Dreamwake

In memory of Doug Uselton; you are dearly missed and your life celebrated. RIP

Just the other day, I had seen you jubilant and proud

Just the other day, I heard your voice bellowing and loud

Just the other day, I didn’t think twice about what was to come

Just the other day, I thought to the sounds of the raining drum

I thought it was just yet another day bestowed

An eerie feeling of worry washes over me

A knowing feeling fills me and those around

But we shrug it off

And we tell ourselves otherwise

It is just another day

And another day is to come

But we are called in

Confused, we follow

Step by step towards our seats

Unaware of what was to come

Taking our seats still like any day

We quiet down and face towards the front

Then is when reality hits

We are told, we could no longer be in the shadows

Ignorance swiped to make way

For knowledge and acknowledgement

Silent gasps, teary stares, breathless sobs

Embraces around long and tight

Wishing to hug away the pain and injustice

It wasn’t meant to be this way

Crying and shaking, words barely audible

In person and in spirit

We comfort and need comfort

Awaking the next day hoping it was all a dream

But reality stays a truth

And in our dreamwake we need to realize

That each day is not just another day

Cherish your moments

Cherish your friends

Cherish your family

Cherish strangers

Because everything around you is beautiful

And you should not wait until it is too late to realize

And life goes on, but memory lasts longer

Legacy holds and love holds further

Do not despair and feel disheartened

Do not deny and feel distraught

Reasons though unseen or seemingly unjustifiable

Exist amongst us, despite existing unanswerably

Celebrate life that was and is

Forever and to eternity

Rusty Oil Rags

Wrestling and restless

Tossing and tumbling

Hands slip and loss of grip

Body come crumbling down

Head crashes flat and loud

Rendezvous with table corners

Jagged point stabbing pound

Instant assault and rebound

Rusty aromas paint the room

Metallic and gory

Splash and slash the skin

Scrape the skull

Shredding soft spots

Opening the floodgates

Bloody droplets mat the hairs

Follicles clinging tight and bound

Together in messes drying solid

Rags pressed on head

One new after yet another

Band-aids sticky and watered down

Would do naught but stick to the hair

And bring more tears and pain

A painful hurt that cannot be patched

So simply as an open first aid kit

Soaking up the liquid rust

Eating supernatural fluid rushes

These rusty oil rags tainted

These rusty oil rags dizzying

These rusty oil rags tear-inducing

These rusty oil rags tossed aside

These rusty oil rags hidden

These rusty oil rags secret

We cannot let it be found

We cannot let them know

We cannot let death win

We cannot let anger hunt

We cannot let fury attack

Instead these rusty oil rags must burn

Instead we light the evidence

Instead we inflame in turn

Instead we’re infernos in this instance

Instead these rusty oil rags will churn

Ink Bleeds

As my heart wrenches in pain

I write it all out, paper and ink

There is nothing left to do but gain

At a point where I just can’t sink

No more, no more

Tears dried up and gone

Long gone, a long time before

Waiting for a new dawn

Across the snowy white sheet

Single strokes hatch their way across

Flowing streams across paved streets

Into the frail, thin body, I emboss

All along the once clean slate

Ink cries and weeps from wells we once knew

Dancing out the figures our words cannot state

Ink bleeds, coloring everything we’ve been through

I write until I can write no longer

I draw until the ink bleeds dry

Empty, at a gravely end and danger

Tired and resigned, can no longer pry

Listen to the ink’s bloody tears

Dripping and soaked

Watch as it paints splattered smears

Burning and eyes cloaked

Allowing the music box too unwind

Twisting and turning again and again

Playing out emotions deaf and blind

Gushing the gore, of the ink, of the pen

Moonlit Stroll

Evening has fallen

And we’re just talkin’

On our moonlit stroll

Our hearts on patrol

Stopping to stare above

Surrounded in our love

Watching the white silver moon

Wondering what is to come soon

We’re at a perfect place to start

But we have to part

We’re under the endless sky

But it’s time to say goodbye

Stars laughing and bright

Such a wondrous sight

Almost as lovely as her eyes

When she looks up at the skies

Night whispering and sweet

Such a calming treat

Almost as lovely as his smile

Making each day worth while

We’re at a perfect place to start

But we have to part

We’re under the endless sky

But it’s time to say goodbye

Walking this moonlit path

From decades of aftermath

But each second new and novel

She still seems just like a model

Walking this moonlit path

From decades of aftermath

But each second novel and new

He still wins my heart right on cue

We’re at a perfect place to start

But we really have to part

We’re under the endless sky

But now it’s time to say goodbye

We’re under the endless sky

But now it’s time to say goodbye

We’re under the endless sky

But now it’s time; it’s time to say goodbye