Buttons

 Zippers and bandaids buttons and fly’s
kisses and neck hugs and wet smiling eyes.
Oh’ where did the time go
my heart still lives there ~ you know.

I use to be ___ relied on
to see your every needs were met.
Oh’ how could I ever forget
when all your love, was all for me, all the time.

I use to be ___the fun one
who caused a laugh or two
safe haven for some silliness too
when all giggles and nursery rhymes were mine,

I use to be ___the strong one
the always steady safety net
the one to fight your every fret.
when you were scared of the shadows I’d set you free

I use to be ___ the sure one
you could always come running to
I’d be right there beside you.
when I was the one who planed~ your world to see.
where did she go___ the one I use to be .

Zippers and bandages buttons and fly’s
kisses and neck hugs and wet smiling eyes.
Oh’ where did the time go __
my heart still lives there ~ you know.

Yes, Angels Do have Wings.

YES, Angels do have wings
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I felt lost and not my own
although I had a loving home.
Something deep inside of me
felt caged and longing to be free.

I wandered off - most times alone
seeking something - some unknown.
Imagining the world brand new
the paradise I never knew.

A moment came, as often would
the thought occurred, as if it should,
That all I longed for, all I wished
was knowing life meant more than this.

I felt a bite .... ungrateful shame.
Like I had craved some selfish gain.
Then right that moment - from ahigh
A vision bright ..... and this reply.
~~~

"I've come thus forth ... please do not fear,
your loving Father sent me here.

Praise not, nor crave this form I hold,
search first His kingdom, in your soul.

Though mighty wings these are I wear
Your burdens heavy - that they bear.

And laden thus with all the chores
your conscience ever leaning t'wards

Yet from this moment forever on
your search for truth will burn upon

your mind though weary, searching deep
the core of justice that you seek.

This task is not for weak of mind
It is a gift from our Devin.

Your life though wove in darkest days
your love for truth will light your way"
~~~~~

YES, Angels do have wings
that lift them higher when they sing
That flutter when they chance to laugh
That spread out mighty, strong and fast
Whenever given Holy task.

Like a whisper on your cheek
A little breath of warmth down deep
That too quick glimpse just passing by
A shadow brushing cross the sky,
The guardians, watching you and I.

 © # 288. Mea.

 

 

The Dragon 

 

 

Like a hollowed shell

plucked by the gull

dropped from the sky

to ragged ridges of scattered selves.

Empty of form

these weakened limbs

of liquified gaunt

all seeping in neutral grains of sort.

 

A heart I did have,

A soul once was.

I inhaled a life

 skipping upon the breath of sunlight.

Of flesh was made

with blood once thrived

profound eruptions

bursting the elements of ever.
*
*

  What twisted fate

inherent though was

tangled my means

so entrapped my limbs from dancing.

Bowed my thoughts

engulfed my desires

peeled away hope

and chips relentless at my being.

 

Like Jobe of old

to bone I'm stripped

no skin untouched

by imprints premature dying.

The vessel worse

a torchered heap

while clamped teeth dig

in dungeon chains lost to weeping.

 

But where are the three

who would burden me?

argue their words

entwined with mine own lamentings?

Nothing but silence

though silence resounds

with frightening noise

as if ears are in evils keeping.

 

What have I done

What HAVE I done

deserving this unholy rapture?

Some part I played

creations sin

and leaves me this nothing thereafter.

But cold and clay

a crawling mass

till sky be bound

in air once more to another falling. 

 

Like a hollowed shell

plucked by the gull 

dropped from the sky

to ragged ridges of scattered selves.

Empty of form

these weakened limbs

a liquified gaunt

all seeping in neutral grains of sort. 

 

  ©.#158 Mea.

 

 



Lestat

Somewhere back in time there came a moment

Where everything that I could hope was gone

*In between the hour of joy & sorrow

The tolling of a clock stopped every song.

Somehow all my life became transparent

Everything I'd done or dreamed to do

*In between the wants & what's it good for

I became a duplicate of you. 

Something strange inside began to shapen

All that I had been became undone

*In between who cares & all that matters

I vowed my allegiance to just one.

Critical of what I saw before me

Embarrassed and ashamed of all behind

*In between the fact of it & fictions

Overweight with emptiness inside.

