My Breakfast With Emily

My Breakfast With Emily.

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NEVER BRIDGING THE LINK

NEVER BRIDGING THE LINK

Often my thoughts drift away,

-To quietly dream of another day.

Full of people, short and tall

-Separated by halls and walls.

They all wish, they all dream

Perhaps, over tea while watching the steam.

All keeping secrets never to be told,

-Guarding them with a hold that’s bold.

With ease and grace, they gracefully drink.

-Speaking riddles -never bridging the link.

Their hearts never warming up within,

I’m afraid the bridge will never mend!

Silently Strumming Surreality’s Cord

Sightless eyes perceive the world

-As no other eye can see.

Even in blindness, one may see

-The sludge of society’s tea.

The steam perpetuates

A numbing pain

That can shut a door.

It’s a wrenching pain

That silently strums

-Upon surreality’s cord.

No matter the rhyme or reason,

The emotion is all too real.

We’ll find at times

We’re all alone and

On our own must deal.

Often, it’s pain and grief

That spawns both greed and hate.

We as humanity

Must learn to forgive

-Before it’s too late.

Simplistic,

Man may offer

The world

-A single glimmer of hope.

It’s but through love and tolerance,

We may rebuild a better life’s rope.

WE SHALL LEAVE A MARKER

WE SHALL LEAVE A MARKER

Alas, the time grows darker.

And we shall leave a marker.

A story of our life long past,

In our children we have cast.

Our way of life is breed within.

And we have been taught to defend.

All we have learned and understand,

Is inherited and left for man.

In hopes that we, together alone,

-Can make a change of greater tone.

For our children’s lives need hope,

To rebuild a stronger life’s rope.

…AND I HEAR YOUR VOICE

…AND I HEAR YOUR VOICE

My heart aches with tearful memories of you.

Your loving ways were all I ever knew.

The day you left me, forever alone,

I was far too young to have ever known.

The world embraced such cruel and harsh ways.

And I’d find myself vulnerable one day.

The small woman-child, you knew me to be,

The one who use to bounce upon your knee,

Has learned overtime to grow within,

And for myself, I’ve learned to defend.

There’re times at night when I hear your voice.

I lie and sleep on a pillow that’s moist.

Tears of despair, I remember your face.

Knowing that I shall forever hold you,

-Within my heart’s -special and secret place.

THE CHANGING TIDES

THE CHANGING TIDES

 

When the blanket of night slowly descends,

The grain of our lives inadvertently bends.

During this hour of raw stripped emotions,

We’re able to shun our inhibitions.

 

For as the tide goes out claiming its prize,

He must not forget that he too has ties.

It’s this link of love and hatred that bonds,

That leaves us unsatisfied as we long.

 

Dreaming we all live; longing we all die,

Waiting for answers never knowing why,

It has been this way since the dawn of time,

Since man began his laborious climb.

MEMORIES

MEMORIES

 

What memories of love could the great oak tell?

-if only she would willingly speak.

Would she tell of two lover’s passion?

-that led their hearts to greater highest.

Or, would she speak of the small children?

-whose friendship kindled an everlasting love.

 

Within her trunk, under the bark,

-One would find her life’s vain.

It stems out in all directions.

-Recording histories of love.

For every leaf the great oak grows,

Is proof a friendship has blossomed.

 

So, when you sit under her protective arms,

-Hand-in-hand with your friend or lover.

The love you show to one another,

Is that which makes a love grow stronger.

I implore, remember the great oak,

-she too needs your love and respect to flourish.

 

She’ll always be your loving friend…

-And listen to your heavy heart.

She will never sever the ties…

-That willfully makes friendship strong.

She is a wondrous creation…

-That deserves to stand proud and tall!