Sense of Home

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You broke through

The walls I’ve built,

Smashed them down,

With fists laced in guilt, allowing

Only silhouettes their rightful place in line

You pushed me away to far withdrawn

After hearing you sing your lonely song

Yet I’d be tethered back to you

But only after you heard me aligning

With some other’s sad refrain

shower in, upon me now

shower down, drench me here

with your light, wash away

my every sense of fear

You took my tears,

You took them all, vialed

Each and capped their lids,

Forever keeping me near,

holding my desires ever closer still

You closed these eyes,

White circles dyed brown,

You closed these lids,

Lest I should frown, seeing

Clearly, all the world’s disturbances

shower in, upon me now

shower down, drench me here

with your light ,wash away

my every sense of fear

But never would you show your face

Always coddling behind those swathing silks,

And never would you speak your name

Only ever speaking through the eyes alone

In which, I’ve finally found a place my own

Therein finding what’s been missing,

That elusive feeling when one wanders stray

That craving urge, the daydreams that steal away

Never fully realized, never truly honed

Until one returns, forever,

to that loving sense of home.

Shared with the great poets over at D'Verse.  OLN is in full effect, stop on by for the best poetry on the internet.  While you're there, share a poem of your own.  We'd all love to read it.  

Moiety (Dark)

Erstwhile patrons of the disavowed
I'm sorry for the actions
these hands caused.
       are the final words my poor mother will ever hear me speak.

Shackled, in chains, paraded about the streets, naked and in shame…

       are the last sights my poor mother will have ever cast upon me…

INSIDE THE VOID….A REALM FOR THE WORST OF THE WORST
Current Population: 1

Darkness: My dearest nemesis, I know a part of you still feels what I
                feel, breathes the air I do, see the stars as they appear this
                side of the universe…you were not the one he Exiled, into
                this imbroglio of circumstance.  No, you are living the life
                that I should have been sharing, with you, side by side,
                ruling as brothers should…it was not my fault…but my words
                were never eloquent enough and as I had often suspected,
                even from the most incipient of days, you proved to
                me..there, on that final day, you never trusted me, not in
                the slightest..
             
                No…you are not here, in this place, where the texture is
                imbued with the hate and anger of knowing this is all there
                shall ever be…unjustly accused of that which I did not  
                conceive…YES, YES I DID SOME THINGS, some very bad
                things…but as for my charges…well…those things I most
                certainly did not do...

                and so I am here, in this void, securely imprisoned, with no
               hope of possible escape or vindication…no chance to prove my
               innocence…to see your face, father's too…when you hear the
               news…when you hear the truth…and I shall savor the
               apologies…I shall enjoy them very much…yet, accept them I
               shall…for despite this all…we are family…we still are kin…

               but, no, I am here, in this lonely, lonely land..where all I
               can see, is a muted and selective vision of reality…an ever
               existing imbrication…where my unhappiness and hostility
              "grace' me in haunting fashion, while the the "pleasures" of
               bearing witness to every comely vision they all see in you,
               overlaps me in dreadful patterns of regularity.

While I must ever brood, of possibility, of  for the day I see your faces again, and what these hands shall do then...

ENTER THE HARBINGER

H: Hey, sad sack…
D: Who else is here?
    For surely, you are not an imbecile
H: Nope, you got me
D: and sarcasm too... are you mocking me?
     as those in violation of such offenses, soon find
     just how ephemeral their lives can be
H: look, dude, I'm just passing through and I could give
     two plumes of a cuckoo about you, but I heard something
    you might find interesting….
D: What is this something that you speak of
H: Well, if you let me finish a thought, I'd tell you…
     I was over by the lake house, and saw your twin…
D: Not my twin, my moiety... we are one in the same, equals..
     separated that's all…He's my light, and I'm, well, I'm his
     penumbra, together we are one,united…a complete set…
     a panoply…yes, that is what father always called our unique
     gift….brother always would say it's what made us who we are…
     what made us special….me on the other hand….I saw it as the
     worst possible character flaw
H:  …anyhow, he said he'll be wed next week, on the fourth...
D: Wed, as in… marriage?
H: ...to Felicity, and that's when I
     remembered…
D: She is MINE…
H: you two were quite the item…I remember that love affair well...
D: It was not a mere dalliance, as you so crudely put it…it was much      
    more than that…it was everything...
    ...how has this come to be, tell me now...
H: Don't know, don't care…just thought you should know
D: And why…why would you come here to me…with this news...
     what motives do you conceal...in fact, how did you slip
     pass the brutes at the gates…
H: Hey, can't a guy throw another dude a bone, after all, seems like
     you could use one, being all by yourself and all…probably don't
     get many visitors...
D: Don't you pity me…not from a message boy…