Loosing any trace of future promise

keeping tabs on fallen souls I'd won

*In between a life & not worth living

Paying homage to the dead and gone.

Careful- I befriend the tossed and lonely

Solitude is best for those our kind 

*In between the saved & I'll be damned for

Impaled by the endless pangs of time.

So my life is lost in translutations

Wear the mask that hides my bitter half

*In between the who I am & once was

Biding time to peel away my wrath

Feeding on despairs of past tomorrows

Enlightened by the cup of what's to come

*In between the flailings & the failures

I raise tainted fang to everyone. 

~~ 
Eu te asteapta, cu fiecare l-a batut de inima. 
Al dumneavoastra cu adevarat..Lestat
... 

 © #187 Mea.

 

The Ishavar

The Ishvar
~~~~~~~~

They feel him ~ in whispered black deeps
some form
wrought of fair taled fancies
and thieves of sleep.
Stripped of fear, thus honor, thus name
an extinct
their minds seek not its image
nor memories retain.

This species once so proud with gifting
centuries full
with vigored life in prowl
of earthly shiftings.
When mortals more something to be sought
and then
more to muse and think much less
to give a thought.

But Oh' how death and deadly was their kind
and Ishvar fell
Percieving not their numbers nor evils hold
on mortal minds.
Once, long before time was time- and law
He called
and the elements themselves gathered
in Ishvars awe.
no more.....no more.

Yet,_ awhile...
when bloodied moon and corpse filled tides

will come
And the Ishavar free of mortal seed will quit
this hide.

*Thus' hidden in foliage of long anticipates
bides time
for their clawed prints to once again
dot the landscape.

For now........he waits

   (©. 2009 Mea.)

Ritishmpire

 

In days of leisure long now past

twas once a nightly gather.

Of vagabonds with minstrel gifts

for dance and ale and laughter.

All but a few, this nightly crew

 frolicked from dusk till dawn.

Twas on such night two souls first met

Sir Bitter and Lady Forlorn.

 

One brief glance can change a course

One look can calm a storm.

As their eyes touched a fate was sealed

and Ritishmpire was born. 

 

Sir Bitter, quite the jester who

was renowned for performance and wit.

Laid guitar to rest, to ponder some riff

to bestow on the Lady Forlorn.

His pockets bare, just matchsticks there

perplexed with naught a gift.

  on striking sticks- a thought was lit

and Ritishmpire was born. 

 

***  A matchbook cover_ a cardboard cover

with the words.. "The British Empire".

He measured and bended and folded it over

in twices and threesomes and fours. 

Then he tucked in the seems

creating a ring

and grinning with satire fed.

Pleased with his jest, he looked at the crest

" Ritishmpire " it said.  ***

 

She turned to him, his heart went still

and born within his breast,

Some awe bit upon and he vowed her then on

the one he would love till death.

With eyes pooling his in liquid sleep

down on one knee he bent.

With kiss to her hand in earnest deep

" Ritishmpire " he said.

 

With laugh suppressed she asked his quest

and twas then she saw his means.

A rounded thing, to look a ring

no jewel would ever best.

"I have but lowly gift for you,

but with it- intent to wed."

Upon her finger it came to rest 

" Ritishmpire " it said.

 

She realized intentions can die

with time if nothing else.

She fought to ignore, she'd heard before

this childlike sentiment.

But willy all reasons she chose to accept

this emblem- though rudiment.

So off with their visions of fancies ahead~

" Ritishmpire " they said.

 

So soon these two became entwined

soon after bore a Son.

And in this mix you'd hope for bliss

but fate would have it none.

The paths they chose were in oppose

in all that they endeavored.

The dreams they sought were never more

then fleeting hopes of pleasure.

*And Ritishmpire was bled* 

So days were spent in slow descent
the more that time went on,
Miss Forlorn grew more bitter

Sir Bitter . . more forlorn.

No fault lay with the child sweet

they loved him fierce and stead.

I merely imply their love had died.

" Ritishmpire " it said.

 

One day she removed the tattered ring

and placed it safe to keep.

Within her jeweled box of things 

for sentimental peeks.

Unaware that fateful moment-

ah' that chosen deed.

Entombed what love along with it

in dark with it

alone with it.

Whispers weeping ~ reaching ~ leaping!

" Ritishmpire" it pled. 

 

Thus in darkness there it rests

together side by side.

The ring of jest and doom of quest

both locked in knotty pine.

This box beneath the earth now keeps 

till dust shall meet the sky.

 All the while neath the quagmire 

whispers.... Ritishmpire.
*
* 
 A matchbook cover_ a cardboard cover 
with the words..."The British Empire". 
He measured and bended and folded it over
