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Ray Laccetti Apr 2019
Hold the door open. On my way out.
Shut it behind me. Close it tight.
Never was here. A cry in the night.
A spark that tried to flash so bright.
I was nothing. I know that now.
Part of a void that mattered not.
Thing I would have avoided, but had
no say. It was hell~to~pay & just okay.
So I acquiesce & take a final bow &
fade to black & break-away.
— Ray Laccetti
Ray Laccetti Apr 2019
BROKE

Never intended to put
anyone ‘on-the-spot.’

& the proverb instructs:
“Lean not into thine own
understandIng.”

Understand, I’m broke!

An ephemeral friendship
will abruptly end.

Something I can’t help.

Overdrawn; in the red.
Need a few bucks to put
an end, to the ‘bled’ that
a few Ks will amend.

“The Lord will provide.”
But he let’s me ‘ride.’

Money is ephemeral,
a wise-guy said.

Let me hear that again,
my would-be friend?
— Ray Laccetti
Ray Laccetti Apr 2019
CERTAINTY
Am I crazy? I don’t know.
Nobody should answer
that,  just to ‘crow.’
No-one is certain of
anything.
And everyone, certainly,
are just plain ‘slow.’
Keep opinions inside.
Let no-one know.
Something I can’t do.
Another opinion
I’ll share with you:
“Doubt is not a
pleasant condition,
but certainty is
an absurdity.” (Voltaire)
— Ray Laccetti
Ray Laccetti Apr 2019
I’M SPENT
My time grows short.
I’m about done. I’m spent.
Uncertain in an uncertain
world. I call-out his name.
He’s no-longer here. I weep.
I hang my head in grief.
Misery lies beside me thru-
out the nights. A hollow-
ness inside me now, that
pains, more than any pain
allows. My time is spent.
My faith has shrunk. There
are walls that no-one can
climb. Climb one & there’s
another one behind. They
say the best thing comes
last. Only if we can last.
But I am spent.
— Ray Laccetti
Ray Laccetti Apr 2019
Mother’s milk is bitter
Tired of this continuance
Pray the Almighty finish it
& give me his admittance

So little is ever appreciated,
except by the very few
& I still feel my love’s arms
around me, holding me tight,
that feeling still lingers thru-
out all my barren nights

Death couldn’t finish it
Ever in my in my heart
Now I yearn to end
This lonely existence,
& depart

All party’s must end,
this one too, all party’s
are meaningless, this
one’s over-due.

I was lucky to find real love
This much I know is true
I never understood why
the Lord giveth, only to
taketh it away. Do you?

— Ray Laccetti
Ray Laccetti Apr 2019
Logs stacked-up
as Winter approaches.
How swell it would be
to hear them crackling
in a fireplace.
Even now, their beauty
is on display.
All beauty fades; like
youth, never meant to
last long. Otherwise,
it wouldn’t be beautiful.
They say beauty exists
only in the eyes of the
beholders. True. I see
beauty in a wood-pile.
Others see it as a stack
of wood; only as fuel.
“The Lady’s Not For
Burning” (Fry) & neither
am I. — Ray Laccetti
Ray Laccetti Apr 2019
SOMEDAY

I never avoided anybody
I always met them halfway

As I lie in bed hoping to sleep,
I recall the departed & weep

I pray I may see them again,
if & when is up to the Almighty

Especially Mama, who loved me
as much as any mother, blindly

My buddy is the one I miss most;
really did love above all-else

Lord, how hard it is to try,
not to recall the pain of lost,
it just keeps chipping-away

I never was capable of forget-
ting much sad-business; never
able to get rid of it’s pain

I hear my buddy’s laugh;
I hear him call my name

Okay buddy. I swear someday.
I will find you again. Someday.

— Ray Laccetti
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