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| Unique Visitors: 1 |
| Total Unique Visitors: 207 |
| Visitors Out: 2157 |
| Total Visitors Out: 2157 |
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| Revelation at a Gas Station |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
We drove into the Station">gas station
almost simultaneously
stopped our vehicles near the only pump
our eyes met through the auto glass
and like two insects
inaudible clicking begins
our minds gave way to primal instinct
in this untamed wilderness
our cars were flocks of sheep
competing for space at some muddy
watering hole
she gestured, 'Go ahead'
and I gestured, 'No you'
then, after a moments' hesitation
she pulls up to the pump
and I think out loud, "That's weird"
digesting what just transpired
ending her gas station ritual
that metallic clink of hose and pump was my cue
so sending her a friendly glance
before stepping out of my car
I thought I'd break the ice with a flirt
but it comes out a grunt,
"Something wrong with a little chivalry?"
"No, but you can't be too careful these days.
People are crazy."
She left me with this epiphany
avoid confrontation
be wary of anyone you meet
who might perceive your action as provocation
you'll never know who you'll meet on the road
itching for a fight...
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| Addict at 5 |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
the child cries
unresponsive Mother lies
upon the carpet again
boiled bottles
bob in the fiery wrath
then melt
with no food to lend
the child cries
Mother snores
pill bottle
caught the young ones eye
with a simple crawl
child possesses
pez-
the destructive kind...
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| Darknezz |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
look me in my eyes can u see my pain,
can u see my nightmares,
can u see my dreams.
can u feel me.
can u see my fears,
taste my tears.
i know u can feel me.
jus close your eyes im darkness. l
ike the world without light.
im dark, and without sight.
can u direct me too light.
or are u here to meddle my strife.
if so it aint right. but what is?
life is jus a dream within a dream.
in this life love have no meaning.
my words are sharp as actions.
but my actions are dull as nubs.
but hey its life, a dream within a dream. feel me?
i couldnt have lost u?
all u have too do it close your eyes.
im darkness baby.
im death. im real.. release your stress and feel my pain.
it hurt. take it away. or jus do da regular too make my day.
like smiling or speaking. whatever will do.. jus think about me sometimes instead of thinkin about u.
can u feel u me? because through it all im still me.. another shadow in the dark that voices her opinion loud and proud whether u like it or not. ...
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| savage revenge |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
.....he awoke
duct tape restrained him
in his favorite chair
with his favorite empty bottle
anxiety ensues
panic looms
controlled breathing
gently heaves
behind the chair
unknown finger
traces skull cap
plucks one hair
lighter flick
hair burnt
panic.....
immobile
gagged
cursing
..it was she
from the bar
drunken fantasy
gone awry
..she returned
to claim his manhood
a fine mantle piece...
snip...
ssshhhhhhh
"sleep now reckless drinker"...
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| Waiting 'Til Harvest |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
The fervor of summer and long heated days,
the drying, warm breezes in afternoon sun,
make grasses turn brown, seeping groundwater scarce,
and signal the turn of the season's begun.
Grapes waiting 'til harvest, with patience, resigned,
the sun is no longer straight overhead, peaked,
just sixty days' biding will bring out the crew,
and crush soon thereafter, the vintage critiqued.
The energy drawn by the vineyard's broad leaves
gives the clusters their health, and their palate repute,
for these are the grapes of the arid and parched-
a cool, rainy summer would ruin the fruit.
Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2008 by Jack Huber-
All rights reserved.
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| Uncle Shady Bird |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
bbbbrrrrrr......
say bird
bbbbbrrrrr......
see the bird?
bbbbbrrrrrrrr....
where's the bird?
and oh
she showed me the bird
she's too young to.....
who the hell taught her to.........
UNCLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!...
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| Bent Out of Shape |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
We like it when
nicely shaped lips speak to us
We listen to faces we trust
to bend the world into shapes we prefer
or provide an escape
unaware that our egos are the only things
bent out of shape...
