of a rose
I speak of you.

Ron Peacock Jr Feb 2013

Sunday

The sun dips over the horizon.
Beginning its' rise.
Alarm 1... Grudgingly greeted
With a fist.
Alarm 2... Mama waking me.
3... Me waking you.
Early morning songbirds whistling their tune.
Gospel dimly transient from the far let room.
Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and grits on the stove.
OJ and milk sits for the kids,
While coffee brews for the adults.

Early morning chatter.
Sounds like shoe laces and belt buckles.
Tooth brushes and hair brushes
Frantic in pace.
Traffic
Back and forth, up and down
While we,
Barely awake.

White Cadillacs, Lincoln's, and Oldsmobiles
With the beige and burgundy rag tops.
Reminds me of Granny's car.
4 in the back
3 in the front.
With room to spare.
Red lights and stop signs.
Peppermints and tootsie rolls.
Meijer.
So we're halfway there.

Slanted park job in the lot.
High heels and Stacy Adams
Clash the cement.
Like soldiers
We march in
Just in time for praise.
Cheerful smiles and warm greetings.
Some real.
Some fake.
We sit.
And now
We pray.

Thank you Lord
For this day.
The sun is up
Such as our faith.
Our health is good
Our love is strong
So thank you Lord
For this lasting bond.

We nap.
We chat.
We clap.
We praise.
We jump.
We shout.
We cry.
We raise
And benedict.

Home for dinner.
*** roast and corn.
Sweet potatoes and greens.
Kids playful in their youth
Adults lively in their jeans.
We sit.

Thank you for this food
We are about to receive
For the nourishment of our bodies
In Jesus' name
We pray.
Amen.

We eat and enjoy each others company
No conversation needed.
Just the sound of good food.
The feeling of love.
The sun
Setting in the window.
It's almost time for rest.

I can't wait until next Sunday.
The weekend might be over
But the love,
The memories
Are the best I've ever had.

Ron Peacock Jr Feb 2013

Vacker (Beautiful)

Having qualities that give great satisfaction,
delighting the senses,
Or the mind.

Some would say,
It must be extravagant.
Boisterous in elegance.
Splendid
From end to end.

Some would argue,
It just has to impress.
Dressed in beauty.
With a crown
Of untold significance.

Where truly do you find magnificence?
Does it hide in museums?
Kept under scrutinizing watch?
Available to those
Who choose to pay the toll?

What ever happened to the eye of the beholder?
The realm where beauty once resided.
Where everything stood a chance
To be received with awe.
A cloud.
A crack.
A wall.

In fact.
Everything has beauty.
Even...

Light.

This poem was written in conjunction with a 60 second video. To view it, just visit http://youtu.be/Q3K3McY2koo

Ron Peacock Jr Jan 2013

Pleasant Deceit

I could never get her off of my brain.
Off of my rocker
I must be
Or just awfully insane.
I can't pretend that I'm not.

I had a dream
Where everything was so regular.
I saw clearly
Felt the warm breeze near me
Nearly
Lost myself
Unfamiliarly in bliss.
The sweet kiss
Touch of her lips.
It felt amiss.
So I roll over hoping to slip
My hands on her hips

-Switch-

Back to reality.
Gripping the cold side of the pillow.
Weeping
No willow
To shade me from the storm
The clouds upon
Me.

Sleep.
My worst enemy.
Evil thoughts of good times
Erroneous pleasantries.
Awake to realize that it was just the deceit.
Of my mind and my heart
But I'll just blame it all on sleep

Ron Peacock Jr Jan 2013

Collapse

As a building falls.
First it rumbles.
A piece of the foundation
crumbles and cracks.
The structure gasps
As if it were bitten.
Unexpected.
It gets one last gasp
Before collapse.

When your world falls.
It first loses its' meaning,
The fruit of life is
Exasperated from existence.
You let too much in.
It couldn't take.
It.
Too strong.
You.
Too weak.
Too impure.
You long for the end
With no avail.
So now your world seeks
Collapse.

When mankind falls.
It starts to crumble.
As we lose sight of what's real.
It fractures as we misplace
Truth and myth.
It loses stability
As we lose sanity.
But it holds firmly in place.
Awaiting its end.
Revelations.

But I must admit.
They're right,
The end is near.
Not today though.
Maybe tomorrow.
But do they expect it would it be
So neat?
An expiration date.
Too simple.
Like a demolition.
First a rumble.
Then a crack.
Gasp.
Collapse.