Monthly Archives: November 2015
Dead Friends
the dead are among my friends
I speak to them daily
they reveal nothing
of what is to come
but they tell me how nice
it will be to have me among them
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Shadow People
living where
light is blocked by others
kept away
from direct illumination
quite often
forgotten in their darkened places
neglected
are their circumstances
oft dismissed
their very real conditions
left alone
with little assistance offered
belittled
for their lack of direction
confabulated
by the self-righteous
those outside
live peacefully, happily
going on
with lives and pursuits
but the light
stays with them, shines on them
while they cast
shadows on all they’ve cast aside
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Only A November Day
it’s only a November day
but I can’t treat it as such
this day marks a milestone
though it’s only one of many
it has been circled and
marked prominently for months
it’s only a November day
but I will celebrate it
this day would never come
at least that’s what I thought
I’ve counted days, hours,
the minutes and seconds
it’s only a November day
but I have claimed it as mine
it is my milestone after all
though others may celebrate
within my world it is mine
for me it is extraordinary
it’s only a November day
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All I Ever Owned Has Let Me Down
several automobiles
a mortgaged house
the latest clothing
all high-tech tech
each collection
furniture
every frame
every dish
every sheet
every cup
every glass
every parcel
every thing
all I ever owned
has let me down
.
life must be more than things
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Speaking Into the Universe
I sent my words out
into the universe
I sent my dreams
I sent my hopes
I sent my wishes
I sent my desires
hoping for a benevolent’s
blessing
instead my words
fell among darkness
swallowed by a vacuum
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Remainders
some ideas
should remain ideas
.
some thoughts
should remain thoughts
.
some wishes
should remain wishes
.
some impulses
should be quieted
.
some love
should be buried
.
some hate
should be embraced
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Death of a Stranger
Cruelty has been given a new definition –
When a mind so capable and so beautiful,
Dies agonizingly slowly and piece by piece.
What was a source for inspiration atrophies,
Memories dim and eventually disappear,
The once vital, vibrant now needy, immobile,
Revered patriarch forced into second childhood.
One by one, loved ones receive bitter rejection,
They’ve become forgotten strangers to the stricken.
Relentless march across the mind shows no respect,
As it steals not just all mental capacity,
But the very essence of its latest victim,
Who they are and all that has ever made them them,
Slowly fades to be hidden behind a blank mask.
Long before the end can arrive to grant relief,
The light, signs of life have completely left their eyes.
An ending could surely not come too quickly now,
The mind has ceased and the body is following,
All that is left now is a silent, crumpled mass –
A daily reminder of who this person was.
At the end only the final and anguished breath,
With mind having been stolen, stripped slowly away,
The one here who’s slipping gently out of this life,
Is not who we have always known but a stranger.
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In My Head
there you will find
remnants of dark moments
repressed emotion
silenced thoughts
dust bunnies under rugs
unfinished thoughts
change lost in the cushions
hidden evils
unswept floors
unturned pages
unpolished furniture
many dark corners
you don’t want to be in my head
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Different
Out is different than in.
Up is different than down.
Left is different than right.
White is different than black.
Honesty is different than deception.
Love is different than hate.
Truth is different than fiction.
And while blood may be thicker than water,
you might be advised that blood can be dissolved.
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Send Me Out!
don’t let that be me
that poor fool stuck in
some ugly padded
box of wood or metal
just to be dropped in
a hole in the ground
left to slowly rot
crushed in between
two souls I don’t know
.
instead, send me out
into death’s cold grip
in a glorious
blaze that reaches out
into the cosmos
releasing what’s left
to the firmament
as I blindly throw
sparks out at the stars
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