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| sui-sin |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
trampoline ladder
with capacity
to launch prayers
closer to the divine ear
hindered life agenda
noble threat
of suicide...
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| July 3rd, 2008 |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
I saw a tattered flag
Lying along the side of the road;
Fifty stars huddled for warmth
On a torn, cold skyline
With a candy-cane of thirteen stripes
Soiled by grains of dog excretion.
I stooped down beside the little guy
And lifted him off of the pavement,
Brushing the dried mess off of
His badly broken body.
Just then, I heard the blaring horn
Of a speeding sports utility vehicle
Heading westward with a toxic cloud
Of burning oil spewing from its backside.
I held my sleeve to my mouth
As I choked on the miasma.
The fuming smog floated along,
Dispersing into the sickly air.
I wept as I laid my friend back down,
Humbled by his honesty....
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| Post Addict Apology |
| 2008-07-03 00:00:00 |
It will take
my entire life to apologize
So ask not why
I cup your tears
each time they run
in chaos from your heart
As I will be filling
the sacred tub of forgiveness
Upon completion
I will bathe
in the salty sting
Of memories
I chose to ignore
as you were pained
by a masked man
wearing my face...
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| 3 Sheets Into His Wind |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
“I think I’ll iron the pillowcases,” I said,
and it was then I knew I’d gone
out of my head and over the edge,
as I said it in such a matter of fact way –
like I iron pillowcases,
or sheets or shirts or anything, really. I’m used
to wrinkles, bumps in the road,
lumpy oatmeal, a grumpy old woman
demanding I straighten up or straighten out
her imagination of a rumpled life,
contribute to her unquenchable thirst
for the dramatic, as well as spring water.
“If you have the water cooler, why buy
the bottled water,” I ask, expecting an answer
that makes sense, or at least agrees
with her old saying about not buying cows
when the milk is free…anyway, I’m still
mulling over the idea of ironing the sheets
when I realize that what I’m really thinking
is how nice it would be to slide between
the layers of those sheets,
creaseless and smelling of summer,
where I can go out of my mind,
and over the edge,
with you....
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| Glad your gone(stepdad) |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
Growing up with you I was always in fear,
Not a day went by you didn't fight or scream.
living in that house with you was almost too much to bear,
I saw you hit my mom...you said it was a dream.
You were always drunk or high when I got home from school,
Not a day went by you didn't call me names.
I want to know why you were always so cruel,
To you was this all fun and games?
I remember the belt you used everytime I was 'wrong,'
The way you put me down all the time.
The scars are all but faded...but they will never be gone,
what the hell was my crime?
Im so relieved you moved away,
to a place far from here.
You had no real reason to stay,
we all know you really didn't care.
We are better of wthout you,
I'm stronger and no longer in fear.
You wanted nothing to do with us,
you made that very clear....
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| Fairytale dreams |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
in the land of blondies fairytale dreams~
love would last forever
living happily ever after
but in the real world
love sometimes ends
i'm learning to close the doors of the past
and open the doors to my future
one step at a time
with hope in my heart
i skip down the yellowbrick road
and maybe
the next frog i kiss
will turn into my prince
"the end"...
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| Cigarette |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
The cigarette burns like the life, and the death;
Lung of soot from vesuvian ash, and the hollow corpses of memory never rest in the blood.
And all the burning souls in the wind of life infect,
but break down in the pink, for now.
Rasping regret in the twenty score,
a gaping hole in the neck of remorse.
Say hello when you see me, in a cloud outside the hospital door;
Like vesuvian corpse....
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| Together until the end |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
Two brothers signed up for the force together,
They said goodbye to their mom.
They both aced boot camp together,
they knew war wouldn't be long.
With their platoon they fought together,
Taking many lives.
With their friends they struggled together,
to try and stay alive.
They battled all day and night together,
The cost of lives were high.
