Bombs Away

My finger is on the button.
Let me know when to press
it. One finger can change
everything. A single bomb,
when inside its proximity,
causes utter dysfunction
due to its mass destruction.
Leaving nothing but rubble,
a bomb will cause trouble.
When there is nothing left
but fragments of the past,
a thriving history surely
will not last. After a blast,
the surviving buildings
are just sad shadows cast.
Tell me when. I’ll press it.
When it is pressed, know
that’s when war begins
as peace is put to rest.



The Haunting

Haunted by voices, the only child sees
shadows pass by. When he closes
his eyes, he can still see the demons
haunting him. Noise fills the still air.
Haunted by those who won’t leave,
he stays up all night. One night,
the only child hears his name being called.
Afraid and awake, he walks toward
the voice calling his name. He gets
close enough to see a ballpoint pen
lodged between a blank journal.
The only child picks up the pen, filling
up the blank pages. He writes, “I’m not
real” over and over. The voices stop,
and the shadows disappear. The only
child closes the journal, then the curtains
are thrown open. The shining light
illuminates his transparent face.
The light shines right through.
Surrounded by life, the only child sees
his future then jumps into the past. It felt
so real for him. He almost forgot, he was
a lurking shadow, once alive and well.
The only child visits the blank journal
now and again to encounter memories
once made, remembered, and forgot.

Memory Lane

Today, the car is in cruise control.
I take it slow and go with the flow.
Today, I take a ride down Memory
Lane. I revisit past pain and travel
through time frames: different days.
I unravel. I tear up gravel to navigate
an unknown fate. I carry weight;
I talk to my shadows: old versions
of myself. Sometimes, I ask them
for help – words of advice. Miles
into Memory Lane, I face pain
and embrace joy all the same.
I see old friends of mine the way
they were before I last saw them.
I notice houses I used to live in;
I recognize yards I used to play in.
I begin to see places I have been.
Today, I met with Father Time
and rode down Memory Lane
before any new memories came.



Darker Days

All days grow dark.
Some filled with pain.
I never look forward
to the darker days.
I can’t avoid feeling
down and dull
now and again.
Light blocked.
System shocked.
I hold onto the hope
I have left. Darker
days don’t stay away.
I close my eyes
and see better times.

Shadows

The smallest darkness juxtaposes light

Existing, utilizing its polar opposite.

Following close behind in the night.

Inching closer to us, the true cause of it.

Mimicked and mocked, I continue to move

Regardless of the broken half of me

Dragging along with nothing to lose

…But time

And no ears to hear nor eyes to see.

Through each journey, the darkness is there

Tapping my shoulder, reminding the body

Of a time

more difficult and and unclear

Of a time

When feelings hurt and no one saw me.

Nothing is alone on a earth with billions of lives

Especially when shadows commit to a reveal

Those who foil a dark history with bright times

Found life in a shadow in which they appeal.

Each mountain climbed strengthens it’s figure,

Every emotion and thought sinks into its shape.

Growing stronger each day to the body it lingers.

Connected to out heels, never early or late.

It knows

How we feel and what we say

How to be with us when we are stray.

But who caused this darkness attached to our hip?

Was it us or the environment in which we breathe?

Why does it feels like oversized cargo on a ship?

Whomever it is, it’s a part of me until the earth I leave.