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betterdays Oct 2015
In my heart,
a road travelled, enough,
but still overgrown and walked
in pensive  solitude
leads
to a green field of stones
that looks out over white chopped seas

To here I come when my soul is
perplexed beyond belief
when my heart is torn and bruised

This is my field of ragecand grief
where I stand and howl at injustice
beat my breast at lifes inequity
and weep slow salted tears of regret

Today again I come to my field of fallen friends
and etch your name ernesto,
the ded poet, who lived a thousand lives

And I rage and rampage, and set war in my heart
against the gods who took this voice,
this warrior this talent....friend.... and father.

But all is sound and fury set to the wind
to be dispersed as froth and rain...

As my soul quiets, my tear fall softly,
thinking on your moons, your love,
for them, and you love for your life...

Too soon, for you to go...
but the words, you have given them
and us, as well are jewels, cut and faceted
treasures for the darkest of nights.
Farewell my friend, I will truly miss the sweetness of your soul
betterdays Mar 2014
we are,
but the little pebbles
nestled
in the sand of time's
slow flowing river.

it is merely,
the disparate nature
of our minute size
in opposition
to the immensity
of the ponderous
river's drift,
that creates
the grind of pebble,
one to another.

causing,
the eroding
of our
singular thoughts.
it is only
the gentle tap-clacking
of another's desire
to know,
and be known.

that causes,
the acceptence
of the rasp and rub
of external catechisms.

causing,
rejuvenation
in the questing
of kindred souls.

that causes
the revelation
of differing paradigmal,
sways and drifts,
some sympathetic,
some callously
indifferent.

causing,
an ebb and flow
of treatise
and dissertation.
as we abraid
and hone
each other's
sensory disposition,
begetting,
spectrumunul emotions
from elanic bliss
to yearning,
dolorous sorrow.

that causes,
introspective despair
that grapples
against difinitive delight.

we the pebbles,
caught within
this mental current,
cannot visualise
the infinitesimal alterations wrought by time.

yet,
others remark
upon the changes,
that is the way
of the waters path,
as time flows,
unrepentant
into the basin
of life's sea.
we must to survive,
simply concede
our pretentions
and comply
to the  power inherit
in the water's
flow
I wish to give tjis poem, agian....it is one of mybearlier pieces. ...and  was written during a time in which  ded poet , wrote and encouraged  my writing.....I  feel it is a fitting memorial ...to him as a person who struggled with aspects of his life....yet gave of himself in a beautiful and passionate  way ... He will be missed.....vale my friend....
Traveler  Feb 2014
THE FOLLOWING
Traveler Feb 2014
Open books of cryptic mysteries
I re-read each stanza twice
Deep meanings begin to surface
Emotional chemistry entice

I am but a skeleton key
Struggling to comprehend
I jimmy the locks of Pradip poems
My simplistic mind ascends

Sally soft warm place
Reflect upon our souls
Rained-On Parade a night
Of pain I've never known

Weeping Willows guide
Her spirituality shines
Nap's words freely flow
Creep up from behind

Noose upon my darkness
Depoet mind that bends
Srj1000 my colleague
Chafer celtic hymns

The mysteries grow deeper
So many poets on my list
You take me to a special place
A little red heart I can't resist...
I would like to mention everyone but there's too many
Inevitably Raised by Duck , Whisker's Rhyme, Amy, Maria, r, D.Rose,
K.Rose quinfinn, P.Orchid, Alice, MJS, Fox, Sydney, Liam, Timothy, Author, Gabriel This list has no end....

P.S. And my nephew BORROWED, who borrowed some of my poems.