#poem2

A phantom

Creeping along the all-too-familiar path

Night after night

As it always does.

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

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Along this trail,

It had died

But unable to unshackle itself,

Unable to remember,

It paces

Looking for an answer.

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Something new appears.

An answer!

..or so it thought.

No more 

Pacing,

Pacing,

Pacing,

Now it is

Running,

Dashing, 

Chasing!

…But, what is that new thing?

What is it trying so desperately to catch?

A glimmer of hope in the everlasting night

Just as soon fading away as it began to appear.

.

.

And once again,

The spirit will vainly be

Searching for its eternal rest.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back

And 

Im starting to forget you 

because you’re forgetting me

BUT i CANNOT forget THE Memories 

that you shared with me.

my passport was taken. what a mystery. name a country… go name a country… 

I’m going to have many dictionaries, six in fact. GREAT you thought of a country.. Let’s learn the language and dream about a trip there, while we wait about the mystery of the passports… 

because of jealousy and greed. 

Study you’re honesty! after cheating and  manipulating my emotions while you use it for your worldly pleasures. What a crime. so lock yourself up this time, while you keep watching me and joining in with the public lies, saying “shut up”.

My war has ended with you! 

your leaders will shake hands 

and my leaders will let go of hands.

I moveD on from what I can’t change. 

An old woman prays for her son while a little girl dreams a dream of a land of peace and safety

and two children wait for their father and mother, their heroes.  

My homeland was sold and I paid the price. The most high knows everything so I keep living twice. 

you loving me still 

breaks my heart 

so I will not repeat the past. 

I now fall silent to the mess I did not make, the madness that was not mine. but grateful for the straight path and the angels that kept me safe on this path of mine. I now build me up again from the war that has been around me, the war that attacked my mind and my spirit that flies. 

along a slim road the signsare hard to decipher from a distancethere is a path to something betterbut the steering wheel plays like a slide pianoyou swerve, veer toward the shoulder,in a consistent course correction how to do the right thingat the right time to remain safe there are detours and construction zonesstop signs and the railroad crossinglooms heavy with dangerif you are ever stopped…

the headlights illuminated the cobblestone in a way that made the pieces look as though they were coming together, not breaking apart

cold air and whispsrs wrapping around your body

the knife broke the bone into shredded clumps of divorce proceedings when the last of the cadaver 

spilled from the grinder plate did you say a prayer over the Tiger’s meal or for grieving? A widow lost her unfound husband beneath accusations of murder but no body no case is what I’m told and they say it’s hard to get a plane out the hanger alone but who’s to say 

with any confidence…

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Whatever they say

That's what you will do

We've all got our own

Cut out place

It's got nothin' to do

With size or shape

Everyone gets told

Just what to do-who to be

And when it starts to get old

We get knocked off our feet

"Work for me"

No, work for you

It's hard to try

And even more-so to do

Relax, they say

Your hard work will pay off some day

It's all lies

And eventually