Troubles

You are now entering
free Derry where blood
spat the streets our
kindred deceased
another score to add
to the tally

Hand it back, give it back
We might forgive, but we'll never forget
The violent riots, the murderous ways
Or the hostile attacks

What scars remain on
the graves of pain, never
tamed those freedom
fighters famed, without a
voice the slaughtered choice

The south side of a fallow field
at end of a winter afternoon
as the day begins to yield
daylight's dearth will be here soon

Branches on the western trees
hardwoods bare of any leaf
shiver in the chilling breeze
the wan sun lending scant relief

In the distance turkeys flap
ascending to their nightly perch
where they will spend the night and nap
above a stream on river birch

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Be numb to me
get off your knee
cease from demeaning
my esteem for you
with your lucid hate

the hourglass leaks

coloured sand pours
rainbow streaked tears
where the rains bleached
this sunburnt heart
with the acid of your disdain

these wearied hands

no longer reach for yours
your reflection is marred
and the mirror put away
leave me to face east
inhale the pine scented breeze

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The shortest day of the year
Winter solstice cold icy air
Nibble at my skin
Dec. 21st two thousand ten

It’s cold in the south
Overseas in Europe, mammoth snowfalls
Hundreds of planes grounded
And thousands of people marooned

It’s wet in California
Heavy rains, flood lands
Take over sundry homes, folks wading waters
Cars congested, mired traffic

In the winter chaos
A lunar eclipse spectacular
Captured the minds of countless
Won’t chance again till Dec. 10th 2011

A low evening sun
glowing through a yellow sky
gilding snow patches

Ostracized from quietism
a renegade unafraid, traveling
back along the track that you
have laid.

Interfering as you thrall
not to loose a brawl
What fires would implode
your omniscient demeanor.

The complications of perceptions
my thoughts through your eyes
taking five to summarize.

The unforgiving inch loathing the
unending mile, bleeding lesions
the slow death of your reasons,
what understanding to implore.

.
cold
stares of venal lust
rejecting pleas
from the smiley gleeful

brutal
clubfisted songs bash
communions of the polite

hard
rocks of salty thought
tossed off soft, bouncy, heads

stomping
boots of dog kicks
sweep the feet from under
Giselle toed lightfoots

and yet, forgiving softness,
despite the unforgiving nature of
hard, cold stone,
survives

and thankfully,
thrives
on cushions of fluffy grace

The past helps to define me
as I adjust to the present grade,
my vision of the future's, dim
after watching my dreams all fade;

crowded by my dissappointments
as my lonely accomplishments, flutter in the breeze,
knowing these things to be true, is enough
to bring any man, down on his knees !

Surrounded, by everyone's else's opinion
and all alone, in that very regard;
there's enough dirt being thrown my way,
I should have a cornfield-sized, front yard.

The days are dark,
The nights are black,
From this doom,
I wont come back.

I am too tired,
To live another hour,
My life force is weak,
I have no power.

So I must go,
I can not dwell,
With you I leave,
My story to tell.

Please don't weep,
This is for the best,
I have to move on,
So I can rest.

So come to me,
And hold my hand,
Maybe some day,
You will understand.

I'm not a girlie girl
i don't wear pink dresses,
i didn't play with Barbie when i was a child.

I long for unconditional devotion,
but i haven't spent my life
in pusuit of the perfect white wedding.

The love i have to give is infiniite.
when passion hits , ill be a slave to fervor,
i'll be adoration's bitch.

But i will not surrender
to the dark side of my gender
I won't be a girlie girl.