One time I was loved
I felt her in spring in arms
she soon found my eyes
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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When We Imagine Death
Oh we fantasize,
the quiet, the sleep, the no longer
active duty
of being on the same page
When we imagine,
we often paint a pretty picture
because in our mind
anything is better than this,
we have forgotten everything.
When we allow ourselves
to go into the murky waters of
self-destruction,
we purposely ignore
the beauty around us.
I wonder why it is
that when I would rather be
asleep,
i do forget the beautiful faces
surround me every day
I suppose it is because
they are beautiful aren’t they
and yet,
their soul, their heart,
that passionate embrace
That piece of their lives
is meant for someone else,
and mine,
my mystique my muse my lover
is beyond my reach
So then I believe
that is what it is
the final response
to knowing we cannot achieve
the peace we know,
So instead we imagine death,
for in its absolute,
we can now begin to relax
stop trying to reach …
Stepping In Front of Buses
It happens,
people don’t plan it,
don’t even imagine
the possibility
of being hit by a bus.
Think about the metaphor
a train, a subway, an 18 wheeler
each one a massive
expedition of extreme power,
capable of changing lives.
can you visualize an instant
when suddenly everything
you believed just a second before
changed
dramatically with no altering solution.
she, he, they, all of them together
stepped in front of the bus
bodies tossed
with little regard for landing,
only the reality of lifeless endings
I remember when I was a kid
her name was Mary,
apparently with her dogs
both of them lost as well,
she caught between two trains
We all grieve those we love
we need to realize their moments
of love and endearment
are meant as signature compliments
to their lives being a part of our own.
This Being The Year
my decision made,
I went many years
living this
imagining this
something that never became
I met you
I realized truth
I went through hell one time
I swore I never would again
now here we see
this is our destiny
Leaving again she said
listen to the winds
they are meant to be …
I cannot agree
the selfish part of me
gave myself
now I am alone
The winds of change
were not meant for you and me
The winds of change mean
stay this one together …
this being the year
~ I’ve found my way ~
goodbye my love
Was This The Plan
Hurt the other
so the pain
might buffer the wane
that wonder of
why, how, when
whatever it might be
a necessary end
between two evils
meant to accentuate
beauty
for in elegance
in love
indeed that sweet resonate caress
is often found
the agony
we do wish to move beyond
… and we did that without a finish …
doors open to reveal this our illusion
Is This Scary or Poetry
I would like to off myself,
be a folk hero,
you know
that person they talk about
around the festive holiday,
old gramps ignores the dialogue,
‘tell me about his brother’
they would say,
and dad would then purse his lips
and speak of some seedy hotel in Florida,
he never named the city,
because then that would make the city
more real and attainable
then an entire state
filled with city hotels,
seedy ones you know.
They found him,
dead on the mattress,
no romantic ending
just a couple of bottles or rye
no note
no pajamas
the bedding hadn’t even been turned
his body spread eagled,
one bottle laying in the corner
the other looked methodically
dropped out of his passed out hand.
I suppose the coroner
would have looked him in the eye
and said something like
“i’never seen a more peaceful looking corpse”
he’d found his end,
the battle won
a seedy hotel in Florida,
wearing khaki’s and a white t-shirt
not exactly dressed for the beach.
of course this was locked inside the mainland,
the ocean miles away, would have just made waves.
Two Lives
I wrote this as a tribute to two young women lost in a horrible traffic accident in my community. I am not normally conspiratorial however I drove to the site and it raised questions. Our society scares me when two beautiful young women are lost to confusing tragedy.
~just finding my way, a personal journey~
