A heartfelt thank you to our Armed Forces both at home and around the world. In any country, in any language this poem is appropriate. The men and women who place themselves in danger so you don’t have to deserve your thanks. Offer it.
The Shadow Knows
The Shadow Knows
Evil hides in shadows, hidden by deceit
To find their face one has to be a sleuth
And so I slip to shadows covering the street
Rest assured
The illness will be cured
The Shadow knows the truth
Evil is the killer and apathy his deceitful knife
Perhaps done in purpose, perhaps by trusting youth
In shadows I waited hoping to save the life
Either way
None can say
But the Shadow knows the truth
For now I’ll sit and wait, the evil hasn’t passed
They think I was plucked like a wisdom tooth
From shadows I’ll watch the dissidents amass
Killers laugh
On my behalf
Still…the Shadow knows the truth
A super-hero or just a regular person who wishes to change the way things are? Too often well-meaning plans are taken too literally and in the end become a prison instead of a solution. In these times the ordinary must become extraordinary.
Riders On The Storm
Riders On The Storm
Cast before the tumultuous winds
And the bone-jarring rattle of thunder
The flash of lightning
Setting the skies alight in a ghostly blue haze
Bitter smell of electricity and defeat
The fields below are red with blood
And passion
Traitorous liaisons have crippled the army
Stifled their will
Ended their fortitude
Signaled their demise
The demons laugh at the ease of their victory
So many souls now ripe for the plunder
Like sheep to be led to slaughter going happily
Peacefully
Content
Unashamed
Even as shame is their mantle, their cloak, their lives
Apathy quelled passions fear took hold
And life passed away in the pre-dawn hours of the storm
Slipping noiselessly and without notice or care
Leaving the empty husks of starving zombies
To mull their dull existence that has no honor
No feeling
No direction
No future
Just an existence under the passing storm
With its bone-jarring thunder and bright flashes of lightning
No more feeling its power and passion
Its energies expending into the dark abyss of lifeless eyes
That can see it but cannot understand it
And fear it
And wish it gone
Forever
The Riders came and conquered with almost no resistance. The apathy of the population was their greatest weapon. The traitorous apathy that allows resistance to break and shatter, questions to go unasked and ideas to be quelled.
Mind of a Cloud
Mind of a Cloud
Sometimes I’m white and fluffy and high
Other times I’m thin and streak across the sky
At times I’m hidden away from your eye
And I can even make images or so you imply
Then there are times when I’m dark and mean
With thunder and lightning I cause quite a scene
I throw down my rain, the streets I clean
If you complain I’ll wash away your bowling green
Yes, I’m a cloud and I go where there’s fun
If you come to the beach then I’ll cover the sun
If you’re out in a field then I’ll rain till you run
If you’re stuck inside then I’ll be shining a ton
I’m everything you want just not what you need
I’m complex and contrary and on that we’re agreed
But you can’t live without me you must concede
And the mind of a cloud will never ever pay heed
Light, whimsical and fluffy. Descriptions of both the poem and its subject, a short bit of fun.
Why Can’t You Come Home
Why Can’t You Come Home
Well it’s 3AM and I closed another bar
And I still remember that night when I went too far
When I took a good man for granted
It was a dirty shame the way I acted
And now I sit and I drink and I’m so alone
I miss you baby
Why can’t you come home
I know I was wrong
But it’s here that you belong
Please tell me baby
Why can’t you come home
I went to the picture show just the other night
The movie was another happily-ever-after love delight
But real life doesn’t work like that
Sometimes love is a little like combat
And I sat through the show and I felt so alone
Couples everywhere and I’m on my own
And I know I was wrong
And I can sing it here in my song
Just tell me baby
Why can’t you come home
That night is carved deep in my mind
I didn’t know how I could be so unkind
And when you walked away I saw all your tears
My heart turned to stone and I laughed at your fears
But now another night passes me by
I can only hold onto my pillow and cry
So sorry at how I broke your heart
If I could go back I know I’d be smart
And instead of watching TV in the dark all alone
I’d be waiting for you baby, waiting for you to come home
Please tell me baby
Why can’t you come home
I want to tell you baby
It was me who was wrong
And I’d love for you baby
To please find your way home
A song actually. But then again, poems are songs with no music. Some very talented people are hard at work making their art combine with this art and soon a new art will be born.
My Regret
My Regret
In the twilight times of my days
I sit solitary, surrounded by the voices
Of a thousand wrongs I've done
Chastising and screaming for honor to be restored
Honor lost never to be regained
Such is the price of fear
Lost in the twilight times of my hours
Surrounded by the specter of loneliness
Gripped by the cold hands of self-imposed punishment
My strongest regrets are the loves I let slip
Through my unwieldy hands
And my unopened heart
Until finally in the twilight of my minutes
The stone hearts of the multitude open
Their searching eyes resting on what is left of my soul
Their grasping hands reach to render my life
All thoughts turn to you
And the hope you saw the child
And forgave my fear
Days dwindle to hours and then to minutes. In the waning hours your life replays over and over, all your indiscretions paraded, all your infidelities shown and all your embarrassments illuminated a thousand times. You can only hope they understand.
Well there you have it. I hope this book entertained you on some levels, hopefully on all of them. As time passes I’ll always have some project started or some poem written and eventually they too will find a place in a second treasures book.
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