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 Jan 2012 Shelby Young
John Hulse
Pale skin drained of blood and life,
Dark hair covered in snow flakes of dead skin,
Voluptuous curves forcing your walk into a limp,
You intoxicate me with your tarnished beauty,
A dusty copper coin aged green,
Lost in a cabinet of old tattered books and decaying heaps of trash,
Crushed paper clotting the corners of the window,
Blocking the sunshine,
Yet through the dust and grime you brought forth infrared light given off from the warmth of your heart,
The creamy red fluid running through your veins,
Ugly or not, you were beautiful,
You were my shining star,
My chase,
But I left that tattered rotting room for one moment,
To open the blinds,
To let the light shine in upon your crusty copper,
But no light came through the window,
In a panic I dusted and dusted,
Trying to free the amorphous glass of the gray particulates,
Someone had switched off the light,
I knew at that moment god was against me,
Turning off the sun in a rage,
Protecting his pure daughter from my tendrils of depression and cold romance,
For when I came back,
Looking for the coin,
It was gone,
Claimed by the man with the candle stick,
Using artificial light to seek her heart,
He was gone in a flash,
Tumbling down the stairs to his steed,
As he raced off into the Marsh...
I tossed myself out the window,
Breaking glass and bone as I slammed into the ground stories below,
Struggling to get up,
Love pushing me,
Yet with everything I had,
Every little last cell and emotion,
His steed was too fast,
The chase was over.
Tonight I write with the pale hands
of the loneliest creatures
Tonight I am explosive with the tales of my defeat
and the short comings of what I have to gain

Tonight I light my cigarette
and watch its smoke make love to the moon in the midnight sky
delicately it wraps around my fingers like a lover
the only thing keeping me company besides language

Tonight I am vulnerable, waiting to be haunted by a captivating
lock of eyes, dark and strong eyebrow expressions
a slight hesitation of enamored cheek bones and hands
that tell stories of kings and queens
stories of war/passion/starvation/survival

Tonight I am wrapped in my sadness
shedding all over me like a semi-transparent cloak
a mistress seen behind a fog of stagnant hope
I breathe in my wine
rub my tongue on my pallet
brush my hair behind my ear
massage my temples
exhale

Tonight I tell my wild eyes and veins to be patient
I ask my trembling soul to bare with me in silence
I beg my vicious feet to remain still, please do not run away
come my lush heart, remember to keep beating
expand by black lungs, keep breathing

Tonight, there is something that has finally broke through
the message pleading for my attention from you
you are a storm, awakening yet filled with rain
how can I love you, mourn you, conceal you in this poem
from so far away

Tonight I have mastered the language of tears, just some more
yes most of the time my life is miserable, but when  laughter sparks a fire in me
I am the happiest white soul under the blazing sun
the warmth that fills me, can make the orchids smile - can make rocks fall in love

Tonight I sleep once more alone
in a small bed that I call my own
in a haven of singular sorts
this place I call home
Tomorrow, a private dance will be ending
The sky will yield a bird its blue
All shall wonder at the sight of a new beginning
On a wild pathway
Full of bountiful
Truth

No dark shadows shall dream behind our eyes
Roses will slumber in perfect peace
We will all wonder at this beauty as we sigh
Now understanding  
That our pain  
Will cease

Our valleys shall again belong to us one and all
Embraced by the arms of calming winds
We will all smile in wonder as we hear the call
Of our beautiful world
Turning round
Again

Today, we stand in silence, awaiting this last dance
A whole reflection of what will be
As time grows we smile and await this chance
To walk this pathway of truth
While birds make ready
To be free
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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The dream world beckons your little soul
Your eyes are so heavy now
A million stars rock as you roll
Over the dream ship's bow

So very fast asleep soon you will go
The Sandmans on his way
No need to fight the ebb and flow
Tomorrow you can play

Now close your little eyes and sleep
Not the tiniest word do say
I will pray the Lord your soul to keep
And guide you on your way

In the morn the brightest day will peek
To shine upon your little face
And once again you'll play hide n seek
Tomorrow you can play
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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When first you hold that new babe in your arms,
You vow to protect him from all evil or harm.
No love like this have ever you known,
Until you hold this new life, this babe, your own.

The years pass by and with every scrape and tear,
You pull your small one close and hold them near,
Wishing deep in your heart you could take every pain,
Make it yours to withstand, but alas, this wish is in vain.

Our babes must hurt, must suffer and grow,
All the while, we watch, our hearts aching so.
We do what we can to protect them and yet,
In spite of us, somehow, they grow and we fret.

We worry when they are late from a date,
We imagine them lost to the worst kind of fate.
Eyes rolling and with huge sighs at our concerns,
They ignore our admonishments and skip up to their rooms.

Even after you have both lived through those teenage years,
Filled with drama, angst, heartbreak and tears.
When they have become adults on their own,
That protective feeling is there where’re’ they may roam.

And when you hold their young babe to your breast,
The protectiveness renews itself with the little one’s breathe,
The circle of life goes on and the love is revived,
When your babe becomes a young parent. This is good.  This is life.
10/17/10  Peggy Montgomery
Oh! Dear Sweet October!
For so long did I wait,
For you to come and visit me,
But I fear you are too late.

The cool fresh breeze and crispness,
The newness in the air,
That I hoped would bring me solace,
Have brought only memories and despair.

Year after year, you healed me,
Gave me strength to carry on,
But now you bring only emptiness,
Reminders of all that's gone.

Your breezes used to grant me hope,
And a lust for life in lack,
Now they just blow mental pictures,
Of the times I can't get back.
Misplaced in the listless silence of centuries
My heart cried out for thee
While the sun burned down, I sought out mysteries
Within the crashing waves
Of seas

Wave upon wave seemed amazingly lovely
Yet I did not feel your presence shine
As I watched each one rolling, I still cried for thee
Somehow knowing, each wave
Was not mine

I sighed into the listless silence where I remained
Misplaced for countless centuries
Growing weary of watching waves in vain
However my heart still
Cried out for thee

I looked up into the burning sun about to end my quest
Felt his glorious rays ignite my soul
My heart cried out in distress at all this listlessness
So tired of searching
For a wave to make me whole

Wide and wider still, my eyes began to open
As those rays burned into me
My quest ending in a blissful absorption
What I had sought all along
I could see
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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