So many friends around them dead,
Together they wonder why.
Bombs explode around them,
together they run for cover.
One brother thinks of his wife back home,
the other thinks of his lover.
The enemy is dead all around,
of course their brothers in arms are too.
Together they look for survivors,
They know the number is few.
The enemy is still scattered around,
together they stay hidden from sight.
They certaintly would have been dead by now,
if it weren't for the cover of night.
There are no friends to be found,
They are together, but there also alone.
Body parts all over the ground...
together they want to go home.
They cover a great a distanc...
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| FRANK |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
With roaring speed and angry whip he turned
Billions worth of properties destroyed;
Hundreds of casualties he caused
A matter of five-minute flash flood
Gone the lives, dreams and homes
Laughter’s gone now a loudly weep is heard
His evil trace thousands of hearts are provoked
With so much hate his name they scornfully cursed
Forever not to use his name in any history of storm
All terrified, traumatized and inflicted; now he adjourned
For the memory of the casualties
By signal number 3 storm FRANK
June 20, 2008
Panay Island, Philippines...
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| A Tempting Fate |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
What would have happened
If that hadn't happened?
What would have happened...
...I wonder
Who would I be
If I wasn't me?
Who would I be...
...I ponder
Where could I go
With nothing to show?
Where would I go...
...I consider
Just what could I do?
I am ME- not you
So much I could do...
...I'm delivered!...
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| The chicken feast |
| 2008-06-28 00:00:00 |
My brother has pet chickens he takes care of everyday...
boy did I take care of them when he went away.
I ate all his chickens with a smile on my face,
Don't worry my dear brother there in a better place.
Yes he was upset, but I was full at least.
Thank you my dear brother for the chicken feast!
:lol:...
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| Jesus and a bottle of Jack's |
| 2008-06-22 00:00:00 |
it was a quiet night
&
I wasn’t expectin’
any trouble
with
the Jack’s
pourin’
out the bottle
at a rapid pace
the phone started ringin’
so I picked it up
&
found
Jesus slurrin’
his words
on the other end
his tongue
was obviously twisted
&
tied in a terrible
knot
cause the verbs
were comin’ out
bent & broken
like a man
who’d been snortin’
a heap of coke
while
flushin’ it down
with some cheap vodka
naturally
I told him to slow
it down a fraction
so
I could re-assemble
all the syllables
&
put all the pieces
together
into a sentence
or two
well
it seems that China
has just purchased
a 15,000 foot mountain
in Peru
&
this mighty mass of rock
is almost pure copper
&
worth billions
so
they’re goin’ to disembowel
the whole fuckin’
thing
of course
all the poor Peruvians
have to re-locate
&
start a new life
in another
part of town
Jesus
in his glazed state
found the whole idea
despicable
and
downright bloody greedy
when
he’d finished
his emotional tirade
I too...
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| To those that like a Gamble |
| 2008-06-22 00:00:00 |
Tell me.
What’s the odds an elephant will fly in outer space,
or lasting Love will emanate throughout the human race?
Or what’s the odds a conker having read of William’s fight,
would presume itself noble and pursue title of knight?
What’s the odds a blue baboon whilst crooning moonlit tune,
would grab hold of an old buffoon and dance the rigadoon?
Or what’s the odds of atmosphere diminishing from sky,
or raging rivers receding until their ripples trickle dry?
What’s the odds that arrogance will never show contempt,
or odds of winning lottery at very first attempt?
Or what’s the odds that mankind will see cooling of the sun,
before he sees total eradication of the gun?
What’s the odds those countries with aspiring nuclear itch,
will have a hand that hovers and is prone to nervous twitch?
Or what’s the odds geneticists will pluck a porcupine,
to impale politicians, so at last they have a spine?
Totalize,
talk to your tipsters, raise the stakes,
mull over mixtures,
ha...
