dying

The Mission Beyond

 

 

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he feels dejected,

grim, down-in-the-mouth,

mirthless, mournful, 

moody and droopy,

dragged, trite,

and nothing is right, 

anguished, forlorn,

woeful in the depths of despair.

 

he tries to think 

of sweetest memories,

but as he casts his 

grappling hook to 

secure his ascent

over the walls he's built,

the rope becomes 

frayed and breaks.

 

the weight of his 

guilt has grown too 

ponderous, and his

spine too soft to

bear the rigors 

of the climb that he

now sees he must 

journey on his own.

 

sinking deeper into

his abyss he struggles 

to remember something 

other than this limbo

of darkness and dread,

the disbelief of this reality

he fails again and again

to overcome, and desperation sets in.

 

clinging to old feelings,

and the desire for a love 

long gone, he withers

in a sea of hopelessness,

and every good memory

takes him back to the 

bottom of this wallowing 

pit of sorrow and pain.

 

people pass by,

some with compassionate

flurries of empathy

that quickly ferment to feed 

the destruction of any 

aspirations for change,

and the nature of his misery

flourishes unto his bitter end.

 

he thought she was his world,

and now she's gone,

moved on to another dimension

on the wings of a dove,

to blaze new trails without him,

but his mind cannot accept

that was the whole purpose of 

their meeting in this life.

 

she came to prepare him

for this dark night of the soul,

and his task is to overcome it,

he listens for her voice

to soothe him as it did before,

and the scorching fires of 

truth that strip his soul naked

have left him angry and inflexible.

 

and when he sleeps, 

she watches 

through timeless portals,

the man she left behind, 

and wonders 

if he'll ever pass

the test 

of this lifetime.

 

he doesn't seem 

to understand her whispers in the dark,

he only understands the love they had so long ago,

he's trapped in something 

only he can bring unto an end,

or wander in his denial, his heart never to mend,

for unbeknownst to him this lifetime is his only chance

for them to ever have another lifetime in this dance.

 

 

11:41 PM 8/7/2013  ©

 

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honesty can, and

has been known

to strangle

arteries of 

bleeding love 

that feed a 

beating heart,

but flowers 

that never reach 

their intended 

destination 

only leave their 

scent. 

 

to live half 

of  a life 

is like 

not even 

living  at all, 

but  the seeds 

of dying  flowers 

disagree. 

 

5:48 PM 8/1/2013 ©

 

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Requiem For A Casualty

 

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One rainy day I peered into the window of your soul,

The shattered pieces of your life, like a shroud to fill the hole,

A roomful of confusion, was the story left behind,

A teardrop dons a cheek or two, life's end can be unkind,

This solemn stage is deafening as soldiers come to call,

The pinned lapels are like trophied shelves adorning a blackened wall,

And as I toss the single rose atop the earthen mound,

I toss my sun... My moon... My stars...

My life, into .the ground.

 

 

2012 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

like a car in the junkyard. i get embarassed at times. human life costs...money.

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The Magic in the Stars Dying

The Magic in the Stars is Dying

Flickers of Colored Boxed Light at Dead-End Avenue

Legs Streched, Crossed

Steady Hum-Drum-Hum

 

Pictures Hanging Off the Wall

Explore In-Out-In-Out

Beautiful Countryless Flag Blowing in the Wind

Stars All Up-Above You Anyway

 

One Star

Births Us All Maniacs

Births Us All Paranoids

Births Us All Lovers

Births Us All Simple-Circuits

 

The Dim-Lit-Bright Ones Make Connect-the-Dot Pictures

All Us All Dying In 

All Us All Dying Out

We Stare at Them But Answer Only In Questions

 

On Night Sky Play Pythagorean Theorem

On Piano

On Rain-Dust

On Kitchen Spoons

On Cloud-Morning-Coffeee Cups

 

On Night Sky Lay Backs Wet-Painted-Grass-Staines

Of Fourth of July Explosions that Tickle-Backs and Trickle Down to Earth

Of the Stars That are Wispered and Hush Buddah Dolls Sold in Stores for Printed Paper-Making-Money-Class

Good for Old

Bad for New

 

Something to Reach For

Something Miracle-Cure-is-ness

Something of Every Godt to Exizt

Something of Nothing

 

Do a Rain Dance

Kill Like the Sun

Pantomime All Winter 

Using Only Thumb and Forefinger

 

Things of Wonder

Caught in Nets of Rational Brain

A Few Break Free

Begin to Ponder

 

Like We All Did Younger

Underneath Blankets and Covers

With Flashlights Lit Like Dampened Diamond Signals to the Sky

Like We All Died Older

 

Finished Caught in Painted This

An Endingless Kiss

They are All Our Eyes

We are Everyone

 

The Magic in ther Stars is Crying

Not Far From Us

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dying Species (from the inside, out)

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The smile that bursts through the clouds of pain,
Is the smile from a place of strength,
Unknown to men who have become weak,
Caudled by the world of fantasy,
It bubbles up from his well within
Like an an earthquake,
It tells the world there is something more important,
Something we need to attend to,
And something far greater than the inconveniences
That life can often dish out in it's merciless ways,
And yet, when we see the smile,

We do not recognise this,
We cannot rejoice,
We cannot appreciate,
We cannot love,
Our instinct most often sought is judgement,
Then envy.

 

 

Sad...isn't it?

 

 

 

 

8:17 PM 5/1/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Strength. Insight. Self. Connection to others.

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Oil Slick

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combing the beach

dead sea creatures lie

it's so sad

 

(image from treehugger.com)

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copyright 2012

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

A haiku about oil spills.

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Requiem For A Casualty

One rainy day I peered into the window of your soul,

 

The shattered pieces of your life, like a shroud to fill the hole,

 

A roomful of confusion, was the story left behind,

 

A teardrop dons a cheek or two, life's end can be unkind,

 

This solemn stage is deafening as soldiers come to call,

 

The pinned lapels are like trophied shelves adorning a blackened wall,

 

And as I toss the single rose atop the earthen mound,

 

I toss my sun... My moon... My stars...

 

My life, into the ground.

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The Passing On

As I cracked the window,

The aroma of honeysuckle filled the car,

And I drove beyond the lake,

Down the winding road and past the old barn,

And before I reached the driveway,

I could smell the lilac bushes in your yard.

Opening the front door my perception shifts

Into a world long forgotten,

And though in the past,

So very present as I stood alone,

There in the stillness,

Waiting for the future to unfold

At my command,

Quenching my lust for suspense,

The silence shaken abruptly.

I turned to look, gasping…grasping for,

Reality, was peering through the glass

As the funeral car pulls in the drive,

And the memory of one so dear…stays alive.

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King Over Death

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Light and Dark

Colder growing

Skin is showing

Looks like snowing

Plot bewoeing

Life, I’m owing

Death bestowing

Mercy is glowing

Passing I’m knowing

 

But as death lays his cold hands on me

A stranger comes, who can it be

Is it Him I truly see?

Finally, see Him who died for me?

 

He comes like a groom

For who wears His ring

Death, where is thy vict’ry?

Now where is thy sting?

This is not an unusual thing

For everywhere, Christ Jesus is King!

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