Eileen the Dream

Eileen the Dream                                       August 28, 2013

Sitting upon the wings of a dream,

I digest her splendor, her majesty, her air,

Knowing, of course, she is but of the sandman's elixir

I drink pleasantly once nightly, but would certainly imbibe more.

She is my special friend, my partner in crime,
My honey, my sugar, who sweetens the pot she sprinkles,

My dream decreed by God, my sweet Eileen sublime,
May she never fade away into the darkness of the null and void!

Free spirit blowing at the whim of His wind,

Tis what she does, the mills spin round elliptically.

The wheat blows as Helios bakes fair Gaia golden crisp, 

And then there is Eileen, she of the dream,

Singing around the apple tree, pondering the humanities,

Walking upon leaves and kissing God's gracious sky,

All while singing to her lover a sweet lull-a-bye!

Eileen, deliciae meae! Eileen, mea pupa!
Let us tarry our souls down per viam amoris to our conjoined heart!
Enter the door leading you within my bosom, 
Allowing me to display to you my affectations,
Never for you to return to the Raven's nest again.
Eileen, deliciae meae! Eileen, mea pupa!
Never must you allow my spirit experience the frost of a winter
Lest you choose to break my heart and watch me rot into oblivioni,
My heart is yours to do with as you will at your decree.

Do me this favor, dulcissima somnium noctium,
When I see your smile and the twinkle in your eyes:
Upon the draft of a morning's awakening ardors,
Be there to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.
Our pleasures we seek should always be conjoined;
Never shall we part our souls from the path at which we met.
Allow her, O' Mighty God! Allow her to set my spirit free!
For without Eileen, life is a chimera: 
Predestined to scorch my soul in in inferno a mari!

La Dama de Cartagena

La Dama de Cartagena                                           August 28, 2013

She has the heart and the pen of a poet,

God's Grace coursing through her veins.

She sees the beauty in me others do not,

Or so it seems, and she says it be.

La dama de Cartagena, may she never falter

Upon her path to happiness,

But I'm just a soul some 1,800 miles from her home,

And I fear I have no wings to fly South.

Your love is truly written

In the poetry of your words

And of your letters, so tender, yet sad.

Because they never shall be realized as two lovers should,

Let the Wall of Jericho crash!

Like a song poorly written,

It was said two souls will never know

The embrace of one in the arms of the other.

Let our tears commence to cascade!

Let our coupled flood waters thrash!

Let our collective miseries tear our souls asunder!

My darling lady, o' sweet coffee bean of mine,

Let there be a prayer in the sky.

If I knew I had the money, I'd soon be there,

And we'd sail on through the clouds.

I would sail to you through the Panama Canal

Just so I can deliver a bouquet for you.

Let there be light at the end, my Lord,

For the ties that bind must never be denied!

And so I shall drink to my pity this night,

A night of love deluged in sheer despair,

Of the moans for my lover on the opposite of the bed,

And oh! She is not there to comfort my tortured heart!

Her benevolence, a token of God's good nature,

Her sighs of ecstasy I seem to note a phantasm 

Rather than the mist of her warm breath upon my neck.

Let there be a light to shine down upon us, Fair Lord!

Let the Wall of Jericho crash,

But our love for each other furl as a dervish!

Laura Ligh Leigh

Laura Ligh Leigh                                         September 20, 2006

O' how the birds sing,
And sweeten the dream,
They give me reason to crack a smile all the time
'Cause they make me think of my Laura Ligh Leigh...
Laura Ligh Leigh.

O' how the river winds and the fish go swimming
Through the perpetuation of everyday life.
Gentle river, crisp ripples of sound bring music to my ears
As I sit here along the bank
Throwing bread crumbs as I watch her dance to nature,
My Laura Ligh Leigh.

Laura Ligh Leigh,
My Laura Ligh Leigh,
Sweetest lil' gal ever to set foot in Tennessee.
I've known her many, many years,
Since nearly the day I could recollect.
I've never known a moment you when you didn't make me smile,
Something so wide, wider than a mile,
My sister, my gracious gift from God,
My Laura Ligh Leigh.

Look at the butterflies flutter their wings
All the live long while.
It happens at a constant, it never dies
Till the winter's chill punches the air.
Flowers bloom, and the butterflies feed,
Colors everywhere, you'd think we lived on a rainbow,
And there is Laura Ligh Leigh,
Dancing on this vast sea of plains.

Laura Ligh Leigh,
My Laura Ligh Leigh,
Sweetest lil' gal to set foot on this earth,
Most certainly in Tennessee.
Laura Ligh Leigh,
My Laura Ligh Leigh,
Her zest for life always delivers a smile,
One always more than a mile wide.

The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me                                     February 8, 2006

The fireworks have erupted,

But it ain't the Fourth of July.