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| Your Hold |
| 2008-06-22 00:00:00 |
Heavily on my mind
Distorted thoughts
Unable to focus
My conscience wrought
Trying to keep busy
Attempts to concentrate
Yet invaded by you
Slow and sedate
What is this hold
You have over me?
I let you go
Yet I will never be free...
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| Sculpting Ecstasy |
| 2008-06-22 00:00:00 |
blue eyes in deep dreams
her skin unaware
of ready to touch hands
body lines drawing an invitation
round to be surrounded
the high heel restrains
the first place to kiss
avid tongue preparing
to bath her toes
only to be excelled by impatient
touching hands
one hand lays down on her left knee
A promise to redraw
those body lines
recreational reconstruction
of perfect legs
eyes in a blue dream
unaware of yearning skin
where the seduction
finds the perfect point
only by looking
the hands have to do their job
the recreation of Venus
inch by inch, sensation by sensation,
touch by touch, shiver by shiver
the hands will canvass
the surrendering.
moist and warm, the tongue
envying the hands
will follow their track
It will discover in due time
the points that make the skin
shiver and shrink and expand
and move and tense and relax
eyes shut unaware
of the awaiting
will they open so the hands
can explore behind
if not the lips will gently
beg them to awake with a kiss
while the hands star...
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| End of the Line |
| 2008-06-22 00:00:00 |
The old bus rumbled in it’s garage berth that cool November night.
The gear-shift in Willy Shaefer’s hand was steady, never felt so tight.
Willy eased her up to the on-lot pump to prep and fill ‘er up;
the chrome grill in the neon light shown as java in a paper cup.
Willy’s bus was ready to take his riders on a carpet ride somewhere.
Lost in thought Willy eased up to his first stop and male fare;
who staggered on wearing vet fatigues and smelled of cherry wine.
Weaving as he dropped his fee, Willy told him “That’s just fine.”
Willy wooshed the door behind his fare who stumbled to a seat.
Landing with an awful thud, Willy listened for a beat
to hear his fare get up off the floor, park himself in vertical space;
Willy looked into his visor saw him horizontal; flat on his face.
Willy pulled the bus up to a corner light, hailed a cop with wish and a prayer;
He motioned for the officer to board with wide eyes and anxious stare;
The officer came onto the bus, powdered donut...
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| Solstice Snapshot |
| 2008-06-22 00:00:00 |
Two tiny sparrows are dancing around,
between a Lemonwood tree and my
sugar frosted deck railing.
Winter sky is iced with pink
becoming white and vacant
as it hits a cold relentless sea.
I can see three church spires,
definitely the dreaming variety,
and a renovated castle,
almost like a view
over a medieval village
in Italy or Portugal.
Smoke from the chimneys
of the houses below
puffs dirty smudges over the tree's,
mostly naked now,
but a few are still clinging
to their vibrant autumn dress.
Across the brook,
the Norfolk pines,
with their branches like magic wands,
stand on the ridge of the hills,
stark, against their
washing powder blue white backdrop.
They are repairing
a rig down at the port,
(cheap labor here)...
three giant steel towers,
which are lit up at night,
they are our midwinter Christmas trees
in this town.
Two innocent looking white clouds
are headed towards us
from over the dark pine clad hills
way up the valley,
beni...
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| what is and what should never be |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
oh no i've done it, gone too far
never thought this would happen to me
realize truth behind the stars
i lose my reality
never meant to hurt anyone
just tried to get by high
fucked with my loved ones
now the end is nigh
fatally flawed and mortally wounded
wait for tomorrow, i always assumed it
would bring a new day
another chance to play
to dance in the sun
but the last day has already begun
a harsh truth to realize
mind racing
blinded eyes
unaware of the fate they're chasing
no turning back now
course decided
power black out
no way to hide it
from yourself
see your life in reverse
no one can help
not doctor or nurse
did this on your own
never again get to go home...
