Invisible

 

The mirror reflected everything but me

As I looked and perceived obscurity

'Twas the sensation felt that day

I sensed a regressive motion suddenly

then found awareness quite certainly

that revealed the direction travelled wearily

I felt empty like a shadow

wandering like a ghost I didn't know

I abandoned all that mattered

contained in vibrant dreams tattered

while nocturnal visions rived memory

revealing illusions that contradicted reality

and exposed the bleached bones of intellect

as years passed and time crept

I searched for something clearly not there

like unbiased recognition crystal clear

wrapped in a blanket of humility

my spirit withered in flaming glory

the mirror reflected nothing

my perception of reality truly lacking

Was I the wind I would be felt

Was I fragrant flowers I could be smelled

If I was the blazing sun

I would probably blind some

And if I was a hurricane I would be heard

and everyone's emotions would be stirred

If I was not so obscure

I'd be truly noticed for sure

But alas, I am invisible to all

No one sees me and nobody calls

 

The Blue Samurai.....revision #4

The Blue Samurai

Politicians have plans profound

speaking always with overflowing sound

leaving civil order and daily trials

to the blue Samurai

His sunglass shaded eyes

startles souls taken by surprise

he carries a flashy badge and blade

and sets limits on social charade

Raw power flows easily through him

as he guards laws and rulings

sometimes tainted with exceptions

as rebellion is today's bastion

Tomorrow, his blade will split moments

full of tension and torment

Social justice must endure in fear

that evil actions bring to bear

The code of civility and order

is neatly wrapped in velcroed armor

the hammer of authority pounds rebellious society

while the instrument of righteousness attains conformity

Residents should learn to fear

the blue Samurai ruling the town square

and law abiding villagers, for sure

should fear the blue warrior culture

Today I Died

 

The sun beamed through my open window

in golden shafts of bright yellow

with glorious dawn rising in pastels

I did not pause to drink this morning spell

with this untouched reality of the new day

was too busy to stay and play

I did not linger to say goodbye

quietly leaving on the sly

the morning air was sweet

but I did not notice while breathing deep

The sculptured stone of my workplace

In mind left no trace

and during the course of tedious hours

I only wished to someday retire

Yes, I had plans for tomorrow

concrete visions from my lips would flow

Of places around the world with bright nights
and treasures to behold in subdued light

I did not laugh and smiled just right

with emotions too transparent for human sight

I did not say, I love you today

and now the burning suns' stabbing ray

lights up the crimson pool slowing growing

around my broken body awash in suffering

I did not notice that truck blocking my way

I died today

Forgetfire

 

Memories carved in mind long ago

weigh heavily like rocks ever so

rocks that crush the spirit very well

with tales written but never read

manuscripts loosely bound

is where redemption of mind was found

together with 'Johny D ' dulling my senses

breathing night air orange blossom scented

while surf crashed on the deserted shores

embers of memories on the sand evermore

as pages of tales in faraway lands

tremble in my unsteady hands

they will never see the light of day

as glowing flames bring ashes to stay

and rise in smoke on this sweet night

purging mental horrors and frights

of actions taken and not forgotten

for an ideal ugly and rotten

as reality was distorted and accepted

and remains in mind bitterly tasted

on this night burned away forever

turned into bluish smoke and cinders

years of heavy burden carried daily

now released from memories' crushing way

gone in the flashy glow and extinguished at last

with a powerful stream of golden fluid cast 

Church Doors

The parish Church is locked and empty

but still projects an air of dignity

I touch the impressive wooden door

wanting to feel Heaven once more

A sudden breeze sends leaves flying

they sound like Angels whispering

announcing the buildings mortality

abandoned to salvagers' mercy

Not long ago souls were there satiated

beckoned by steeples and bells now dead

Salvation existed within those walls

decorated with statues of marble tall

Lives were consecrated and unions blessed

Baptisms full of Grace was the best

The body of Christ offered to all

Most Holy Eucharist it was called

and for those in mental distress

confession was available to quell their bawdiness

The sound of emptiness now beckons old hymns

that soothed souls in spiritual questionings

Our salvation now lives in hazy dreams

as Divinity has vanished it seems

and fervent desires for Paradise

are left to individual device
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