Never Forgotten

Note that many Seasons have turn,

As second hand sticks, have grown dizzy,

Stuck in time.

And now, there are lines plowed,

At the corner of Trade and Main,

They once were paved .

Those streets.

Now cracked by millions of smiles.

Also, a few tears.

We’ve both gathered flames, since last we spoke.

But somehow, those flames,

Lost their dance on the crowded plateaus.

Oh, time, that fiendish mute!

Stalking, stealing, and brands me a slave as I continue my wait.

You must have missed your train?

Maybe from the cracked streets?

Or maybe time, stole you away.

But for me, as I tell it now:

You are never forgotten.

How could you be?

Even in edges of thoughts,

Though they might have developed sepia and yellow,

I will always think of you on this day.

This is the day.

These are the memories.

And I will crack another street remembering.

~m

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Eleventh Hour

Will you answer,

When the voices cease?

Will you walk forward,

To where the crickets sleep?

And will you sigh,

When the sun sinks down?

Or catch that brief glimpse,

Of the fabled wedding hound?

For tonight is the age,

Where fine fiddles march.

To say goodbyes,

Before the tongue doth parch.

Or maybe, just maybe,

The hero will drop in guise?

To claim my last petal,

Before it wilts, withers and dies.

~m

Beyond Realms of Scars

Tell me what lies beneath in the realms of the not awake,

And of my forgotten scars of despairing heartache.

Those that are hidden deep and shielded inside,

Injuries gorged sanguinary, those that gape endlessly wide.

But yet those beasties embed often indelibly,

Their memories used often, and as foreign weaponry.

Broken records that mean to skip in the same root scratch,

Keep our ghost alive, so they can strike the torturing match.

Conserving me secured, in a living but numb hell,

Not knowing if its the agony or the acrid smell.

While remembering a touch from the one….

                                  that still burns my skin.

Along with the hurts that lay larva, their new life itching to begin.

Deformed am I in anguish, letting the hopeless bugs crawl,

Crawling out of the cracks of sorrow, I watch helplessly in awe.

Resisting transformation to a beautiful broken creature,  but I will succumb,

For it is inevitable, even as I hide, that I will triumph but regretfully overcome.

 

 

~m

 

Stubborn Sweet Waltz

Echos will always mirror, what was before.

Those holographic shimmers of hope, now fade in low light.

But still they serenade me so sweetly to my dreams, we were meant to waltz.

Strength fights with insecurity- oh, stubborn you!

Your voice yet remembered, casting tomorrow into prized mercury glass.

But fondly, I bow.

It is why I still love-

Those beautiful cracks of your speckled perfection!

The ones you thought you hid, they have always been my undoing.

The little boy, in need of a strong love of unquestioned redemption.

West or is it south? No bother, it’s all your wake I travel.

Despite turning cartwheels, trying to play with my head,

I would shake you from my heart, but you are rooted green!

For it’s that dreamy mountain haze, on cotton clouds I still recline for you.

Absent, I will continue to win blue ribbons,  and tie up my hair.

Waiting for double walls that call for our dance,

For the record, those stirring strings will betoken my return.

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silent Venus

And when in silence,
I sit and think,
Worries forgotten,
And memories I thank.
I feel your warmth,
Still tug in my heart,
As Venus paints love,
While we are apart.
I know that soon,
when I go to sleep,
Safety I’ll find,
Dreams of you I will keep.
~m

 

Entreat

He spoke my name in whispers,

With a simple blistering kiss.

Etching my soul to yearn,

Reaching our forgotten reminisce.

 

Eloquent of humanity,

Recognition of his blood.

Lip upon lip:

I knew it was him, the one that I loved.

 

Come to me, dream darling

Cross the bridge and awake!

Reunited incarnated souls;

We will save the world from hate.

 

 

~m

 

 

 

 

Reverse Axis

 

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Stumbling stars

Catch cold

From screams prayed to heaven

Of empty promises

That never are fulfilled

Their lights blur ever so slightly

Eon after eon

Trails of their tears

Collected from observing

Deluding their sky vision

No longer do they see

Vistas now dingy

Overgrown forest of space are

Untended gardens

Of entitlement

Never hearing gratitude

But banal platitudes

Insincere

Hollow

Cynical

 

Stars were born to help,

They were born to guide

But the axis is contrary

Gravity pushes away gifted comfort

And we’ve lost our way

being enveloped in darkness.

 

It inhales our souls.

 

But child, hear me cry:

We must be different!

We must continue to wish

On sad, crying stars

They’ve lost their way

They’ve lost their belief in love.

It is us,

who will comfort them.

We must be their sky.

It is us.

Unconditionally, it is us.

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chuck Wills Widow

The lonely chuck-will’s-widow,

Calling of your name

In the evening twilight ticking air…

Marks time spent away

By the old oaks annual rings

She offers a gift, and sings to me her prayer.

She understands our emptiness

She sings to it, a sweet berceuse

To surround us in melody

Chasing away all our despair

I recognize our loneliness, together it mates

With sobering tweets and trills

And hope she knows I am here for her

The thought bring us both to tear

We no longer hold love so near

Else we move forward out of darkness together,

And displaces all alone the bugbear

Marking time in the darkness

Of the cold night veneer

In harmony, I hum her woeful song

Keeping hearts company threadbare

Together, her and I

Sing of the greatest of love affairs

~m