The Gem in the Genius
A ceaseless reach and never grasp just that. There is only a moment to reflect and it is esteem. A maneuver to the future bathed in the past. The aware's rippled disturbance a restoration to pristine. We're what to effect a cacophany or symphony. Ah, that enchanting harmony. I caressed gently the petal and time escaped. The blood coursed through your mind it was kissed. Gently. Lingering. Sensed a subtle tremor and remembered it beyond memory. That so common a rarity Circled and examined Is placed at the moment removed. Elusive it is. Captured it is true freedom. Released it is true love. E.Wallace
To Hurt Less
In this world can be no greater tormented hell, Than to watch a love one fade slowly under a deaths spell, To see one you knew with love remembered well, This is the sad story here I do tell. There came in time to my mortal plain sight, Such a death to one who was my living light, That delievered a fatal wound with heart wrenching fright, I cry still in the wee lone hours of silent night. Like yesterday the memory does never seem to fade, Of that earth bound hell in which I did wander wade, That upon me wounds forever last in my soul made, I pray none other fall to lie under this accursed shade, Witness such a tragic greek scene as mocking fate on I played. To watch thy beloved dwindle slow wastefully die, Before thy own never blinking seeing eye, With tears of sorrow falling from cheek to ground fly, You would give your soul to keep them from the pain in which they lie. Years,weeks days long unending bleak dark hours, You stand near breathing the stench of deaths sweet flowers, Praying to all the gods known in their high reaching skyed towers, To take them delivering you from griefs drenching rain showers. Then comes the twisting fist of guilt grip steel, Your mind dizzy spinning hurts confusion turned real, For that which deep inside you do achingly feel, Your soul is damned the devil you must in end be sent to deal. No these are but the thoughts of sinewed bodied flesh, That exist in every God made mortal beating breast, To seek an end to this hard roads rocky weaty quest, All you can do is do your very heartful best, Hoping in time sands passing will come to hurt much less. Eugene Eorl Hamblin Boswell December 12, 1998
To Wish Upon A Grain Of Sand
To Wish Upon A Grain Of Sand To wish upon a star, couldn't bring you a car. To wish upon a birthday candle, may be more than you can handle, but when you wish upon that grain of sand be sure it's in a loving hand. It was his hand that held my grain of sand, and near the end of his part it filled up my heart. IN LOVING MEMORY OF Johnnie Lee Robinson
How well I could love you now. Why couldn't I then? too many details, they don't matter when I could love you still. I wake in the midday of night with the clear imprint of you pressed upon my heart. Why didn't I love you well? Why did we part? And why do I love you still? Rebecca Oyer
I will wake up to nothingness
Look into the eyes of the cold and lonely. A shadow of myself you may see. Falling from reality, I will wake up to nothingness.
Sitting At the Water's Edge
Sitting at the water's edge Remembering, feeling, grieving. Tasting the salt of the water, Feeling the cool breezes, Touching the nothingness of the water. Remembering a face, a look, a smile, a word, a touch. Grieving the loss of a look, a smile,a word, a touch, a heart. Grieving for my own heart Grieving for my own soul, that has been lost. What is a heart without a soul? A heart that is empty, void of true feelings, of true love, of true touch. Wishing for the look, the touch, the smile, the word, that she has now. That I once had. Never good enough to keep. Just emptiness now. Sitting at the waters edge, regretting that I was not good enough, regretting and dreading what I have now. But I had no where else to turn. Even I need touch, Even if it is bad touch. As long as I make no mistakes... Standing at the water's edge, Feeling the nothingness of the water on my feet, my thighs, my waste, my chest, my neck. Tasting the salty water on my lips,in my mouth, filling my lungs. Finally, the remembering is over, the Grieving is over,the feeling is over, The emptiness is gone, The soul long gone,has returned to claim it's heart. The pain is over. Sitting at the water's edge.
Little do I know
Little do I know, That is what you say, About the worries in this life, That I have come to know as mine. What about the pressure? The popularity race? Sick and disgusting. Worries about the ways. The way I look, the way I talk, the way I dress and who I like I wonder why. But why wonder? There is no answer to the questions that I have about this life of mine. Erin Burlingham
Encounter with vibrations
Is an encounter with vibrations so deep that now, I can not, I do not wish, it is not possible to blow them to the wind. In your eyes I can see sparks, more than stars, much more brillant, in your eyes I can see a constellation.
A heart is in debt.