Darkness rose from his throne of animosity, inured by this recent bestowal of information, bone sword firmly in hand, blood-tinged beads of sweat anointing his charcoaled skin….

H:  Dude, chill, don't work yourself…

Then, just there, Darkness thought of quite the clever ploy.  He was always an excellent miscreant, the epitome of what furtive schemers strived to become, ever the surreptitious child this one was…

D: No, you are correct, absolutely right…it matters not
H: Sounds like it mattered some…

With anger boiling beneath the flesh, Darkness was doing all he could to remain in this fragile state of composition…the slightest provocation could be his moment of undoing…the forbearance was gnawing fierce...

D: no, again, you are correct, of course she meant something…she still
  means something…but I am here, and I can not blame her for falling
  for him…after all, she most certainly sees me every time she looks at
  him, every touch, every embrace…

H: Ok, I get it, but I couldn't tell ya, as per the wings, not a shrink…

D: But…could you wait but a moment longer…I...
             Darkness quickly scurries into a room behind his throne

H: no prob…

Darkness returns, holding a talisman of ever-shifting shades of hue

D: Could you deliver this…heirloom…to my dearest brother…as a token
     of the joy I feel for this union to be….a pre-pre- wedding gift if you            
     would…
H: Now you're talking my language bro…delivering stuff, that's my
    thing…

Darkness hands the talisman to the winged courier…and off he went,
fluttering up and out from sight…

D: I pray my dear, dear brother accept this small gesture…

FADE TO LIGHT


The bold-print words were taken from Shawna's prompt at her weekly feature, Monday Melting.  Head on over there and see what others have  spun with the words supplied and join in while you're there, it's creativity at it's finest…

As for this tale…part two will appear over at my other site and continue there…it all just kind of came to me perusing the list of words Shawna provided, so I'm not sure how long this tale will wind up being, or what direction it will take…but should be fun to work through, and I'll continue to incorporate as many words as I can from this weeks list, there are 100 of them to choose from...

Fond Memories of Outcasts and Entertainers

Smoke-clouds billow and

I’m left to remember when,

back as a boy, how

magical it would feel, standing

there, popcorn in hand, amongst

likeminded awestruck souls,

watching, without a blink

of blurred focus, as the

death defying men and

women, dressed in sequins and silk,

dance the strings, jump the

ledge, trust the swinging

friend, hanging there

on loops, way up the

tented sky—and there were

horses, lions, and people

who look similar to how I’ve

felt inside. 

There was so many more,

so many enchanting times, every

year, we’d go, as a family

to the greatest show—and

now, adulthood has slapped

me—the circus has since

left town, a while now, yet

it chose today to smoke today

it picked now, to ascend away—

and I remember how smiles

brought smiles and laughter caused

laughter—filling the gaps between

the gasps procured by fire eaters,

feats of strength and cannons—I remember

how it was then—but I also remember

how the clowns, painted as they were,

always made me feel a little bit sad

inside.   

