Daily Archives: Friday, July 20, 2007

Pity

Forgetting the importance,
to what’s placed to the back shelf.

To stay afloat the waters deep.
Holding tight to dreams they keep.
Drowning themselves in thoughtless pity.
Losing control, along with dignity.
Slashing their own heart,
with sold words in their ear.
Not healing themselves,
with bought respect they smear.
Make a casting of new.
Remember yourself, you are less than few.
One you stand at your violent call.
To hide behind fear, you withdrawl.
A bond in you, only one can break.
Pity you, selfish partake.
Life is not roses, nor a sweet misty rain.
Release all of that self worthless claim.

Not one outside can clear your name.
Nor fix the anguish you proclaim.
Just one that sits there,
can truly care.

The hate within yourself,
is what should be placed to the back shelf.
You portray yourself in the worlds mirror.
Dust your image, make it clear.
Don’t use those words that cut you low!
Just makes life move much too slow.
Rise from the pit you place yourself in.
Come out fighting, life to win!
Quit passing the chance you have to live.
More than hatred you’ve got to give.

People see you as you want them to see.
A shallow lost soul, that will never be free?
Show them better with magic you hold.
You own words, you use to self scold.
In the end, the outside will look in and claim…
Self pity this is…that is the name.

Not one outside can clear your name.
Nor fix the anguish you proclaim.
Just one that sits there,
can truly care.

~A Whistled Goodbye~

A night bird calls me from a distant willow.
It sings to me as I lay my head on my pillow.
His melody tells me things that only my ears could hold

If you awake tomorrow you’d be so bold.
For the sorrow will still shine,
but tonight I’ll keep you with mine.

He sings so slowly and paces each verse.
He whistles over the wind, and silences the curse.

I say

Maybe tonight I can be within his heart,
and tomorrow I will face being torn apart.

You know you’ll lose the next time around.
The same you’ll feel as before, he’ll leave with no sound.
Come with me. I’ll whistle away the torment.
So when you look down, he’ll be on his knees to repent
.

With his breath so sweet my attention is won,
and I know he knows I feel alone.

He’ll say

Forgive me and take away the burden.
That I left that lovely woman alone and hurting.
Her tears I never heard splash even with my head turned.
I took her love for granted, and now I am the one burned.

So come with me my sweet love.
Coast with the wind so high above.
Yes, take your life that is damned anyway.
It will still hurt if you awake another day
.

I close my eyes with the last shot heard.
I soon…
Will fly along…
With that whistling night bird….

We’ll Bury You Today- written in 1996

We’ll bury you today,
and I’m not sure what to say.
We’ll dress you in that new suit and tie.
Soon will be our final goodbye.
You’ve left a family gone strangers,
children with broken hearts.
No way for us to pick up our families missing parts…
I’ve asked why this, why today?
I’m not sure what to say.

The loneliness surrounds us all.
As we watch mom hug the casket and crawl,
trying to touch your sweet face once more,
makes me ache to the deep core…

We’ll bury you today,
and there isn’t much anyone can say.
You were loved and now lost,
today we have to let you go…
deaths cost.

An ember of a flame went out.
You’ll be missed without a doubt.
How will I survive this world alone?
Without my best friend, I’m grown.
Little girl for so many years.
What am I to you now? A puddle of tears.

We’ll bury you today,
and the sky has gone gray.
They cover your bed where you lay,
and we’ll not see your face another day.
Rest in peace dad and wait for me.
I feel very sad but I know you’re free.

(published in 1996)

*Vacant Place*

Steps echoing throughout this home.
Where once your bare feet would roam.
You are gone now, though steps echo on.
This vacant place in my heart…I’m all alone.

I stare at walls that hold your face.
I ache so deep in that vacant space.
Wishing I could hold you just once more.
Wishing I could see you walk through that door.

I use to pretend you took a trip to the store.
The truth hurts so much, and everyday more.
This house it holds your presence strong.
To let me not be vacant would feel so wrong.

Steps echoing throughout this home.
Where once your bare feet would roam.
You are gone now, though steps echo on.
This vacant place in my heart…I’m all alone.

I keep the things your working hands once felt.
I think back to what in our lives we built.
I cry a thousand oceans, and more will pour.
When I realize you’ll not enter that door anymore.

This vacant place I rest my hand upon.
Beats only for our children, even though I’m alone.
One day these walls will only hold my face.
Then our children will have a larger vacant space.

I see reflection of who you were in our family.
Their walk, their talk, future destiny…
Knowledge they carry passed on by you.
Our children are so very few.

Steps echoing throughout this home.
Where once your bare feet would roam.
You are gone now, though steps echo on.
This vacant place in my heart…I’m all alone.

(I wrote this through what I thought would be my mothers eyes after she had to bury my dad…I dedicate this to her with all my love..it was published in 1999 three years after my dad had passed on)