He has risen, alright,

But it ain't no Easter Sunday.

All he and I talk about is me,

Not Jesus hanging at Calvary.

What has risen is the devil in me.

Now, it has been a long time

Since Ol' Scratch rose from the sea,

And time has healed old wounds

He left me in his wake,

But below the murky underlying waters

Is buried many deep, deep scars,

And just when I turned a blind eye,

Ol' Scratch returned to stake his claim.

Ol' Scratch hardly wasted any time

When he came on the ship's deck.

He thrashed and tortured the people

His host had come to love.

To combat him were a host a bombs

Who were hurled right at him,

And they didn't faze him anything like

They did once before.

He's back, and he's more powerful

Then he ever was before.

He's as mean as can be

And he's stooping to new lows.

Ol' Scratch is making his presence felt,

And to the boy, the burden weighs a ton.

If there is to be victory over the devil in me,

It's nowhere in sight for me to see.

I pray to God for enlightenment and comfort.

Perhaps that'll hasten Ol' Scratch's demise.

My Life is a Drag

My Life is a Drag                                       February 8, 2006

I look back on this day

The same as I would everyday,

And I've come to conclude

My life is a drag,

And the world's eyes are glued.

I want to escape.

I want to get away.

I want to abscond from this life,

But no matter how much I get paid,

My plans get shot to hell.

I heard a song over the radio

That made me reminisce of my youth.

It was just seventeen short years ago

That Johnny came to me to soothe.

I was eight then, and just a wee little lad

Who was swimming his cares away.

Life hadn't played it's cruel joke yet,

And I never thought it would do it today.

Children have it made, or so they say,

And that, really, is a good thing.

Fast-forward now to the present time

And see me wallow in my self-pity.

My mama gave me a slap in the face,

But it didn't do a damn thing.

I look around at my old friends,

And it seems they're doing quite well.

Some are working as retail managers.

Some are getting their Masters.

Others refuse to kiss and tell,

And then there's me in a living hell.

I'm stuck in neutral or going in reverse.

I'm a  lowly retail clerk without prospects.

I don't see anyway out at this time.

That there is fate's little crime.

I've been going and getting therapy.

They say that'll make the pain disappear,

But I've been going there for many years now,

And I still feel a lot of pain and shame.

So I guess I'll get used to it, all the same,

For my life is a drag anyway.

All you're doing is sitting there, in a chair,

Reading this piece without a care.

Empty Faces

Empty Faces                                                February 12, 2006

They've flocked here in herds

From the valley, from the pastures green.

The sounds of chirping birds

Are interrupted, yet all seems so serene.

You see, the people are here to gather around

The old lady of the family, to sing of her graces,

And she listens, cheerfully, at this foreign sound

Sung by all the nice, yet empty faces.

These are all her loved ones so

Who have cared for her for many years,

And as you know, love will only grow

Through the laughter and the tears.

They adored her when she was a young beauty

And have revered her as she's grown old.

Now, they take it upon them as a duty

To remind her 'fore the past turns cold.

She always housed them in her spaces,

For she was always hospitable,

But now, they're just empty faces,

Their identities now questionable.

The old lady gleefully sits at her party

And smiles from ear to ear.

But there are so many strangers to see,

And thus, she sheds a tear.

When asked by her great-grandson,

"Why are you upset? Why do you cry?",

She just gives this blank stare, says under the sun,

"There are so many people to meet before I die,"

And the youngster just cried and cried.

The mood changed,

And the old lady simply sighed,

Saying in her next breath,

 "So many empty faces, so deranged!"

Over time, she grew worse,

Until the day that she slipped the surly bonds.

So much emotional sadness, and into the hearse,

For it was time for her last ride.

The family followed behind feeling an eerie chill

In death's inevitable parade,

A parade of people whom the lady did reveal

To be the empty faces masquerade.

Mother Dearest

Mother Dearest                                   February 12, 2006

Another long night without sleep

Just might make me weep

If I didn't already know I have some resolve.

Mother, if you're there and available,

Just hear my cries of sorrow and pain,

And please approach, nice and calm,

And lend your warmth and strength.

I need you, Mother Dearest,

For I can't make it without you.

I feel ashamed, my Mother, my nurturer,

For I've made my life dependent on you.

Nightmares haunt me at all hours.

They never retreat, and never yield.

They fuel my angry passions and my rage,

And I know not how to disengage.

Thus, I call on my Mother, my hero,

For she's always been there for me.

As a youth, I never knew all she was,

But now, I see more clearly.

Mother the soother, Mother my nurse,

The source of life and love for me.

Whatever's been said, it can't be discounted

The importance of Mother Dearest to me.

