All the secrets that we keep.
There is no shining moment
Where we raise a head once bowed,
There is just the field before us
That we left unmown, unplowed.
If we weep upon the water
And we sleep upon the sand,
We can bury our indifference
But we'll never take a stand.
We evoke the fifth amendment
In each conversation had
And our sins will be forgiven
In our private Holy Land.
**********
Selling Our Souls
There comes a time when we all have to stand,
Take responsibility for the things that we can,
Admit where we failed and try to begin
Selling our souls all over again.
There comes a time when we all have to bend,
Give up our will for family or friend,
Shaking our faith with our new found sin,
Selling our souls all over again.
There's no place to hide
With the demon inside.
Oh, what will become of us now?
You find the best price
And with innocent eyes,
To the pressures of conscience you bow.
There comes a time when we all break down,
Tear off the bonds that have kept us bound,
Wallow in fear at the places we've been,
Selling our souls all over again.
**********
Sojourn of the Mind
The dark and dangerous journey
Through the chasms of your mind;
Down the twisted paths, discerning
Every crevice that you find.
You can wander through the turnings,
Shocked at how it deftly winds.
How unrecognized the yearnings,
How uncouth, how cruel, unkind,
Were the passions in you burning
Unsuspected all the time.
**********
Taken
(Religion)
The distribution of my sanity has left me pale and shaken,
But I know the words to say to prove I have not been forsaken.
I can fall down on my knees
For however long I please
But it doesn't change a thing; I have been taken.
The great intention of society has all but been forgotten
And it seems like everything has turned perverse and foully rotten.
I can sit and watch TV
While the images numb me
But I live with what I see, that's where I've gotten.
Can't change a thing, no use to try.
I guess I'll live; I'd rather die.
It's easier to sit and whine
In this age of 'I want mine'.
Kiss my ass and go to hell,
Burn the cross and break the bell;
The Bible that they're preaching now
Is on the other side, somehow.
The desperation of my vanity has often been mistaken
For a confidence I lack and a need that I awaken.
I have sheltered this disease,
Now it brings me to my knees
And it overshadows me; I have been taken.
**********
Thank You for the Mirror
Thank you for the mirror,
Makes it easier to see
What's hidden behind your smile
And eyes, so sly and empty.
If I were the one
That slept in the shadowed dreams
In the center of his heart,
Do you think I'd let you see?
Thank you for the mirror,
Takes me back a long, long way.
Back to laughter in the halls,
Embraces in the doorway.
If I were the one
That was captured by his spell,
Makes him sing from memory,
Do you really think I'd tell?
Go ahead and run
Perhaps you are the only one.
Only his heart can tell
Who's spell it's under.
Thank you for the mirror,
Thought I'd a realistic view,
But you show'd me I was wrong,
I would never challenge you.
What if I am the one
That goes dancing in his heart;
Running, playing hide and seek
While you tear your heart apart?
Go ahead and run,
But what if you're the one?
Only his heart can tell
Who's spell it's under.
**********
The Anchor
Do you find yourself in strange places
With too many faces
Of people you don't really know?
Do you walk without knowing
Just where you are going,
When you're not sure that you want to go?
Are you out of control,
Just cast in the role
Of lover, or loser, or friend,
And you don't feel the part
But you haven't the heart
To stop 'til you come to the end?
Are you drifting along
Like the words to a song,
Not sure what the outcome will be?
Though the line may be long,
The anchor is strong,
Just latch on and cling tight to me.
**********
The Madness
Twist the walls and see them shatter;
Burst the blood and make it splatter,
Running rivers from the dawning
'Til the end of sacred time.
Hear the roar of the cascading
Flames of death that fall upon us
With no rhyming and no reason,
Stating just that it's the season
For the madness to consume us
Once again, in ethnic cleansing.
Lift your skirts to keep them clean;
In this world that cannot be,
For we're tied to one another
And to all humanity.
There is no innocence, no plea
"It was done by him, not me."
We were there - we didn't stop it,
We pretended not to see.
**********
The Past
What is the past?
Only excess baggage
Interfering with today.
If we were really
Wise men,
We'd throw it all away.
**********
The Tangled Star
The tangled star and the twisted cross
Clashed in hell and the ghetto lost,
But she rose again midst fire and flame
In another land, by another name.
The twisted cross fell by the hand
Of different men from different lands,
But the years have passed and the twisted cross
Still spews its venom and is not forgot.
Its hatred sparks and starts new flames,
But the tangled star still remains.
She'll fight and she'll die, but she will not bend;
For the tangled star will not crawl again.
**********
This Savage Soil
This savage soil, stained by the blood of your sons,
Lies bare and stark beneath the pallid sun.
Snow pellets cling to the dried yellow masts
Of the weeds as they tremble in winter's blast
Standing bleak and dismal o'er their hallowed bones,
These lone brittle tufts the only headstones.
Gazing across the silent terrain, who'd guess
Beneath this frozen turf what preciousness
Lies sleeping, lost in vain, to save this land.
Struck down in youth by the hatred of man,
They went before, leaving behind only tears
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What mother, wife or sweetheart did not feel pain,
Mingled with pride, as she looked o'er the plain,
To lock this picture in mind's eye,
To whisper in her heart one last goodbye.
**********
Upon the Red Clay
To the old church come I,
To weep and to pray.
My lover lies dying
Upon the red clay.
A sword in his young heart;
What matters how brave
He fought for his country;
He's dying today.
O' a soldier's a thief,
Your heart he will take.
A soldier's a liar
With vows that he makes.
A soldier's a killer,
He'll destroy your life
And leave you a widow
Instead of a wife.
**********
What Used to Be
(To Robert)
Your touch, your lips, your arms, your face
Are just lonely memories.
How much I wish to grasp the days
And bring them all back here to me.
Regret, remorse are but a waste,
Longing for what used to be,
But your sweet love and tender grace
I shan't forget eternally.
**********
Why do You Wait
Why do you wait, so gentle and kind?
There are others who'd love you far better than I.
Others who'd hold you, so tender and tight,
And call out your name in the dark of the night.
Why do you wait so patient, my sweet,
When you know there are others more worthy than me?
I'm often ungrateful, selfish, cruel,
Thoughtless, uncaring, and a bit of a fool.
Still, if you will, wait for me, lover.
I fear the day when I know you'll discover
I'm not worth the effort or the pain;
You've waited, my darling, these years all in vain.
**********
You are a Stranger
You are a stranger unto me,
Hid in the shadows of my heart;
A ghost that haunts my shattered sleep
And leaves me empty, torn apart.
Where are the words to heal my wounds,
To soothe my tired, weary soul?
Why must you send me to my doom,
Blind and whimpering in the cold?
**********
You Run Away
I am a torch that burns for you,
Flames for you, writhes for you.
I am a passion that dies for you;
In the winds of Egella I cry for you,
But you run away, you run away.
I am a song that sings for you,
Prays for you, begs for you.
I am a melody played for you,
'Ginst the moaning thunder, I sway for you,
But you run away, you never stay.
I am a soul that sighs for you
Tries for you, glides for you.
I am a sun that would rise for you,
All the depths of the darkness I'd light for you,
But you run away, you run away.
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Bonnie Mutchler has written hundreds of poems since her childhood, several of which have been published in anthologies. She lives in Missouri with her one eyes cat Blinky and loves her Super Poke Pet, Clucky.
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