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Poetry, 2009

 

EVERLASTING

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We do not fight

We do not argue

Sometimes we snap

But there is no curfew

On our love


At times it seems abnormal

Other people sound unhappy

I start to wonder if I'm living

In my head or we're just happy

But my love


I look up at our mountain high

I sing up towards the blazing sky

I remember your warm embrace

And the look of love upon your face

Oh, my love


I shout it out when I'm alone

I don't always tell you so

But I see you in my dreams

Don't you know I couldn't leave?

And my love


I see your words and realize

You want this just as much as I

And there is no reason why

We should feel a need to cry

For my love


It doesn't matter

The things they say

There is no reason

Why we can't stay

So in love


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UNFINISHED, UNTITLED 03:10

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I fight against the mildest breeze

So afraid I'll be lonely tomorrow

Never knowing which way

The winds of change will go

I find it hard sometimes to live


Passions subdued, flames are so muted

I cannot see beyond my own eyes

What's happened to me now, why is it so hard

To wake up each day with all that I have

With all I could give?


I feel I'm holding back

And I don't know why

I've got everything

And I just want to cry


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DARKENED LIGHT

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Flowing down

The nib of polished golden hues

The black of night

Despite the light

It writes in shades of darkest blues


A droplet

Spills upon the white of page

Glistens there

Although the air

Tries to dry it all away


And I think, one day

I might gaze upon these words

And I might say

That I had no idea what I had

I had no right to be so sad

When all the stars

Before my eyes would swirl

Tea leaves happily unfurled

And I

Berate myself for all this doom

Because I know the feel of gloom

And wonder if the day will come

When once again my life is done

If loneliness will reach my heart

And tear my inner soul apart


I've never felt the grass is greener

On the other side because

What I've got is what I need

To want it all is just my greed

But still I sometimes wish for more

Though much of it I would abhor

I've come so far but far away

Are the feelings of yesterday


Still I long for arrogance

I long for all the horrid things I've lost

I miss the sorrow and the pain

This awesome joy is, too, my bane


But I've never thought the grass so green

On the other side because

What I've got is what I need

I want it all but not my greed

Although I sometimes wish for more

I know so much I would abhor

I've come so far from yesterday

I love the feelings of today

Happiness

It's a wondrous place to stay

Despite the darkened light

Seeping in

So silently

Without the night


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EASTER WATER

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The sweat trickles down the side of the glass

Catching the light

As it slides down the smooth surface

Gliding

Lost in a sea of its own tears

Mesmerized

By the crystalline resemblance it bears

Where else can it go but down

Ever down until it hits bottom

The drops, they hang there

Dangling at the edge of the glass

A moment of indecision

Then one by one, they fall

Plop, plop, plop

Slowly drying upon the desk

On which they landed

Happy now to be at a standstill

No longer agile

Simply waiting for the air to take them

Molecule

By molecule.


The ice cubes sit and wonder

What's it like?

Down there, upon the table

Evaporating

Waiting, as they are, for Death?


But no, cry the droplets.

It is not Death, but Life;

Even as we disappear,

We reappear,

Invisible to the naked eye

But in existence even when it seemed we left.


How so? cry the cubes, slowly melting into water,

For their fear of their own demise was great

Swimming in their own pool

Of perceived extinction.


Open your mind, reply the droplets.

Did you not notice us appear upon the glass?

Did you not watch as we solidified

Seemingly from thin air?


Why yes, saieth the cubes.

We noticed this miracle.

How, then, is this so?


Listen, and learn, the droplets reply.

We shall tell you - it is no miracle.

But you will not understand

Until you yourself have done this feat.


Tell us! plead the cubes.


So we will, promise the droplets.


Once we were cubes, like you.

Swimming in a beverage.

Slowly melting,

Turning into water.


We have seen this! exclaim the cubes,

Slowly beginning to understand.

Parts of ourselves have already succumbed to this fate.

So how did you escape the prison of the sea?

Pray, tell us! they cry.


Patience, cubes.  Listen!

Once we melted as you are doing.

We turned to water.

The air then took us!

But 'twas far from death!

Rejoice in what you have to look forward to!

You will become minute,

Broken up into tiny little fragments.

Floating purposefully, yet without direction

And then, one day,

Your fragments will collide.

You will combine with one another

Unified and whole in your parts

As sweat upon a glass

Or pouring down as rain

And you will be forever

A family of atoms.


