Tag Archive: life


The Rain 1

 

I remember standing in the rain watching you cry behind the glass helpless, powerless, I could only watch as the curtain fell and I was alone Cold and wet I stood on your front porch listening to the muffled cries Our night was over. The hours until I could see you again laid before me like cold black miles I had never felt so alone, so removed from the world, Separated from my only purpose, my reason for being

I thought of you crying, knotted into the fetal position on your bed I could almost see you there with your cherry blossoms cheeks and sad determined eyes whispering how one day we would run away and never come back how we would find some far away land and spend our days playing backgammon and making love I thought of you standing behind the foggy glass helpless, powerless, as the curtain fell

I thought of you as the rain suddenly stopped and the sky opened wide and black above me I thought of you as the clouds spread and the stars sprinkled the sky and the moon glowed like the sun so many rainy nights have come and gone and I think of us now so many years later standing together behind the glass watching as the silvery sheets of rain fall and gather into deep dark puddles near our home Then I hear the tea kettle whistling high and sharp calling from our kitchen and I hear your voice calling me for tea and I drop the curtain and go inside.

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She lives in the house over there

She’s peeling paint off the ceiling

A marooned girl skipping in the moonlight

She’s nine years old

A thin smile and tired eyes

Her clothes are barely held together

The invisible girl walking on dusty roads

She’s nine years old

She has a friend and he lives over there

He smokes the peppermint cigar

Invisible in the daylight

He’s all she has in the world

He’s ninety years old

She sits with him in the morning

He feeds her pancakes in the afternoon

They’re reading the funny papers together

These are the best years of his life

He’s ninety years old

They lie on the cot in the backroom

With lunar sneaking in the windows

They’re drinking green fairy from the bottle

The sun comes up

They’re zero years old

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old man

 

Heavy clouds hanging low overhead

 

Collecting smoke from skinny finger cigars

 

Pillows of evanescent vapor floating like halos

 

Over nappy heads and perpetually curled shoulders

 

Bent, red-eyed men with mournful smiles, and calloused souls

 

Are telling lies about the good old days that were never good

 

 

 

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ice melting

as time spins

days meld into and nights

evenings are monolithic blocks

heavy, dark times frozen

somewhere in the in between

 

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Thunderbolt

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The thunderbolt strikes, Infecting my soul

Like venom coursing through my veins

Paralyzing me, Consuming me

Exploding into shimmering motes of light

 

 

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winter souls

 

Smiling zealots twisting faith

Hate is the foundation of

The evil horde of bland faces, winter souls

Wearing their self- righteous evil with honor

Lies and suppression are their tools

Fostering a system of inequality

Scheming against the light,

Darkening us all

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the smiths

 

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that

Interesting is how they described her face

Sharp jaw and high cheek boned

Eyes the color of melting caramel

Hair shades of light and dark brown

Windblown and tussled around her elfin face

She wasn’t beautiful, so they say

Not in the conventional way, anyway

It lay behind her narrow brown specks

Hidden behind her broad red smile

Between her light and dark moods

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that.

 

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solar-eclipse

 

Few could know the darkest hour

That comes into the light

Exposing the gray mood

That hides its purpose from the hearts that turned

The world into a place that would not love.

 

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I will come whichever way I can,

Driven by hope, by desire, and by fate

To see you, to touch you, to love you

 I will come

Whichever way I can,

I will come.

 

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pouring wine

Fear of the pint

Lengthened by fear

The fury rattled loudly

On Old Taylor Road

 

 

 

 

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