Hovering There

Hovering There
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Before you said I had
To leave this place
I had hoped it would be home
Even though I always knew
That would never be the way
It was meant to be

Because I was a foreigner
But you were out of this world
You were hovering there
In the dead of the night
And I was watching you
Thinking

This wasn’t at all right
I wished I was a kite
Because you sat below me
I could have caught the breeze
Drifted away through the park
Gotten out of your rank wind

But it didn’t happen that way
And you can’t change history
You told me I had to leave
And at first I said, ‘Okay’
But then I thought you’d gone
I came back

I shouldn’t have done that
The coming back I mean
The warning turned out to be a doozie
One of them there dooms
They’re all the rage
When the rage is on
And the rage is always on

You gotta heed those warnings
Even then it’s not always enough
Even then they still catch you out
Even then they’ll gun for you in the night

They tell you to get out
And shine lights in your face
Hovering in the night
Better listen to them
Boys and girls
There’s nothing else to do

They’re the ones who own this world
Even though they say they’re foreigners here
We’re just taking up space
While we’re waiting to say goodbye
When they say, ‘byebye’
It’s time to run and hide
Drag you to the velvet underground
They’ll take you for a ride

Hovering in the night
And you can’t change history
You told me I had to leave
But I came back
When I knew you were gunning for me

I had a cocky grin
I thought this was my world
Turns out it’s just the porch
to the velvet underground
And all the rest is hell

Poem #17 (Loss of me j.r.m©)


You’re on video call
seeing you sleep 
like a child gives
my heart assurance.
…and even though
your body is giving way
your blooming heart carries you
forward. Your burst of
enthusiasm, your zeal, your passion
is something I have always 
wanted to emulate into
my life but, somehow for 
some reason I just can’t bring 
myself to adopt it in my life.
It’s one of those things 
that I am willing to forego
as my inability, something
that just isn’t etched in my
DNA. I lack the patience
to tolerate the trivialities
of mediocrity, which you do
so effortlessly.

I have realized that being this
close to someone is destructive
for my heart, but I chose you anyway.
You’re 46, I am 28,
The odds are not in our favor
everyone around us is holding a
grudge with their spikes up in the air
ready to attack the foundation
of our relationship.
Sometimes it gets overwhelming
as to how we get dragged into these
petty games. Life has played many a cruel 
joke on you and I, to meet you at this age,
for you, I can only imagine how hard it is 
to rearrange your life at the age you are at, 
To make matters worse there’s the distance 
factor playing a major role in our lives,
9,815 km separates us, yet here we are
stronger than ever. I have found my best
friend in you, You have carved a niche
in my heart, slowly gradually expanding…
vacating the other things that  once occupied
some place in my heart. Things that mattered
before, with much significance have become
utterly insignificant. Yes I know I sound like a
lovesick manic but…. 

what I am trying to say is I have never been afraid 
of death until I met you. 

Loving you is a life long journey
learning first handed the truth 
about love. It’s not all rainbows 
and sunshine. Love will break you
before it teaches you about its nature. 

You mean the world
and losing you would mean the end 
of me.

j.r.m©

Peace

Silence
That’s all I hear
Darkness
That’s all I see
I want to speak
But there aren’t any words left
Is this what they call
To be at peace?

A Table for Two

At a table for two
At the far end of the bar
I sit alone,
Thinking of you.

At a table for two
I drink my scotch neat
And think
Of what I would say.

At a table for two
It doesn’t seem fair
To see people
Smile and hug

At a table for two
No one chances to sit
In the chair
That is meant for you.

Sleeping Angel

Goodnight my darling angel,

sleep tight until morning comes.

 

Dance with stars, on a rocketship,

ride a moonbeam, slumber, snooze, doze.

 

I know, he’s not really sleeping,

but to face reality is beyond my capability.

 

For now, let me keep my dillusion,

he’ll wake tomorrow, my little boy, my Jamie.

Karma

Poem 6

karma

Crowded in
Stealing my space
Hurting my sanity
Annoying my comfort
They know
But they do not know
That I know
Karma rides with me, first class not coach

 

Interview with a Marshmallow

What are marshmallows?
Do you know?
Does anyone know?
Who makes them?
Do the people who make them know?
Sugar and water and some shit.
But what else?
What is that some shit?
We wanted to learn more,
So, we met with a pack of Jet-Puffs.
Below is the excerpt of our interview:

Hey guys,
Hey girl,
Can you get us the fuck out of this bag?

table for two

before he took the cup filled with wine
he took the bread
he blessed bread
he broke bread
and he shared bread
saying
“take and eat” and
“remember”;

both loaves,
at this table for two
one table, two loaves of bread

Painful Release #13

As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is profound
There you are on the ground

You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are heard
Without ever uttering a word

As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is ascending
There you are on the ending

You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are bound
Without ever uttering a sound