| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2008 9:07:46 AM | until at last he can be with her
in his dreams each night
the minutes of the day drag by
each one a painful struggle
the disease wasting his limbs
makes for an endless battle
is he a man any more?
he does not feel like one
can't be what he hoped
can't reach for their dreams
can't be her strength
merely exist, it seems
less than a man he feels
he's failed her and it hurts
self-hatred tears him up
rage against the disease
getting further from her
can't bear pity for his pain
can't see what he can do
meds take him up and down again
and the man she loved is lost
trapped inside this thing
this raging shell of loss
a broken pathetic being
he loves her and misses her
doesn't know how to reach her
always fighting inside
always failing and alone
can't be as he once was
can't hold it together
no peace inside to give her
no strength any more
only memories and dreams
of how close they used to be
in the days where he was whole
and could hold her tenderly
as he longs to do once more | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2008 6:42:58 PM | how to reply?
as he longs to do once more
holding his breath
wonders why
why me
not you or you or you
why no peace
just once more
to hold her like before
casually,
as if this
current plot
was never meant to be | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2008 8:50:34 PM | was never meant to be
the struggle of our love
foundations made in sand
ill wind
eroding
house of cards
precarious
imploding
was it ever more
than tug of war
do we really remember
somber
we walk away
and never stop
to mourn
what wasn't ever
born | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2008 9:20:21 PM | Be sure to check your soul
At the home depot
The same way you check your coats and umbrellas at the theatre
And graze up to your seats
Along the labyrinth you walk
Lost in a dazed stare
The flurry of little bells ringing
Unfinished drinks –large clanging machines
An empty stage
Darkness
And when the lights are lifted
The smell of freshly cut wood assents the confusion
Temptation, to flirt with the first man
Who passes down aisle number 3
Press the buzzer for help an invitation
And speak to a living human being
Baggies filled with nails
Not jellybeans – paint thinners I suppose
Out in the hall the air is breathable
Coffee brewing delectably from the second cup
Much like that abandoned drink
The feeling of misplaced trepidation. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2008 5:49:16 AM | the feeling of misplaced
trepidation
fragile
emotions
running rampant
i can't do...
anymore
delicate drama of self
protect me from me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2008 6:55:58 AM | again
these words that
rampant run
behind closed eyes
again
my heart races
I count breaths
still too fast
I close my eyes
count again
numbered heart beats
breathe | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2008 7:20:50 AM | breathe
deeply
fully
filling myself with
life
focus
on the breath
nourishing my soul
cleansing my mind
connecting me
to the unknown | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2008 8:23:22 AM | to the unknown
I run
the known screams for me to return
echoes off of the walls
of a home abandoned
and finally
falls
silent
for now
breath in
breath out
hugs
make good
ear plugs
and deafened ears
see clearly | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2008 12:41:14 PM | See clearly
Breathe
Unknowingly known in self
looking back
Again.........
(Circle of life, events the same, different day, familar in ways!!!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2008 12:51:54 PM | again.........
the circle competes it rotation
spinning wildly on it.s axes
we tarry and move on.
all is familiar
yet unremembered
we almost can connect the dots
but sadly seldom do
again we return
the path before us clears
we hesitate
unsure | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 3:22:54 AM | let there be sun to shine in
clouds have served their purpose
enough darkness, enough rain
now is my time
for regeneration | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 5:38:55 AM | now is my time for regeneration
for self reflection
and self reliant motivation
make a selection
to stay or to go
as my heel
hits the well worn spot
on the front porch step,creak
and a dog barks in the distance
I am home,the place I was raised
I can handle some resistance
but I cannot suffer praise
I am no hero
I just happened along
being in the wrong place
singin' my song
the melody flows like amazing grace
but the harmony is key
when it all falls into place | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 6:50:24 AM | when it all falls into place
a rarity indeed
harmony ecstatically
mirrored in a smile.
guard the moment
closely
do not let it slip away
with out repaying the
essence of the moment sweet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 7:22:31 AM | essence of the moment sweet
life's deserts fulfill complete
smooth as chocolate cream delight
ecstasy whipped decadently light
sprinkled with crystals of sugar spun fine
sweet as the mornings with love on my mind
buttery biscuits and caramel cream
this confectionery is a sweet lovers dream | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 7:52:43 AM | this confectionery is a sweet lovers dream
you're the chocolate and the icing
....topped off with ice cream
sweet all over, and on the inside too
no matter how hard I try
I just can't "quit" you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 8:30:58 AM | I just can't "quit" you,
I just can't walk away
something about you
has me here to stay
I can no longer imagine
you not by my side
cannot be without you
that I can't abide
Waking up each morning
in your arms I knew
I was in the right universe
where I belong with you. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 1:02:30 PM | Where I belong with you
is inside your heart
not in my brain
so don't even start
don't go there
deep shit you'll step in
and all my baggage
you will be schleppin'
so let's keep it light
and love we can find
like faeries in flight
blind leading the blind
deep understanding
there's a time and a place
for now, no demanding
to each our space
we can hold hands
without reading the palms
the here and now
is what really calms
our inner selves
the soul and the mind
singing together
forever entwined
so let's keep it light
and love we can find
like faeries in flight
blind leading the blind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 5:49:48 PM | blind leading the blind
off the edge of a cliff
would you be so kind
when only,and if
I were yours
and you were mine ,once
busy doing the chores
that keeps my world from
being driven by
the one eyed man who is king
in the realm of the blind
I would tell you anything
if only you will stay forever....
please let there be more
are you the one I'm longing for? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 7:50:06 PM | are you he one I'm longing for?
is your name I call in the dark?
is it you footstep I listen for,
your scent that lingers on my pillow?
I remember the sound of the
truck door slamming when you left,
even the dog did not bark t passing cars.
how long will this silence last?i | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2008 9:52:26 PM | how long will this silence last
in this desert I made for myself
grain by chaffing grain?
I cannot suffer praise
cannot endure approbation
prefer this blank landscape
to unrealised expectations
for social interaction.
But one day . . . some day
a path back might find me
(thanks for your line fissionmission: sure made me think. H) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2008 3:48:32 AM | a path
back might find me
the one less taken
only for the bold
for truly that is what i seek
or so the story goes
poetic heart
spirit light as dreams
a glimmer in the eye
and a sense of adventure
would surely please
but i no longer search
for the man of my dreams
guess i'm still searching for
the one that's known as me | |
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