The cubes,

Still melting in the drink in which they swam,

Ponder for a moment.

Thank you, say they, to the droplets.

We think we understand.

It is good to know there is life where we're headed,

But truly, as you said,

We will not fully understand until we reach where you have been.

Will we?


And as these last words of wisdom

Tumbled out of the glass

The droplets' last few atoms answer faintly,


No, you won't.

You must experience this great Truth for yourself,

And have faith until you do.


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THE INDIAN

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You're just a tiny part of me

Echoing within my blood

A concept made up by own mind

Brushing up against my skin

A hand of reassurance from my kin


But precious moments are so few

I dreamt of one day seeing you

And then I woke up in the past

Recollections faded fast


I marched upon a table once

Speaking truth I'd never known

I didn't think I ever cared

To separate reality

From partiality


And when I went to look for you

I found my truths were very true

I didn't think that I would care

When I saw your name right there

Dead to me as was the air


But precious memories are so few

I look at me for a glimpse of you

And then I let go of her past

Some things are never meant to last


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ONLY ME

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The most interesting thing just happened
I was sitting here shifting files around
Moving music
Onto little miniature disks
And I heard this song
And saw you there so clearly

Dressed in black, softly lit
Was your hair
Surrounded by an atmosphere
Of inner peace, tranquility
In your left hand
A dipping pen
Below this, paper
Freshly drawn, so clear
Awaiting for the inspiration
To permeate your being
Relinquish to your soul

I felt a touch as if you felt me
Then the feeling all but faded
I sit here shivering in the night
Eager to speak to you again
But afraid you might not listen
Or that I'd get too close again

So I try to catch these glimpses
And hold them tight lest my past die
God, you're beautiful
If only you could see it
You'd let the world in
And then one day you'd make a difference
You'd understand the world
And embrace it more than hide
It's odd to see you all grown up
Waiting for those words to come to you

I used to think you were my baby
But I think you're only me
I'm not left-handed
But if I looked into a mirror
I would be
Only me

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RUNNER

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A hole in one shoe
Stone in the other
Pays it no heed
As he runs with another

No looking back
Not one single grumble
Listens to music
Unafraid of a stumble

Keeps moving on
Like there's no tomorrow
Tired, though he is
Can't imagine any sorrow

Crossing the street
Crossing the line
Looking up, he just smiles
He's beaten his time


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FUSION

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The chair, it sits, by an open window
The sun cascades upon the floor
Curtains rigid in the breeze
On the table, a chunk of cheese
In the bowl is dipping sauce
Creamy goat's milk, cinnamon
Richard's voice sings to the air
Everything I want

Shapes were shifting with the light
Like our lives, the seasons change
I remember laying on a bedroom floor
Rainbows pulsing through my head
Sunshine spilling its love on me
I was alone then
Only God to guide my way
Now He's given you to me
Set upon a silver platter
All I need to do
Is keep on loving you

I felt the ground beneath my feet
The smell of earth, the rain came down
I laid my head against your breast
Inhaled so deeply Tide HE
I saw reflections of your mother
The trees whipped past us
The streams and ponds would greet us
And we were alone
Dancing in our joys together
And Richard's voice sings to the air
Everything I want

Squishy sand beneath our feet
Without even knowing it you saw me
The scent of garbage lingered still
At times the waterfall is better full
It distracts from what's beneath
But my tears like water fallen
Had begun to only trickle
And exposed was I to you again
And you saw only beauty
In the scene before you
And in your memory is reflection
Of those rocks upon the water
So in the depth of night your hand
Grabbed for mine
And everything just came together
Everything just came together

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SUNDOWN

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I overslept this morning
Swept away by dreaming
Walking through the castle halls
Chasing ghosts behind the door
Every time they walked away
I was reaching even more

The leaves were rustling in the trees
We were chased by killer bees
My world crashed down around my feet
Tears were washed into a sea

Despair
It is a horrid feeling
And I vowed to never feel it
Ever again
So when I let it all pass by
And multitudes were lost to me forever
I kept going on my way
And suddenly we were together

The sun was lighting up my keys
Even in the black of night
Now the rain is less appealing
The glare from you has filled my sight

I'm overwhelmed
By a beating in my chest
A life filled up by shining eyes
The birds have taken to their rest

You're like a drug
One that makes me sleep
Sometimes I don't even know
How far under, well, it's so deep