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| Everything Is Beauty |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
she sees beauty in everything
the abandoned factory with its broken windows
telling stories about times gone by
the plastic ring from the gum machine
which is more precious than diamonds or pearls
the weed trying to push its way through the concrete
with more nobility than a well groomed rose bush
the spider crawling along the kitchen counter
that she carefully picks up and puts outside
the stray dog huddled next to the air vent for warmth
safe in the knowledge he's safe for a few more minutes
the homeless guy on the bus, who hasn't showered in weeks
yet carries an air of dignity and grace
her dying friend's face as he hangs on to what joy there is left
still extending kindness to those around him
she sees beauty in everything
except the mirror...
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| cabin by the lake |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
I.
Only about two times a year,
I go past the dark door gate,
And overcome the creeping fear,
Of memories that lay in wait
More than cobwebs, they procreate.
So I don’t get there by mistake,
To go, my mood must be sedate-
in our cabin, by the blue lake
II.
Usually I grab a beer,
and wander in with a slow gait,
sometimes I dawdle by the pier,
before the cleaning chore I hate.
Then after a little debate-
I might finally make my break.
And past the dirty threshold skate,
in our cabin, by the blue lake.
III.
Marching into the wild frontier,
stacked boxes, crate on top of crate,
and I try to swallow a tear.
For the promise to keep my date,
with thoughts of you and your sad fate.
Lounging with spiders and a snake,
soak in your absence and its weight,
in our cabin, by the blue lake.
IV.
Sometimes it feels like you are near,
If my fingers run down a plate,
I think you whisper in my ear,
the way your smugly called me Kate.
Your things toy with my mental state,
At times I think I’m no...
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| You fooled yourself, not I |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
All along I was a mirror,double sided and my reflection you haven`t known
a side of me that no one has ever seen up until now fighting and drinking
kept inside hidden was a devilish side that sat waiting with a heart of stone
tatooing my skin,tearing people apart and sitting alone long hours thinking
I am and never was yours,my heart you took but I truly would never have been
I knew from the start that it was too good to be true but still I allowed myself to care
I am no ones to love nor keep my love,you have loved me.. an immortal sin
It is you that used my emotional feed for your gentle heart to love and share
The "stray" perhaps I was but I wait not nor pace outside your door looking for you as you wish to believe
I enjoy seeing you but I can not allow myself to feel as I once did
I do love you that is the truth bit you won`t see me show it or let you think
I perceive
that there is a love waiting for me that is kept hid
I am not subjected to anything that I have not asked for de...
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| The Stray |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
A neglected dog
Stood outside my window
I called out to him
He approached graciously
Tail tucked tightly between his legs
I fed him
Cleaned him up
I loved him
Until his spotted eyes
Once again showed life
And his tail wagged loosely
But I could not keep him
I have a dog
Territorial, aggressive and assertive at that
The stray must not be subjected
I sadly realize
I shewed him away
But he won’t go
He stays close
Pacing, smelling
Always watching and waiting
Hating me
For giving him hope
Denying him a good home
And sending him back out
Into the hard, barren world
The stray I wanted to help and love
Now I only hear his whimpers
Hating myself for it
As I watch for glimpses of him
Out side my window
His smell still upon my palm...
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| Fast Food Girl |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
She serves up burgers and fries,
Fake smiles and happy lies,
“Would you like a drink?”
At least she doesn't have to think,
Just take the money, give back the change,
Don't worry if she's a little strange,
She serves up burgers and fries,
Food">Fast food and happy lies.
She wipes the tables, washes trays,
Never has much to say,
Ask her opinion she doesn’t know,
"Is that for here, or do you want it to go?"
That's what you get from a fast food girl,
She lives in her own little world,
Serving up burgers and fries,
Fake smiles and happy lies.
She sweeps the floor, gets out the mop,
Cleans up other peoples slop,
Clocks in at eight, clocks out at five,
She knows she's only half alive,
Knows in her heart there's so much more,
Says goodnight as she walks out the door,
Goes home smelling of burgers and fries,
Serves fake smiles and happy lies....
