Parents misguided
Now the children all divided
Fabrication of reality was all that I knew
The sky was blue, sun was hot, Love was real
All lies
The walls came down, the roof fell in
My little heart died, time to be a man
Gone the sun, the fun, blue skies, and Love
My world on fire, me with no hose
The burns were bad, deep, and severe
Scars concealed by clothing and time
Never to heal or fade away
Hidden from the world, who shares no one’s pain
Only one who is close could know the truth
As I try to move on with Love of my own
The marks hold me back and get in the way
Hurting those who I care for
Those I swore to protect
Wish I could find a magical balm
To rid me of wounds that I carry inside
Broken promises, shattered dreams, meaningless Love
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Nocturnal Innocence
Deep in the night, I couldn’t sleep
Dreams escape me and in their stead: emptiness and fear
My son slumbers, drifting off to fabled lands
I approach him, quiet; lay by his side
The air; sweet, calm; surrounds him
Rest my head next to his and see his imaginings:
Robots, scorpions, dinosaurs…all blue
He stirs, I rise and leave
For Peace and Love, I do it.
A symbol of love’s complete success, he is
Pure and innocent
He to his family and they to him
To be young
Without ire, ill will, or expectation
Each day is, what it is…a slice of life
To be Loved
I sleep.
Dreams escape me and in their stead: emptiness and fear
My son slumbers, drifting off to fabled lands
I approach him, quiet; lay by his side
The air; sweet, calm; surrounds him
Rest my head next to his and see his imaginings:
Robots, scorpions, dinosaurs…all blue
He stirs, I rise and leave
For Peace and Love, I do it.
A symbol of love’s complete success, he is
Pure and innocent
He to his family and they to him
To be young
Without ire, ill will, or expectation
Each day is, what it is…a slice of life
To be Loved
I sleep.
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