Hand made love

A child born

creation by hands of two

after the I do’s

held together with fragile threads

stitched through the winds of change and time.

Years pass in the blink of an eye

quickly like a hummingbirds wing

the moments flit by almost invisible

and recalled in sweet and sorrowful memories.

Half a century almost gone

and voices on lines quiver in a fear

of days to come

but they approach with or without our permission

and we stand helpless to stop the nature

of the progression of life.

Thoughts of strength sent across the universe,

a breath in and out filled with

trepidation and positiveness,

though both do not compliment each other

in an all or nothing thought,

the belief to know that good will come

manifested in thoughts

yet still wavering a bit.

A hundred flowers of beauty I see

stitched with the delicate thread

wound in and out like the lives we lead

as we struggle to know and believe

in outcomes that suspend

our lives a bit longer,

that seek to show

our love a bit stronger,

and a tear of joy shed

when they say it is all good

you may go home now.

A piece of it all

I am born

in the sunshine cast on open fields,

I am the quiet calm of circumstance

grown wild and free among my sister the Earth,

brother the moon,

I am the peace of the moment,

the whisper of wind words that blow through

the conscious mind swimming in waves of a heartbeat

sounding from under water

floating amongst it all.

I am the essence of the karma I’ve become,

the good and the bad

yin and yang

two halves making a whole

and the mind in dream

sitting relaxed.

I am a piece of it all,

the fields of birdsong

the forest of shadow and light,

the waters blue lifting

the song of a child

singing in a lonely room

company kept by friends of plastic eyes

and colored fluff,

I am here waiting thinking out loud

hoping the answers come

true to my deepest belief,

a prayer to heal

the ravages of time and testament,

a wish for life.

 

 

Moments of mercy

Blue lights flash

unexpected this lazy sunny holiday

people moving about

waiting

anticipating

somewhere someone’s life hangs

in the balance

between speed and mercy

copter sits in the open

knowing soon it must go

high in the air

rush rush

heartbeat depends on quick straight flight.

the street where I live

a distant neighbor

unknown by myself

I hear the buzz of chain saws in the distant like

angry Mosquitos

saying a prayer for the unknown traveller

soon sky bound for rescue

soon to live to see another day

that I hope and pray.

 

down the street the Mercy flight helicopter waits for its passenger, a neighbor down the street, praying for life for this unknown soul.

 

And I cry for the loss….

“…They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker continuation of the same conditions from which escape was sought. A condition under circumstances so much more painful.”
― Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come

For masses
A friend yet
Not a personal friend,
A childhood icon
Who taught me that laughter was ok,
Who taught me that you can be
All you dream.
A master in disguise
What torments the mind
To make the call that the time is now,
And I cry for the loss,
But I think I was told once,
that this is how life goes.
Rhyme with no reason
Losses yet another
And I don’t know why.
But hearts ache for a family at loss
Hearts are broken
for no good that I know of,
but it is not my moment.
These are not my lines to speak
but a Solitary goodbye spoken to the wind.
Missed you will be
and anger fills my heart,
But I will survive
For that is the honest way
to say goodbye.
Curtain call
Fade to black.
No standing ovation of flowers
As you have gone
Shutting the door,
Goodbyes never spoken aloud.

Dead poets society:
Neil: [quoting Henry David Thoreau] “I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.”

I hate being angry with the choices people make, but it is their choice and not mine, and still it breaks the heart and I can only cry in sadness….if only….questions un Answered.
To my childhood icon, rest in peace….thank you for your gift of laughter.

Void

Walking through the world of words
Step by step
Carrying the weight of the sorrow
The angst of a phrase
The tears of a dying soul,
I see the distance
The end of this path
And see this wide emptiness
A void where something was
And now it is not.
Like calling and calling in the darkness
To hear the reply
Of nothing at all,
Just feel the sky crying yet again
And know they are your tears
Falling from the grey skies
Into the void
The empty atmosphere
Unheard by many
Yet caught in my hands
Like a parched soul happy
To have just a bit more
To sustain
To go on
To fill the void
Of lonely hearts and sending
A prayer and a song
To hear
To know
To see the sun rise again
To shine on you once more.

Silent walk

Where have you gone
My sweetest friend
Are you walking those boards
Pondering
Alone?
Do you whisper to ghosts
That haunt you in night
When the wind blows
Rattling the windows
With a chill
So very cold.
Will you come back again
To play in the light
Where we wait for a sign
That all is well
Will you remember our names
Our secrets
Or words
And will you reach out once more
To those left wondering
The absence of a soul
A friend,
Come
Please
Let’s begin again
Your words fade
And I am afraid
To never see
The whisper of a kindred spirit
Walking these boards
Of the mind.

On Becoming

Simple can
Soup emptied week gone by
Touch of rust
On edges
Brown spots of corrosion
Natures cycle.
Sponge in soap turn
Round within
Slices like butter
Crescent cut at base
Ring finger right
Blood flows red
Running river
Drip drip.
I cry out
Breathe in and out
Standing alone
Elevate and whimper
And I stop stunned.
I know the voice,
So many years since I’ve heard
The intonation,
The pain within,
My mother’s voice
Fell from my tongue
Words of shock
Pain,
Where did I become
A part of the whole,
When did her voice
Become mine.
A part of a cycle
Round and back
And I think within
The message stands staring
Waiting
As the blood drop hit the floor
I became
Whole.

Rain gonna come

You know my child
You Just can’t stop
This thing that is,
Feeling high
Feeling low
Every day the wind
It still gonna blow.
Ain’t got no time for cryin’
Ain’t got no time for pain,
Cause yesterday is gone
My love,
And today it’s gonna rain.

Gonna wash away those blues
Gonna turn you this way right
Gonna give your mood a jump start
So let those words come out,
Rain gonna come
Oh yes she will
To cleanse your spirit clean
Hold your head up high
Face into that sky
Rain gonna come
Before day is through
Let the rain just wash all over you,
Start again this mind of life
When a hard rain falls
Everything’s gonna be all right.

Gone gothic

World turned
Inside out
Black and white,
Gone goth.
Like fingertips painted
Gunmetal grey
Mohawk hair
Stands in spikes
The girl you thought you knew
No longer mouse
Found her wings
Set herself free
Can’t change the mood
When only black would do.
New friends
New music
Joy division
Bauhaus
ear buds in
She sits amongst the dead
Writing of her heart,
But she’s ok
With what she is
A bud gone goth
It is what it is.
She hears them talk
As she walks away,
No matter now
You are no one
Stranger of yesterday.
Don’t expect to understand
To figure out
A phase or not
You can’t decide for
What it is you want,
Just let her spread
Those beautiful wings
Into the night and fly,
She’s just a girl
But she is strong in her shadow,
She has her answers
And you are a fool
For trying to change
What must become.

Free hugs

I saw her picture on the book of face
Every weekend to the square
Picketing around
With big white sign
Free hugs.
What I wonder did hugs do
That it needs to be freed,
I always knew hugs were good,
And was surprised to find
They now want them free.
Are they in prison?
Locked up in chains?
Did they break the law?
Were they armed?
Or just arms after all?
Well heck I say
I would be glad to join
After all
Hugs should be free
And not kept away
From everyday society.
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I always knew hugs as friends
And I hope you’ll join us
To free hugs,
If you can’t make it down
Do it from wherever you can,
Because together we can
Set the soul free
And I am proud to stand behind
A hug that’s FREE!!!!!
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for my pal Havalynn