in twices and threesomes and fours.
Then he tucked in the seems 
creating a ring
and grinning with satire fed.
Pleased with his jest, he looked at the crest
  " Ritishmpire " it said..    ***
   

  

 
{© #169 Mea.}
Dedicated to my son Justin

 

 



WHEN WILL WE TEACH OUR YOUNG ?

When are we going to teach our young
their purpose in life isn't found in one.
That the road to happiness doesn't start
finding Man or Woman to fill your heart.

When are we going to teach our young
a peacefull life can't be bought or won
That they wont find joy in a cash flow game,
chasing power or craving an empty fame.

When are we going to teach our young
That the world doesn't revolve around
their personnel wants,their hopes or dreams.
Compassion is worth more- than all of these.

And the Earth in all its glory
Has a sad historic story
If we learn from mistakes in our past
Why do we keep replaying the worst for last.
And the World is in a furry
In its mad euphoric hurry
We've shredded our morals, they're all but gone
leaving all our souls bare to every wrong
When Will We Teach our Young ?

 When are we going to teach our young
Darwins theory of mans evolution is wrong
That we're more than Intelligent design
We were all created by One GOD Devine.

When are we going to teach our young
Survival of the fittest is no G-Net code
But a name we use as an excuse for..
blameing need for lust in our human flaw.

When are we going to teach our young
The only true source of love is found
In the God they learn to deny or fear
And His Son in whom every life He bares.

And the Earth in all its glory
Has a sad pathetic story
If we've learned from mistakes in our past
Why are we reliving all the worst for last.
And the World is in a furry
in a mad nuclear hurry
Lies have tainted the truth so long..
Our souls are rippened for evils Throne
WHEN WILL WE TEACH OUR YOUNG ? 
 © 144# Mea. 

Regret

 



                                                         I, I, I, Come to this wake
                                                         murmurs and mumblings
                                                            sloshings to and fro
                                                           faint twines to moans
                                                            rising up from below
                                                            a muffled violin intro
.
                                                         I, I, I, Feel this mistake
                                                        thrashing and rumblings
                                                           thoughts half unfold
                                                        weightless buoyant arms
                                                          floating sponged foam
                                                          a sighing heavy drone
 .
                                                         I, I, I, Sense this quake
                                                         turmoils and bubblings
                                                         hot veins meeting cold
                                                          surging to the surface
                                                           heaving tides in roll~
                                                         leave stranded the soul. 



                                                               © 2011- Mea.



Leisure

Birds have no more

leisure time then I.

Bustling, hustling

freeways in the sky.

Before dawn awakens

hear their shrill.  

Hearts still beating 

rappid when their still. 

No rest for the weary 

winged to heed. 

 They carry on-

another nest to weave.

Peeping, weeping 

hungry mouths to feed. 

Frantic- hunting bugs 

and worms or seed. 

Flitter flutter  

all day long, 

still take time to 

sing a song. 

Birds have no more 

leisure time then I. 

# 106. Mea.





Brother foot steps



From the Ocean to the woodlands

how I ever hear your call

Those whispering soft murmurs

all the winter thru the fall.

Your sighs like shifting voices

they sway me to and fro 

Hands like feathered shadows 

they guide me where to go.

The Earth, her breath within me

Her winds my sail and song

Algonquin spirits keeping me

where I ( feel ) I belong.

It's here this soil you once stood

ancient days ago

It's here this ground I stand now

remembering all I've known. 

Of love and life you praised it all

this earth we pray and bleed on.

It's here that you once lived and died 

betrayed for our own freedom.

Mighty warriors of my past

who's truth became a fiction

The blood once shed upon this land

remains your benediction.

Oh' rocky land _Oh' Northern shores

nourish me my mother.

My heart, my soul,  New England is

I love her like no other!

 ©. #168 Mea.