Injuries become known, some new, some old fights,
Searching for a decision, forced now to always pretend,
I pass a broken fence which appears it doesn't need a mend,
A familiar sound in the distance streets cause a shadow to become a home,
Now choosing to remain lost in darkness, the best place I have known,
I walk apon shattered glass, but this my eyes fails to see,
The greatest part of me is missing, yet somehow I manage to be,
The trees are now beyond my memory, the strange injuries remain,
My wife left dying in the car; the fore doesn't burn me for I am the flame.
The child in me whispered .......
"were you ever like this ?
My son"s tantrums split my ears
my wife's accusing filled me with dread.
The child in me challenged .....
"Did you ever shout at your teachers" ?
The letter from my Son"s Principal
Filled my stomach with a hollow fear.
The child in me begged ............
"Be a man like your son for once"
faced my son and wife ,hands aloft .......
and said "New rules Fellas ".
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Caress the river,
Trace the bank,
Tread softly on the pebbled path -
Let it take hold,
And be a guide
To forest deep,
Where green and orange constantly do change;
Take heed before it opens fully,
And carries on to ocean, sea -
For there lies an empty cold blue plane,
And cheerful gurgle's lost,
In distance, and in time;
As deeper, darker temperments do rise from depths,
And sink from seething sky,
Swill 'pon themselves and air -
To consume, to swallow in the whole,
Like gaping maw of open chasm,
Obscured by the free....
Slowly I walked through the aisles until I reached two great wooden doors. Like mountains, they seemed anchored to the earth as I coaxed them to open. Cool spring air rushed at me, washing away the rose that had just covered my cheek