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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Ireland Calls



Ireland calls
Whispering jewel on an icy sea
Dancing the Cromwell stomp
Genocidal tendencies harshly criticized
Keeping the people in russet thread
Sterile Soldiers at their beck and call
Ruling the world in a bottle
Ethos in Obscurity
Ireland calls
The home on the wintery sea
One that I will never glimpse
Tomb stones over dust
History beckons me
A voice of rebellion in my soul
The drum beats mocking my heart
Stomping on my histories dust
Ireland calls
Echoing across the sea
The language new to me
Words lost in the clouds
The meaning is obvious
Liquid Amber from a whispering jewel
A voice of rebellion in my soul
The drum mocking my heart
Dug up and beheaded
Nature’s harsh tendencies
Driven by a tide
Roots in a land not my own
Scattered across the earth
Nomads of a whispering jade

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Weekend



A three day long
Lasted two months long
Started with a kiss
An ordinary weekend
That lasted long
Gone before the dawn

Weekend two months long
Starting with a glance
Ending with a kiss
As the sun crests the dawn
Hangover that will not let go
Patiently doing time

Wondering like a leaf
Fluttering in the wind
Memories of you
Amusement in misery
Alternating every second
The affection long since gone
Dislike carved in stone

A few days of delight
The tattoo itched in
Looking different upside down
Marking the skin
Master piece to some
Only a scar to me
The x-rays can’t see

Weekend two months long
Starting with a glance
Ending with a kiss
As the sun crests the dawn
Hangover that will not let go
Patiently doing time

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Out of the gloom



Paris
Descending in the clouds
Landing in a fog
A city the color of ash
Gloomy in gray
History in a haze
One monument after another
Blending in a mixer seemingly mush
The music in the Metro
Wafting off the walls like fresh baked bread
Mesmerizing me with it sure beauty
The notes echoing off the floor and people
A memory worth a million words
Standing there listening
As the crowds rolled by
The sounds of the cello etched in my soul
Complex yet so simple
Imperceptive and divine
The music was perfection
A love life long
The voice bringing me out rapture
We are late for the Mona Lisa
I wanted to stay but needed to go
A date with a lady
Hundreds of years gone
Ascending into the day
A light refreshingly bright
The gloom disappeared
A city in flowers
Spring arrived
A famed painting small
The colors adding to the dull
Music equally brilliant
Maybe a bagger with a cello
Or a genus practicing perfection
Paris was no longer mush

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Judas has many faces



Judas screams betrayal
Standing as he did on the wall
Paid off and set free
A captive of tyranny
Enslaved by notoriety
The choice martyrdom
Reputed to be a dishonest man
All have been betrayed
All have been enslaved
All face tyranny
Entrapped in recompense
Deceived by circumstance
Mislead by the simple truth of silence
Fooled by the unfaithful
The heart knows betrayal
Treachery in adulterous hope
The soul cut open in the actions of trust
Judas has many faces
Judas screams betrayal
Standing as he did on the wall
All have been betrayed
All have been enslaved
Angels look on with broken wing
Landing where only angels can
Not heaven and not hell
Clinging to this land
Deceived by hope
Staring back at you

Monday, October 21, 2013

Luck

Lucky one
Guilty to be standing
Regret for still being here
Driving down the highway
Than every thing was upside down
Tumbling in a human size dryer
Twisting and turning in slow motion
How the water floated in the air
Seemly gloating as it morphed
The screaming deafening
Black and white tumbling
Guilty to be standing
Regret to be still here
Blackness
I hear a train in the distance
On the other side
Blinding white

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Misplaced



Misplaced memories
Where did they all go?
A color and a smell
Bringing them back
For a short time
A face that looks familiar
A glance in a room full of people
Misplaced memories
Like a box full of snap shots
Each one has a voice
A place in history
A smell that lingers
So long ago in Venice
Looking down from a bridge of tears
At the gondola as you journey by
That sunny day in Florence
Each building had a mark
The flood from a century before
David standing so proud
Made form an idealistic icon
In your own image
Standing in front of a statue   
In Rome amongst the ruins
The Pope addressing ten thousand strong
Each time seeing you for the first time
Memories misplaced in time
A color and a smell
The nostalgic shape of the familiar
A perfume that lingers
In Paris at Notre Dame
The choir sings
At the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam
The color did glow
Where the wall once stood in Berlin
And soldiers once stared each other down
Each time seeing you for the first time
Holding you near
Even though you’re gone