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| awake |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
zen illustrated
for beginners:
where am i?
everywhere
who am i?
everyone
he’s been sitting this way
for ten years:
motionless,
legs folded,
eyes closed,
breathing with his
diaphragm,
if not for a
barely pulsating
vein on his neck –
you have to look
long and hard
to notice! -
you’d think
he was dead.
during the same time,
I watched
countless movies
and mangled
countless newspapers
while flying across
atlantic and pacific,
swallowed paperbacks
while waiting for
connecting flights,
watched the news feeds on TV
in my hotel rooms,
attended business meetings,
learned a dozen phrases
in a dozen languages
and forgot most of them,
went on the internet
at least a million times
on a new laptop every year –
they are never fast enough! -
searching for
everything
and finding nothing
worth keeping.
he,
just a picture of a
meditating monk
I saw in my friend’s office,
is still sitting there
by the river,
connected
to everything,
everywhere,
always.
during this time
who d...
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| Tough Turf |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
Herald the beetle, the sickening shell
hiding treasures of refuse and solace, as well.
She enters through prospect, and exits through pain,
spinning sugar from gossamer grafts to her brain.
So, likewise her cousin, the centipede man
waves at graves with his ninety-nine legs, as he stands
a precarious balance on the one that won’t budge;
he’s a pillar of porridge made of steel, and hot fudge.
An insult, a blood feud, and the battle is on;
it’s a race to save face on the magistrate’s lawn!
The poppies stand pop-eyed, the marigolds melt,
while the dahlias deal with the spades they were dealt.
All the while, a mower’s blades can be heard in the distance,
and the shouts of the doubters offer little resistance
to the fact of the weed whacker inching behind...
the garden hose knows, but is kinked, and unkind.
The mailbox sputters a sentence or two,
but is drowned in the sound of the Wandering Jew
who is purple with power, and a home for the rats
(their shit’s his salvation, so...
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| Butterfly Theory |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
locust sounds all around surround me with their native tongues
the words unfold into stories told of mankind’s living sins
my sisters and brothers of the swarm beat their wings in the summer’s winds
they tell me secrets of the world learned from the ancient virgin nymph
she unwinds a tale from African lands; the people and their suffering
etched inside her crystal wings centuries of slaves speak of their lament
the souls of our ancestors wrap themselves around a linen document
and with the joining of the two deliver messages directly heaven sent
we find the heart in a place that base existence on the subject’s shade of skin
the coarse black hair stands on end when beaten with horse’s whips
lashes unleashed on back and neck cause abuse felt by the next of kin
and from the scars rise bloody mounds resembling hand painted faces of children
eyes well with tears and water drops down rusty cheeks charred by the rising sun
the moisture left behind outlines a sketch of shuffling feet a...
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| Batgirl raped me |
| 2008-06-17 00:00:00 |
(This is a fictional poem)
I met Batgirl and she raped me last year.
She turned out to be heterosexual, I thought she was a queer.
I tried to escape but sadly I didn't have a chance.
She knocked me down and ripped off my pants.
The bitch kept going and going until she rubbed me raw.
She made me feel so cheap and I'm going to call the law.
When it came to respect, she gave me none.
If you see Batgirl coming, you'd better run....
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| Misty Realm |
| 2008-06-12 00:00:00 |
I like fog and mist.
Its eerie shimmer opens
a world of mystery,
creatures you never knew.
Some fly in mountainous fog.
Others scuttle in the lowland mists.
Fog parts and I leave
the realm of mystery,
creatures I never knew.
by Billy, age 12...