Hot sun, blistering skin Creamy pale, now stinging red Lips stained black like coal Eyes green, running deep to the soul Blackened heart coming alive with pain Rememberance of words that were spoken in vain New feelings come rushing Remorse, sorrow, regret Hate fades away A heart is in debt. Samantha Beekman
There will be greater numbers of me
There will be greater numbers of me At the world's calling Peers started my starving who are they to go Filled Shaking so much yet their eyes lie still To frightening a dream to have the will My appetite longs for that evening meal We eventually give up I suppose God knows where the breezes go when they leave my window We who own no Earth to take our dead Not even the grass in which we'll bed Led by weak spirited cravings unfed Our unexerted talents created thinner threads Fuel for more Highbreds to be of the Uncoveted dead Which of us today will batyr With to much pardon Go outside what's written in margins With so promise Lies in our bloods mauling Never me visions how we started Now something that didn't mean much is our calling Who? The vanishing Speak of spring But only cold winds carrry there falling How they end between the Devil's den And heavens thralling When the dead are concious of nothing Letting the know is quite appaling They are our partners Of the fruits inherited in Adam's garden Co-Starvers to where ever the cravings lead Yet their soul endeavor is to go ever higher until they leave Wake up please junkies Who don't own the bones in their knees To stand and succeed You who breathe So that the hunger is appeased You are VANISHING Guess if you can and please interfere For the few still here Measure their lives in mere years Her sufferings closure Brings me tears Showing how rainy days can be clear The reason rainbows appear in fear we're no longer here We were no longer near When the Iris I kissed at breakfast Learned she couldn't resist The virus Causing her immune defish Her final wish That I find love in my final lips She died never knowing her's were it Not because my heart doesn't longs to kiss But I am creature who's blood to unfit I never meant for my promiscuity to make her die But Adultery defiled What in the end we couldn't reconciled Two lives contracted together but broken by my bile If I had not married death She'd be here now I take the fault we both have to share She feels my pain though she was never there The whole doesn't work when its supposed to be paird It's as broken as my swears So I go with your prayers In the air Vanishing In the stillness of morning In the paceness of afternoon In the softnest of morning we were created Led to believe but badly decieved That we were ever wanted Accidents and mistakes As dogs bred Lover met in bed And as that love met egg Life touched us as though we're brail Words had choices to gather yourselves Whispering in between the yells We're letters to unfit to spell Sin passed on by you into our cells Born armed with inexperince And the knowledge the Earth will fail Our mother's wear no veils Her every inhale Used to thicken the line between poverty and hell Our father's preytrail Profits from his sales Get loss in the mail Early they matured themselves As their lives can tell We raise ourselves Who? The offspring that are taught to be men Before they are children Your youth is vanishing In each of life's lessons Without direction Where do we stop raising is the quesiton Wrong with no correction Your decisions will never be right So who are you to say I'm spoiled Leave and add more to your life Thank you mother's who never give up and continually fight Thank you father's who hold there ears When they say its best I suffer at night Leave him alone out there To the world's care Remember Satan ensnares If he can speak through snakes Man's tongue to he can share I'm spoiled But if I'm doing right Other than God who would care The one who wouldn't win in their warfare Forget what's been said Let the dead bury the dead For you are dying And your grown children have a life to live And they too will have kids Will they have learned to stop the vanishing email@example.com
FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED
Finish what you started for my heart is still not dead I swear I can still hear whispers of hope echoing in my head Come on, finish what you started strike the final blow make sure that I am one of those souls that love will never know For isn't it true you only know victory by tasting other people's defeat For isn't it true you only know power by counting the souls at your feet And then deep within the darkness I hear a voice Scream out my name slowly, gathering strength it resounds through my veins I will stand and fight this battle I will not become your prize This soul you shall not claim For I no longer believe your lies By Sheila L. Papaleo (c) Copyright April 15, 1995
Empty rooms, devoid of life Ancient snapshots strewn about Anything of value, hastily taken While decaying memories, Are left behind like garbage, In piles on the floor... Empty rooms echo silence; Barren chambers whose only occupants Are the ghosts of some long-ago And heart-felt sadness Bare walls that hold recollections Of voices raised in anger, Of tears shed in isolation, Of a love that somehow died... A lifetime of accumulated treasures, Are divided in resentment And the winner walks away With an armful of small, pathetic prizes Empty rooms bear silent witness To shattered hopes and dreams As two battle-weary souls Forge separate paths With unknown destinations... And behind they leave The casualties of their war, To pick up the pieces To fill the empty rooms... By: Sheila Papaleo (c) Copyright 11/15/93
A MOMENT IN TIME...
It is but a moment in time When two lives intersect And kindred spirits are drawn together, Igniting the fire of friendship, To burn as a beacon Always there to lead the other home... But life's path sometimes turns And, cruelly, the flame is extinguished And one lonely spirit Remains behind Left to ponder questions Which have no answers And tears replace The smiles shared While attenuated memories linger Like faded snapshots Framed in the darkest corners of the mind... It is but a moment in time When two lives are forever parted, But love is eternal, A tiny spark within the soul Rising into an inferno To burn as a beacon Always there To lead the other home... By: Sheila Papaleo (c) Copyright 11/15/93