Apocalypse Failed

honeycomb craters

unhindered by the

vacuous charm

footsteps—wagon-sized

circumference barren lots

molten display—

earth aflame

machismo died

in the face of wisdom

…and we cuddled close—

shivering silent, huddled still

above the dining wood,

plates filled, utensils primed

abdominals stifled

by sounds beyond

in what felt like lifetimes,

motion thawed locked bone

breakfast-long past cold,

devoured swift

deafness lingered minutes long

curiousity prompts opened eye

seeing a variety of ghosts

now walking the aftermath

nausea sickens the retraced path—

yet alive we stand; together still

Sticker-Shock

It's another Tuesday and another OLN over at D'Verse.  I missed last week and wasn't about to miss out again this week.  So, with that said, I decided to link up this rather long story-piece.  I'm not quite sure it's exactly where I want it to be, yet I also kind of like where it's at, if that makes any sense at all-lol.  So I figured I'd see what other poets thought about it and where better to do this than at and with all the talent poets over at D'Verse.  Stop on by, get your poetry fix fulfilled and while you're there, link up a poem of your own.  Cheers!

A sordid soliloquy

A softened stance

On bigotry

         Perplexing postulates of persona

Pestering…. festering…deadening the numbed AWAKE

They say, (who they are I don’t know), that sometimes, on certain occasions, perhaps (fill in as many other ambiguous/vague probability indicators as desired) you might just need a jolt to your system to get things working properly once again or at the very least, to regain a bit of the focus you may have lost, somewhere, someplace.

They say, yes, them again, that in rare cases, a complete overhaul is in order….

A diabolic dissertation

Spread out…so neatly…in such a chaotic way

A dedication to destruction

Arranged with proper pagination, citations referenced and cover sheet attached… {Glasses high, half-filled…CLINK…CLINK…CLINK…kiss the bride} but don't drink too much, otherwise it may not end as once surmised.

Circumlocution of character,

Connived by one’s own tarriance

***

A distant man walks down a familiarly unfamiliar street.  His sullen countenance cannot be undermined by trivial description, you know, the sort they write in ink or are spoken ever so slowly, by the fresh-pleated suits behind the anchor desk, to show they care, and to underline their illustration, of someone they never met before, nor, (not being sarcastic) really ever cared to do so. And they do this with a sympathetic tone (Actors)

I can't help feeling, aren't we all?

But even more over, I can't keep away the implication,

 that this person, one day, could be each us all.

*** 

I will not demean the intelligence of the reader.  You can paint your own picture of this man; depict his smell, the clothing on his back, the gait he wears just as well, the lines or lack-thereof…

*** 

He stops to talk with someone he thought he knew:

“How you doing?

A scared look frizzled down this girl’s face as she quickly scurried away, like some forest creature happily foraging the brush, when all of an instant, a bear or some other predatory beast haps the eye…

The man was confused at first, even brought down, if possible, that much more…but the girl he remembered couldn’t have possibly been this girl, after all it had been what, twenty, thirty years and she, here then, looked as she did back that first day, when they made acquaintance so many years before.

His preamble began again and he continued down this street that he remembered much differently than it now appeared.  He looked at his hands, almost constantly; as if he understood the somatic plundering that must have occurred during the time he spent, almost adamantly, ethologically removing himself, corporeally and psychically, from the land of the living.  

***

Emptied building fronts, where, as best he could recall, once stood the finest vendors of first rate linens and silken wares.  

This vast emptiness of landscape jutted much farther/further than he cared, or had the energy, to see/to ponder upon.  

 ***

Finally, to summate another many similar scenes, he arrived at where he intended.   But, as seemed to be the norm, nothing was as had been poeticized in mind. 

He sat on the landing of this unidentifiable remnant of what once was, and realized, he didn’t know, where to go, what to do, what to say and to whom…he just didn't know anything at all. 

It was here when a bus passed him by, spewing smoke and noxious odors.  He covered his face the best he could and recalled, almost jubilantly, “I guess some things haven't changed.”

 ***

As the night grew weary he arose from his landing stoop and meandered about the hollowed out shell of a once proud mecca of civilization, one which he didn't hold many memories for, but those he did, today, had tarnished before his very form. 

*** 

After hours of noticing signs, billboards, advertisements and the crowds outside the shelters, (begging, pleading, for something, for anything, for hope). 

It was here; it was in everything surrounding him then and there, that he then realized,

 that he had been

Sticker-shocked 

into 

submission

How high,

The price of life

Had climbed,

 since…

However long it had been.

 time exited stage right,

all this happened,

while he

was doing

 whatever the hell it was, that he was doing