I Long for Things (Which Make Me Sad)

I Long for Things (Which Make Me Sad)                               February 12, 2006

I long for the love of a woman so fair

Who'll love me and won't demand tokens,

Who'll take me for who and what I am,

And won't insist on a pound of flesh.

I long for things I've always desired,

Have always wanted, but can never have.

I long for things which, frankly, make me sad.

I cry all the time over the love I crave,

Yet, that gets me nowhere, nowhere fast.

Women unintentionally are condescending toward me,

But then again, I am mentally clouded with inadequacy.

Some people tell me I haven't given love a chance,

Yet still, I long for things I've always wanted,

But because of my disposition, will never have.

I long for things which really make me sad.

I walk along the beaten path everyday

Pondering over this quandary I'm in.

I kick this pebble I happen to see

Again and again and again.

I must be taking my aggressions out on God,

For after all, my resolve is paper thin.

I long for things I've always wanted,

But will never have because I never properly pursue.

Thus, I long for things that will perpetually make me sad.

Beautiful Fools

Beautiful Fools                               February 13, 2006

Youngsters run amok, and say, "That's okay."

I don't about you, but we're all made of clay.

We're made of that, people and all creation,

Molded in the form of The Lord,

Yet, youngsters think they rule this earth.

Such beautiful fools, and they don't understand their mirth,

But one day, all things will come to pass,

And they'll know then the truth of The Lord and The Path.

They spray graffiti on the Wailing Wall.

The sign, you ask?  Well, The Sign of The Beast.

A sign of the times that hurts this spirit of mine

Because I feel that my son's a fool, too,

In a group I like to refer to as "beautiful fools,"

Because that's what they are,

A bunch of youngsters outwardly beautiful,

But inside, so tangled up.

Yes, the times are changing as the winds blow east,

And the false leader of these new times

Pontificates from his throne,

Charging all those who worship Him are infidels to society,

And that they are to be sought out

And put to the sword.

These youngsters are too foolish

To see the error in this scheme,

How he'll fall from grace

When He comes marching home.

Jesus is coming home, back home to Jerusalem,

And what are these beautiful fools to do

When He calls on them to testify of their actions?

What are they to do when the find

Their broken idol to be no more?

Love Never Waits

Love Never Waits                                                 February 16, 2006

I never knew she had it in her

To be so loving toward me.

All I had to do was ask,

But I was foolish and never sure.

So many times, I'd look at her

As she was taking a peek towards me.

Boy, what a fool I must be,

For love never waits for anything,

But I thought it would for me.

My, how she always strived

To talk to me, ask me out for fun,

But I was foolish, and I never did see the light,

And now, woe be onto me!

I thought she was beautiful, without a doubt,

And we were friends, she and I,

But that's the thing, you see, that's all it was,

The fact we were friends and that was all.

I said she was beautiful, and I must reiterate that,

And you no doubt wonder why I'm here.

It's because I gambled for the mythical top dollar

And you know, love never waits for anything.

If she wasn't good enough,

Then there ain't anything good enough for me.

If that's true, than I'm one sad case,

The violinist shall play me a requiem.

I eventually saw the light, but it was too late,

She had grown tired and found another man.

Love never waits for anything, for anyone,

And it doesn't matter if you're of high pedigree.

When love's there for the taking,

The clock's just a-tickin'.

It never, ever waits.

Summer

Summer                                   February 18, 2006

Summer time is just around the corner,

Prefaced by spring and the death of winter.

Oh, I just imagine it will be so swell

Because that time of year

Just brings out the best in me.

You see, I was born during this time,

And baseball relaxes once-chilled souls like mine.

It melts away the icicles from the nose,

And Faith in creation and creativity grows.

If it's smiles and giggles you seek,

Then summer's the way it goes.

The blood rushes more vigorously.

The tides of the ocean

Are viewed as more serene.

The sand mingles in between the toes

Of young lovers who believe in Cupid's magic.

You'd think this was damn near the Ides of February,

The obigatory and appointed St. Valentine's Day,

But indeed, real love cruises on the ocean

During the heat of summer.

If life got any colder now,

I think I shall ball up and hibernate.

If life got any deader now,

I will wonder if we ever did exist.

If life brought promise of no more hope than now,

I will question the logic of Hindus about cows,

But luckily, I have the foresight to see

The light at the end of the tunnel,

That summer will, indeed, return

To pick her fiddle another round.

I've Seen Some Things in This Life

I've Seen Some Things in This Life                                 February 18, 2006

I've seen some things in this life

You haven't even heard,

Much less could ponder,

For it's beyond the spoken word.

I've seen some things in this life

That drill a hole deep to the soul,

Into the heart, flooding it with images

Of the macabre and unimaginable pain.

I've seen some things in this life

That simply won't go away.