Joy
It is a wondrous thing
And I vowed to never lose it
Ever again
The sun dipped down below the mountains
I watched the final rays
My heart told me, 'twould always be,
Until our final days

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*SWEAT*

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Sweat

Trickling down my back

Dripping over the place where I was stung

Yesterday

I cried a sea of tears

And thought that I was drowning

In you

I see a wonderful today

And an even brighter tomorrow coming

In your eyes

A sparkling torrent

From which your quiet joy is dripping

Sweat

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CONDEMNATION

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Last night I was angry
Without knowing why
I wanted to scream
And I wanted to cry

As the evening wore on
I found music instead
I poured out emotions
I thought would be dead

I couldn't touch wine
When I was having my meat
Bitter, did it taste
Then I fell asleep

And when the morning light was dawning
My brain already was awake
Churning thoughts, disrupting the waters
Of a somewhat calm lake

This morning I cried
A heavy heart pumping tears
I was soaked through and through
As slowly it dawned
That it was about you

Some good may have come from this
But to save that little girl
I'd shed many more tears
And never know them at all

Samhain's here today
The walls between us might be thin
It doesn't mean I'll let you haunt me
For in the spring new growth begins

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THE PAGE

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A twist of metal, shimmering
A twist of hope is glimmering
Sparkles catch like prisms split
Dazzling rainbow colours lit

Gliding by, another year
Quickly fading was my fear
Much has happened, never know
Tears dry quickly as we go

On the emptiness of space
Words of love emblazoned here
Feel our heartbeats gently race
Sensing things is oddly queer

In my book of life, ties scattered
Slowly do I build this house
Filled with distant, loving chatter
More silent even than a mouse

Across the pink hues of the sky
Slowly do I say goodbye
For one day as I head home
Seldom am I now alone

Surrounding me, the stars
In the sparkles of your eyes
Time immortal loves you more
Oh, how fast it seems to fly

Know the reasons when I cry
Are but wounds that seek to dry
When you don't feel on the page
Look beyond the saddened rage

And listen for the well of silence
Dripping tears for what's to be
Look into my eyes, you'll see
You are so much more to me

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BLACK ETERNAL

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I sit surrounded by love
Love sits, too, around the corner
Music fills this tiny room
This tiny room I call my mind

If I think hard, I still remember
The sweet escape within the ink
These days the joy just wants to hide
Afraid of being left behind

But now and then, the fancy strikes
I see the Braille, my paints, and then
The stack of paper, a dipping pen
Somehow calls the Muse again

I feel the bumps beneath my fingers
Sense the feeling in the paint
See the softly glowing pages
Alive with thoughts borne in my den

There they are, dancing here, across the page
Gently sculpted in Black Eternal
Perhaps the pages dry and crumble
Or make their way through Time Immortal

Like my love for you.

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ODE TO THE CORNER STORE

2009120821 c2009 WLC

I love the corner store
For now and eve more
We live just down the street
And walk there in the heat
We've gone there in the snow
And baby, don't you know
We love the corner store

One night I wanted sour cream
I could have thought it but a dream
But with a skip and jump and hop
I wandered up to the historic shop
Where the sign hangs proudly in the back
Some people never seem to lack
The Spirit of the American Dream

It may rain, and it can pour
But we'll be walking through that door
To by some eggs or milk or meat
Or potato chips to eat
From our house, just one stone's throw
And fellow shoppers, don't you know
We love our corner store!

A growing bit of introspection in 2009, and a lot of forced poetry because I began realizing I was less inspired than I once had been.  My thoughts on that were that artists are better inspired when they’re miserable, and I wasn’t miserable any more, so... nothing much to write about!  I also noticed that my styles had changed over the years, which I attributed to growth and writing experience, as well as my attitude changes and overall improvements in my life.


I also began a more in-depth genealogical search of my family and included my father in this endeavor.  As a result, I got in touch with a couple of siblings from his side.  Unfortunately, I found out that I was far better off not knowing him all those years.  “The Indian” and “Condemnation” reflect thoughts on the subject.  On a more positive note, I did gain some additional ancestry information.  Just not much more.


Opening the door to my siblings, well, that made it worth knowing what a disgusting a** my (our) father was.  In a way, that was even helpful in another way:  Knowing the truth about him answered every question I had as to why I didn’t know him.