Author: poetryfest

It’s a sad little train,
on a sad little track.
Near a dirty strip mall,
down in Hackensack.

The “Garden State”.
It ain’t so great.
A broken heart,
is a heavy weight.
The sunshine stings,
she’s Newark bound.
Round the curve,
then you’re downtown.

A bluebird screams,
startled by me.
A polluted river.
Sick Sycamore tree.
You broke my heart,
on the outbound track.
Deep down I know,
this one sad fact.

The train arrives,
always on time.
A round trip, completed.
You’ve circled my mind.

It’s sad little train,
on a sad little track.
And she’s never coming back,
to Hackensack.

(inspiration)

What if I could fly high like a bird in the sky ?

What if I could float up above on a cloud filled with love?

What if I could survive a lightening storm or reach out and touch the dawn ?

What if I could flow with ease on a summer breeze?

Or manifest a rainbow over sparkling seas?

What if I could paint the morning sun, each day and every day just for fun?

What if i could reach the highest peak
Or finally find the answers that I seek?

What if I could ride the largest wave or be brave when things start to change?

What if I could cry a bay full of tears
Or swim in the sea whilst releasing my fears?

What if I took one step back to make a connection?
I may we’ll see direction within my reflection.

What if I had the courage to set myself free?
I maybe one step closer to a possible dream.

So if I take a chance to believe in me would I then see the future as I wish it to be?

The essence of your trauma is still alive
Watching families fight
Some days I look at the corners and I find
things I don’t need anymore.
I stopped looking
Because they were not there when I needed them
Then I find things I never wanted
Shadows and stuff
But it feels like it’s all connected and it’s a puzzle that I am too foggy to build
Mask
Youth
Daughter
Dementia
Charlie Kaufman
A house
And something else
I already forgot
The dancing
That’s it
The spine stretching
in pain hoping
for a future that already didn’t come
The dancing stopped
at the beginning and no one asked for more
The people around and their noise
and their thoughts-
always invading my life
I never thought to share
What is it for?
After the sweat rolls and the car takes you home
to rest
And the bills are paid and the feeling of relief settles and you’re pretty content and happy with yourself, then you remember you have to go to bed ’cause tomorrow you gotta go back
and do it again.
And it’s good to have a schedule and some money coming in so it can go out the next month. It’s pretty good to be ahead and not behind.
No one wants to be behind.
And when you’re ahead what else could you want except just stay ahead, you know?
You can’t really ask for more.
That’s just life.
That and the feeling of infinity
When you dance and your spine stretches
like your body is the milky way expanding
that’s fine too.
What else could you ask for?

Wisdom is a gateway to health
Health may succumb to stealth
Stealth is a gateway to wealth
Wealth is a gateway to freedom
Freedom is a means of obtaining wisdom

Wisdom is a means of obtaining health
Health may succumb to stealth
Stealth is a means of obtaining wealth
Wealth is a means of obtaining freedom
Freedom beckons me to want wisdom

Wisdom beckons me to want health
Health may succumb to stealth
Stealth beckons me to want wealth
Wealth beckons me to want freedom
Freedom beckons me to want wisdom

Wisdom may transform itself into
health, stealth, wealth and freedom…

(Shared by the POET from his volume of poetry:-
A Lingering Fragrance – 1st Edition 2015)

Smoke swirled around your figure
Swaying like a misty wraith
Amongst the nameless crowd of souls
Dancing their Dance of Faith!

Faith in the future they believed in,
The future born in the dim past
When fought they battles, couldn’t win,
And were into Destiny’s Cauldron cast,

To flutter like trembling leaves in the wind
Frantically dancing the Dance they made
A Dance they made, to make them forget
The games of love they once had played

When into their midst, your timeless shape
Had burst in like a flash of light
Banishing the shadows, the smoke, and dark
Scattering all fear into headlong flight

And you danced the Dance of Hope
While stars sparkled in your lovely eyes
And your body sang a Song of Hope
Stilling the multitude’s hopeless cries

And they watched with riveted gaze
Your swirling limbs, your haunting face
Your radiant smile, your tossing hair
Your twinkling feet in frantic race,

And they knew you danced for me
They watched and wondered frozen in time
While your eyes saw only me
Radiating your love – true, sublime

And they knew that they had seen
Eternity in your sparkling dance
A love so true, so pure, so strong
It left them speechless and askance!

And from the mist there appeared
I, who wooed you like no man!
Took form, and swept you far away
Into the Forever Sunshine land!

If by chance I had not met you,
I would not have experienced the moment of your laughter,
I would not have caught the mystery of your discretion,
your sweet impetuosity. If by chance I had taken another path,
I would not be here with the patience of wanting to see beyond the imaginary
face I have sketched in myself.

I leave the pains of the soul on paper
The swift old pen writes the worn words
about
the other plot that is
unfolds in the novel
of a dark sky that strives to be reborn in the sunlight
of a long road that never reaches its destination
of the long row of flowers that never ends being born

There is only this form of dagger which is the tongue of the flowers that
cut the strips of ancient scrolls
And then let’s get rid of the words and the restless labyrinths
that form the dark night of becoming

conscious

of the long drops of tears falling on the paper

(Verse 1)

You shake, tremble and you quiver with fear
I’ve got hands upon you it’s the voices you hear
But relax, I’m your friend
Or you’d like to pretend
No hard feelings.

You breathe heavily and try to escape
But you know if you try then I just might end your fate
Hi I’m back with a gun
You get out, try to run
‘Til you’re bleeding.

(Chorus)

They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.

I haunt your mind.
I haunt your mind.

(Verse 2)

I push you into canyons of wet
And you fall right into my dark oubliette
And you scream until there
Is a key you know where
I am hiding.

I’m out to get you, now go on and cry
But it won’t do you good, you’ll just sit there and die
I’m the mask, I’m the sword
You’re the bitch, you’re the whore
And you now have that razor in your palms, there’s no use in hiding anymore.

They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.

I haunt your mind.

I walked away
My head held straight
Looking just straight ahead
Walking down my path
I didn’t look back
And walked away
As your tears fell
Right behind me
Like a rainfall
I could barely breathe before
And now I soar so high
So free and light
Away from the dark
And the toxicity
That was you.

Softly he speaks,
The voice of distance far.
A number sounds only,
For the keepers ears to hear.

Of all mankind,
Against all odds,
This time the keepers you.
Your numbers up,
Yes, it’s true,
For you are chosen by him.

He who knows best;
He who loves all,
He who calleth one by one
Calleth you.

You will be missed,
And that’s no lie.
We love you,
But he loves you more.

Gone you may be,
Like yesterday’s breeze,
A memory here for us to freeze,
A treasure to replay.

As you live among the angels,
May peace be your portion,
May your spirit flow like a stream,
Clean, clear and clutter free.

But dear Aunt don’t you worry,
I pray it is well with the lord.
For death has no boundaries,
When he calleth you.

May your gentle soul rest in
Perfect peace.
Amen.