Tom McCubbin: Favorites

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

Cecil Miller

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Baby, I know it,
Your love is a wraith.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Baby, You know it,
I commemorate
All who follow
The dream evermore.
Live the dream.
That's what it's for.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith.
You say it, then you don't,
But, you want me to stay.
You're not the dream
That I've wished for,
I'm going to chase my dream
To the farthest shore.
Then I'm going
To board a vessel,
Without a shred
Of guilt to wrestle.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Like a bullet on fire,
I break from your gate.
I'll be on distant lands.
You will wonder
Why you have no man.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith.
Baby, I know it.
Your love is a wraith.
Blood in my eyes,
Stars on my vest,
I linger on
No past regret.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Baby, I know it,
Your love is a wraith.
This is a mantra,
I often say,
When I think
Of that sweet day
When I'll finally find
The courage to leave you~

This is a companion piece to Dear John, another poem I submitted to this site. It has been decades in the making.

#love #poem #eyes #original #in #blood #my #song #miller #cecil

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

A Collaboration, Kalypso and Joseph Paris

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

Joseph Paris

A Collaboration, Kalypso and Joseph Paris

Shake out your shining tresses, Love
Undress their dark contour as the pink stars rise
And drowse around the smoke-ringed moon,
Like roses in a whiskey glass.
Take time to dream a dream, my Love,
Tresses fallen across the curve of your face --
Sleep away the late summer moon,
Spooning the stars asleep in pink lace.

Lay down your weary bones, my dear,
Stretch out on vanilla feather-winged dreams
My whisky rose petal kisses blown into the night
Finding you on glittered opalescent moonbeams
Grab hold of pink-starred sweet slumber
As silken tendrils puddle upon your chest
Tangled up in each other's lithe limbs
Our blissful hearts beat together in tender rest

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

Thru the Looking Glass

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

HRTsOnFyR

Thru the Looking Glass

Though phantoms may be howling at the edges of my mind
Ripping away gobs of flesh until my soul lies exposed
Rotting off my skull, hanging loose from my tired bones
Whilst the terrifying multitude of my unseen fear
Hath become like the vile, gnashing teeth of night's Reaper
As I bare witness to the demons rising and writhing
Within the silver pool of my own lean, haunted reflection
Yet I cannot turn away; Even in my darkest hour
I must summon the courage to stay; For this is my reckoning.

#fear #anxiety #courage #introspection #awakening #inventory #standalone #darknightofthesoul #demonswithin #loveistheanser

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

AIN'T NO GOOD IN BYE

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

Ignatius Hosiana

AIN'T NO GOOD IN BYE

FOR Mwima Zubair Naser*
(Gone too soon,when still in bloom
In the line of duty,what a pity)
In memory of you I'll always cry
I won't stop no matter how hard I try
Why do you have to promise
And then just pass on like this?
Especially when you are all gone
Leaving us in this world on our own
Did you have to leave this young
When I lack any beautiful speech
On my saddened tongue?
When the ball is still on pitch?
You had Samson's courage
Like a car with shocking milage
Did you have to go when I need you
Did you have to evaporate like morning dew
From the fragile petals of our youth
Did you have to join the boots?
It isn't fair to go when I cannot send you off
When I haven't condolence,not half a loaf
Did you have to go so soon
And leave my heart out of tune?
Say hallo to Wilber and the others
The thought of you all really bothers
I've never been one to say goodbye
And saying it will all be but a lie
To me you still breathe and live
That you're gone I cannot believe
I hope you made it through
And all these rumors ain't true

#war #sadness #death #battle #sorrow #conflict #soldier #army #updf #specialforces

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

Longevity

Sep 2015 Tom McCubbin

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Longevity

from the sixth year
can be heard the knell
grows the shadow of fear
signs show up telltale.

dimmer grows eye light
lost is silken gleam
flat grows appetite
time gone is a dream.

elements now hurt more
so the endless fight
the warmth of indoor
lures with invite.

too far is next summer
in this death harsh cold
a memory's small splinter
could not be seven year old.

most of my cats depart before reaching the age of seven.