24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
love..happened in a fleeting moment
by chance on a lonely roadside
it climed mountains
crossed rivers
it laughed in the pouring rain, running hand in hand for shelter
love… stayed on even when she was alone
in her body
in thier house
in her tears, as they fell in all the memories that followed
love… grew a new shape
a new melody
and sung a new rythem each day that dawned
Found rings control the future.
Separated the ideals.
Come together for a common goal.
An adventure that is paralleled in the world.
Love, loss, emotions, betrayal.
War leading to peace.
The ring is destroyed at the cost of many.
New love overcomes adversity and once enemies that fought for a common goal are now friends with respect.
Breathing is the only autonomous system in our bodies we have control over.
It feels a little like breathing, to move through life without thinking
until there’s resistance
The Ego appeared and spoke to me
Saying, “I” now wish to be heard
In a time that is of now—presently
In a time that’s yet conquered
The Ego’s debut
Appearing at hour nine
For as the ninth letter is said to construe
The “I” of what’s possessed by time
The Ego raised itself to say—
For it is “I” who (presently) speak these words
For “I” am also often found to convey
Time that’s said to move backwards
For the verb is found in times past
The tense that speaks of me
But when the motion of what “I” had cast
Spoken of time that’s been—done already
“I” linger in time that’s passed
Things— already achieved
Done— and yet am now surpassed
By the conjunction of an “am” presently relieved
#1
cherished stuffed rabbit
shabby from loving, tossed out
sheds tear, becomes real.
#2
Wartime
soldiers soldier on
enduring violence
degradation
defeat
Superior Officers
look elsewhere
for victory
trading lives for ambition
numbers of bombing missions
for letters to mothers
To call the situation crazy
is normal
To feign insanity
is not believable
This is the Catch-22
To stay alive
is a trade
with death
and your closest comrades
To escape
requires more than cunning
it requires you to master
the very machinery
that keeps you
at your mercy
And in this last mission
your very life
and the lives of those in your squadron
demand your success.
Why can’t you be normal?
What is normal?
I mean really
Where is the exact description
The written down prescription
For normal
Who are you to say what is normal?
We can’t all do the same things
Or have the same skills
The same abilities
Or the same disabilities
Why must we be normal?
What is the strength
In all of us acting exactly the same
None of us being unique
Automatons marching next to each other
Why can’t you be normal?
Because no one is
Once I knew a man
I did not know him true.
He took me far
From my boarding school walls
A place I loathed.
He have me a job.
A proposal
Almost a marriage.
He also gave me lies.
He gave me a crazy woman
Wanders my halls at night.
That woman that he gave
That woman was his wife.
I went away from him.
She burnt his life to ash.
I was blinded to him.
He became blinded to all.
He finally marries me
Once his world is made small.
I take refuge
In words
on leaves
on pages
in books
in cafes
any time
any hour
any day
they lead
In and out
of certainty
those words
any will do
they can be caustic
or for comfort or joy
some take flight
others fail
they can make
a difference
they can shine
like the sun
or stars
in the night
simultaneously
for solace and sorrow
they can take
you on adventures
take me away
to and from
reality
when I wake
they are better
than coffee
and sometimes
company
late at night
words are there
for me
when I hesitate
to dream
the door slammed shut
on the lad who asked for more
as he was thrown into the
cold cruel world
only to have other doors open
leading to new friends,new foes
new adventures of life
from boyhood to manhood
in not so merry old England