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invisible
insignificant
impudent
ignorant…
Fading..
falling
failing
flailing
against the current..
clinging..
clawing
crying
to the darkness…
you win!
The light within
slowly dies,
not by the sword
but the word..
so many words-
cruel
careless
cold
callously bold.
beware!
This life
so fragile
fickle
fleeting…
ephemeral beauty
in hand
so quickly slips away…
as a child’s blown bubble,
lost on the winds
of desperation..
salvation
for the weary
bleary
teary eyed dreamer.
we seldom recognize magnificence until it is gone..
we are not forever in this dream,
nightmare
illusion
confusion
of the soul.
Will you say you know me
on the far side of eternity?
Will you even recognize my face
in that strange, exotic place
of forgotten sorrows?
I wonder….
I am the piece that
doesn’t fit
the square peg
in a sea of round
holes.
I shall not forget,
never regret
that we met-
once more.
copyright words and images CKP 2019
Every night I say a prayer….
There was a crooked man
who walked a crooked mile
to wag a crooked finger
at the moon’s crooked smile.
“Don’t laugh at me,”
he warned,
dejected and forlorn,
feeling quite abused,
angry and confused.
“So you’ve come to
me at last,
like a ghost from
out the past.
Is it recompense you seek,
if so why don’t you speak?”
(her crooked smile did not waver)
The crooked little man
took a crooked step
along the crooked walk,
he took a ragged breath
and then began to talk.
“You made me what I am,
you wicked, lusty dame.
Wandering this lonely path
until my legs are lame.
For what you promised,
yes you know
beneath that sultry
silver glow,
that love was true and
free for taking.
Thus I have spent a lifetime
making
love, and hope
and wicked ties
only to find it
all was lies.
I believed but
was deceived
you careless liar,
fueling fire
to burn men’s souls.”
Her majesty just grinned,
“My dear tho you have sinned,
’twas through no fault of mine,
nor the starlit night divine.
Each gem that fell into your hands
was swallowed by the shifting sands
of your deceit,
pressed into dust
from hungry lust
and blown away
at end of play.
Angels all, and at your call
You bruised and used and left them all!”
The crooked little man
dropped his head into his hands
and weeping bitter tears,
bemoaned the wasted years;
but she who knows not guilt or shame
felt no remorse for placing blame
upon the head
of he who shed
the tears that bled
his soul away.
(her crooked smile was wistful)
“Go back into the mists
and shake your crooked fists
at he who lives within the glass
and looks at you from out the past.
As dust to dust
return you must,
and thus reborn
you shall be sworn
to retribution,
love’s solution
lies in the hands of
he who understands
the turning of the tides
and that no one can hide
from she who holds the key
to bright eternity!
Cheryl KP 2018
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