The Journey Red

red riding hood

The Journey Red

She mapped out her journey wrapped up in a prayer,
She brought faith, hope, and kindness, forgiveness and care,

“Courage”, she thought, “will help those cold nights,
And fortitude’s strength will spur darkness to light”.

She peered through the window, within her young heart,
Wrought with all of those memories that had torn love apart,

And she didn’t dare try to remove what was there,
She thought, “Well, it’s much better than hate being there!”

Accepting the task, she got insight to come,
She drew in her mind what she wanted begun,

She asked for some grace and a tither of salt,
So that nothing or no one could be placed at fault.

And then she was ready, the first step was pain,
Knowing if it were not, also lacking was gain,

When her face donned a frown and her cheeks wet with tears,
She knew she was blessed with the love to quell fears.

With a smile and wink she recovered her might,
And set out to succeed in her wonderous plight.

2013

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The Shift

ferris wheel

ferris wheel

Mingling with the crowd,
Steps in time to the sounds of laughter,
Children, parents, pets and elderly,
And lights that seem to speak in tongues
Amidst the exhuberance in the air,
A midsummer night’s dream,
It all escapes into my memory,
As each moment passes by,
I hear the church bell toll
As each hour passes on through,
And the smell of cotton candy,
Candied apples and soft pretzels,
The taste of clams,
While sipping a german brew,
The moon, motionless,
Above it all,
Mind wanders off to a far away place,
A strange bewildered,
Flight of enchantment draws me in,
And away from this hoopla
Into another place,
And the carousel is frozen,
The calliope coated in ice,
And the music stops,
The crowd is quiet,
The lights are dimming,
The babies are sleeping,
I ask for a lemon wedge.
And am served a carrot,
Intrigued, but not disappointed,
I walk to the bathroom,
It’s dark and I fall,
I get lost in the lights,
And the ambulance siren,
And awaken to tubes down my throat,
As I choke on thoughts,
About popcorn I missed,
And a ferris wheel ride,
Swallowing goldfish,
And fireworks in the sky,
Tomorrow seems like today,
And the blood bag above
Makes me remember how well
Vincent Price portrayed Dracula,
Then falling into a deep slumber,
I hope the ice melts off the carousel…
…quickly.

 

2013

Love Child

alien baby

Love Child
A Lesson In Algebra

X is a baby,
X is a child,
X is a sinner,
X has gone wild,
X is a girl,
X is a boy,
X is a bastard,
X is a toy,
X is mischievious,
X is enlightened,
X is the way,
X can be frightened,
X is sarcastic,
X, a delight,
X is the darkness,
X is the light,
X is a woman,
X is a man,
X is resentful, forgiving,
…it can,
X is a mountain,
…a river,
…a sun,
X is the MANY,
X is the ONE,
X is insatiable,
…satisfied, complacent,
X is a variable,
…but can have no replacement,
X is intelligence,
X is deformed,
X can be funny, sad,
…forlorned,
X is quite perfect,
…but also has flaws,
X is a life,
X is a cause,
X is a tear that runs down all our cheeks,
X is resilient,
…and yet,
…x is weak,
X is my daughter,
X is my son,
X=Why?
…when the journey’s begun,
X becomes kindness,
…when below is above,
…and all answers refer back to X,
X is LOVE.

The Search

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The Search

Encouraging words bringing swealtering sighs.
Redeeming a seemingly whirlwind of lies,
Smothering sorrows, apologies nigh,
Never a sound, just a hush and goodbye.

Frantically burroughed inside of a hole,
Waiting for yesterday’s dreams to unfold,
Clinging to madness insearch of a clue,
Deliverance calls, but it never finds you.

You watch eons of souls,
Clad in vessels of flesh,
Wandering aimlessly,
Absorbed in a mesh,
Of destruction,
Til spiderwebs give birth again,
More juries, more stories,
More blunders to bend.

Somewhere beyond this distortion of truth,
And the masks proudly worn,
Yet perverse, and uncouth,
There’s a billowing fury
Of untold reprise,
Like a star in the daylight,
Obscured by the skies.

Invoking it’s essence,
Your lessons appear,
You discover your life,
And it’s perfectly clear,
That the quiet sole voice,
In the silence you scorned,
Was your own lie,
Your own truth,
Denied and adorned.

2013