I see the horrors of each and everyday,

And I live it as a curse.

You may look and ask me why,

But I won't give you an answer

Because you just couldn't comprehend

What I speak about to you here

Is a message preordained from the sky.

I've been examined by all those kooks

Who claim they have the insight to the stars,

But all I see is a bunch of shit

Muddier than the oddities flowing my way.

I've seen some things in this life

Which hit me no matter how I feign.

My pills? They might as well

Go down that drain,

For they don't do a damn thing

Except float me on a battleship

And engage me in battle after battle

In a war that is perpetual

All because some men in white

Have these ideas which are conceptional.

Love never ceases to elude me,

And pain always seems to pull through.

Ghosts of the past constantly remind me

That I'm obscenely fat and a fool.

What is true? It's hard to tell,

For I hear so many messages,

I'm being brainwashed from all sides.

I live in a total hell.

I've seen some things in my life,

And I know the end is near.

I'm on my way to white man's hell

To speak to the devil, to my chagrin.

I believe in God, and I believe in Christ,

But I've sinned so much,

I must pay the price.

They may love me,

But I find it hard they'd accept me.

I curse them all the time

In speech and in written rhyme.

The day indeed is coming,

For the sun is setting over the horizon.

The shadows are coming,

And that means something.

They are coming, indeed,

And they are coming after me.

At Home with Creation

At Home with Creation                               February 18, 2006

See this pen with which I write?

I write to create memories for the future to read,

For I will not live on for eternity

Unlike The Savior, Jesus Christ.

I do, however, have a legacy to give,

And those are memories

Which I cherish, wish to pass on.

Today, I saw a man of the highest caliber

Suffering even as he would take a breath.

In a way, I felt a pain deep inside me,

For I wanted to lift his burdens,

But only God can do that, so I'm told,

Only He can unlock him from his shackles.

Oh bless you! Bless you! Oh God of the world,

For the man would be dehumanized

Without you.

Then the day arrived when the man passed on,

And I felt a terrible void within

My body, my spirit, my soul,

But I take solace in knowing that You, God,

Have opened The Pearly Gates of Heaven for him.

Here, now, at last, he lies in state, so still, so peacefully,

Not feeling any pain from the cruelities of the living realm.

He is now at home with Creation itself,

Back where we all come from,

And, ultimately, with God's Grace, will return.

A Quiet Guy

A Quiet Guy                                        February 19, 2006

I've been trapped in my shell

For many a year now,

And now I'm ready to break out.

I have found that life's a crowd

With many assortments, of sorts.

I've never claimed to be gregarious,

Nor have I said I'm shy.

All I know is just one thing,

And that's that I'm really a quiet guy.

My friend took me to a party,

And what did I see that did flow?

Beer, women, flirtaciousness galore,

And indeed, I felt so insecure.

What could I say but, "Hey!

This ain't my cup of tea!"?

I just decided to hide and feel alright

Because I'm really a quiet guy.

Women stare at me, but I don't know

If they're attracted to me or not.

The men laugh and make a joke of it all

Because I'm not one with the swarm,

But I don't care, and I've got nothing to hide.

I'll lay all out on the table,

For I really don't like open parties,

For I'm really a quiet guy.

It's the end of the night,

And here are my friends,

All drunk and plastered from having fun.

They mumble a few things incomprehensibly,

And both have women in each arm.

The women make their moves

And come on to me,

Thinking there's something in my pocket,

Or so they say,

But all I say is, "No thanks,"

Because I'm really a quiet guy, indeed.

Love's Just a Simple Game

Love's Just a Simple Game                            February 20, 2006

I see all the wayward wanderers

Wail of their failing lives,

But I beg to differ with their sorrows,

For you see, I have nothing worthy of crying for.

All these folks have something or other

To touch or see or feel,

But no, not I, you see,

For I'm without the pleasures of the flesh.

So I cry a cascade like Niagara Falls

Regardless if I smile or shed a tear,

This closing of the walls on my life

Providing me with fruitless fear.

So many people stroll down lover's lane,

And I want to do so, too.

Hand-in-hand, they sing harmonious songs,

If not by voice, then by the twinkle in their eyes.

And here I am, just a wayward soul,

A gentleman, too shy perhaps,

But yearning, for want of something more, 

For my heart's hollow at the core.

Love claims no boundaries,

And it certainly takes no prisoners.

I know its patterns all too well,

And I will be the first to admit I did fail.

Sometimes I think people

Can't make up their feeble minds.

They can't decide if they are happy,

Nor can they figure out if they want to cry.

I've had friends say, "Love stinks,"

But I'm not so sure if that's true.

You just have to know the protocol, 

How to play by the rules,

For love's just a simple game,

And you gotta play by the rules.