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| if only for a moment... |
| 2008-06-12 00:00:00 |
the old dog’s ears perked up -
the smell was unmistakable.
it was something he smelled
in his dreams many times
when he was younger,
something he’d been looking for
endlessly around playgrounds
and back alley garbage cans
and the market and along
the river and around every
fire hydrant in the city.
laughed at by his peers,
expelled by the pack for weird
behavior, he endured it all
stoically: being tortured by children,
being chased away by the restaurant
owners, nearly getting run over by
cars countless times. all in the
pursuit of his dream. relentless
pursuit of
nothingness.
as he got older, the dream faded
as something unattainable. days,
weeks, months without a dream
turned into years - grey and cold and
hungry, but acceptable nonetheless.
so he learned to live without it,
learned to focus on other things
homeless dogs should focus on
in order to survive,
resigned to the fact that
some lucky dogs get it,
but most don’t, and he never
considered himself lucky. ...
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| The Dark Rainbow |
| 2008-06-12 00:00:00 |
My world has been a myriad of colors unlike so many
red,black and blue to paint my portrait at best
my world could could not be compared to the masses or any
for it has been lived hard and my soul always in unrest
Red to recall the blood I have seen and spilled
from the fight as a child to survive to battlefields far away
the red is stained on my hands of those I have killed
there in my memory and my nightmares night and day
Black is there to tell me about the truth of this life
black to signify what people are in all things they do
be it a broken heart or the infidelity of a callous wife
black is here to remind to no one but thine own self be true
Blue to say how hard this life has been all along
from the bruises as a child to the love I have gave and lost
there to remind me what has hurt me and what has been done wrong
blue to remind me not all people are good and that loving brings a horrible cost
The myriad of colors that have been my world for so many years
the bleak rainbow t...
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| In Search of Family Secrets... |
| 2008-06-12 00:00:00 |
So easily I recall the walk down that street
not wanting to reach the end. Knowing
each second that ticks away makes reaching
that door even harder to reach more painful,
though only anticipating nothing has yet
happened to me. Just knowing she is standing
prepared behind it ready for me, lateness not
tolerated or withstood in this household, she
will say as she grabs my arm recklessly. Here
comes the pain, and all too familiar reminder,
you have been told!
Never right by anything, but never wrong
a riddle from me to share. How can a small
child of 6 or 7, know whats wrong from right?
You know she is still learning all there is to be
herself.
Life is yet for her a space to be discovered
yet duties you give her, she handles with
grace while you and your friend with drinks
in your hand sit around just watch her clean
and every so often at her stare. Why are
you laughing at me mommy, what did I do
wrong? What was so great about him I hated
"him" to the core, he...
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| ~No Spring Chicken~ |
| 2008-06-12 00:00:00 |
He picked her up early one evening.
Looking desperate.
Said he couldn’t wait till his wife came home tonight.
Knowing she was no spring chicken,
She decided, “what the heck!”
And allowed this middle-aged, balding man
(on the prowl for a chick)
To take her to his spacious home.
Everything looked so wonderful there.
She was certain a feast was in store.
After making sure she was squeaky clean,
He laid her lustily on his kitchen table,
Her legs and breasts exposed.
Looking at her and drooling all over himself.
His hands, unusually soft and gentle
Moistening her body all over with oils.
Spreading her legs apart,
Licking his lips in anticipation…
Staring hungrily between her legs.
Various thoughts went through her mind,
This was one strange pervert.
But when his hands reached inside her
She felt so fulfilled. She felt stuffed!
Things started to get really hot now.
It was THAT time…
She knew it had to come soon enough.
She was ready.
She was well prepared..
She was….
Ready to b...
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| After a Rain Fall |
| 2008-06-12 00:00:00 |
The air is scented
with a fresh, renewed smell.
Life is abundant
with an extravaganza of activity,
as animals rise from their dry shelters
and see the sparkle of water drops
on leaves of plants and trees.
But as seasons change the birds
that usually chirp and flutter
around after a rain storm
are starting to disappear
for winter snows are coming
to replace the beauty
that is after the rain.
- Billy, age 12...
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