daddo1017 Poetry (17)

Tears of crimson
The eyes no longer glow
The countenance now fallen
The back a bended bough.

A fate worse than death
Under the rod of oppression
In the Iron claws of the Eagle
Our freedom suppressed

Stripped of my liberties
Til nothing was left
Forced to serve Mammon
A fate worse than death.

I cried to God for justice
I begged Him for reprieve
Release me from this prison cell
Allow my soul to leave.

When I was a young boy,maybe 8 or 10 years old
my father would take me and my siblings to Smithpoint beach
to go swimming in the ocean. Sometimes he would get us up
early during the week and take us brfore school . It was a very
large beach and people from all over New York and the neighboring
states would come to brave the large waves that would crash into the shore.

While we drove the 45 minutes in my fathers station wagon
the radio would be playing the popular songs of that time.. I always
sang along to those songs even if I was too young to understand what
some of them were about , such as love and war etc. I Remember those
times as if they were yesterday. Those were the happiest days of my
life, other than when my own children came into the world. Whenever I hear
one of those songs , yes every once in a while you might hear one , but
when I do , it evokes such strong feelings of wanting to go back in time ,
back...to the time .....back to one particular day.

One particular summers day my dad took me and my
brother and two sisters , all older than me,to the beach. It was a
bright sunny July afternoon. The slight breeze with the warm rays
of the Sun gave me a feeling...well ...of "good vibrations" as the saying
goes. I swam for a short time close to shore. With such huge waves and
a strong current which they call an "untertow" I could not go out as
far as my siblings.

As I stood there on the shore with the breaking waves
rolling in and just reaching up and cooling off my feet I heard the voice
of a little girl from behind me call out....."Hey you wanna help me build
this sand castle?". I turned around and saw the little girl with the curly
black hair and big brown eyes sitting behind me scooping up sand with
her hands and trying to make it into a castle. "My name is Annie". Whats
yours she asked ? "Im Timmy. My brother and sisters are in the surf and
my blanket is right over there", I said.

From that point on we were inseperable. We played in
the sand , we ran in the surf , we collected shells and everytime she said
my name I felt so proud.. I was at the age where normally girls are
considered yucky and taboo. I had my first crush on a girl that was to
make a lasting impact on me for the rest of my life....silly isnt it ? Or is it ?
Two innocents , Two pure hearts , Two undefiled , unjaded by a world of
greed and jealousy. Nothing about this is mine and this is yours , No
self centerdness,no selfishness , No ," what do I get out of all this ?"

Just two....Just two....
like one .

I need to drink the water from a deeper well.

My spirit is hungry these days and I am restless.

Its time to open up the book of memories wherein are written the
chronicles of our souls and remember from whence I came.

I will ask my Angel to read it me until the waters of rememberance
flood the dusty earth of my dry and cracked heart.

I shall drown in tears of joy and remember my sorrows no more when I
see His holiness in the garden of pomegranates.

When I am refreshed by the beauty of the latter rains,
I shall truly be revived. Selah.

There's a a place that I know
Outside of town
Theres a place that I go
Outside of town.
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ol' road
Under shade of tall trees
I drive real slow
To catch the cool breeze
And begin to unload
The cares of the day
Cuz I know that soon
Not far up the road
Is the pretty little place
That I call my home
There's a place that I know
Outside of town
There's a place that I go
Outside of town
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ole road
My sweetheart's a waitin
At the top of the hill
At the pretty little place
That I call my home
When I see her blue eyes
My heart goes to meltin
As I hold her and kiss her
And tell her I love her
She asks how my day went
I say alright I guess
But when I'm at home
Its always the best
Cuz there's a place that I know
Outside of town
There's a place that I go
Outside of town
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ole road
Is a pretty little place
That I call my home

When I was child I would stay with my grandparents on my mothers side of the family.
My grandmother was Lithuanian and my grandfather was Sicilian.
My Grandpa always had a vegetable garden and in that garden he grew
big red sugar beets. I hated those beets. Whenever they served those beets with dinner
I refused to eat them. I was not allowed to leave the table until I ate those beets. I would cry and make a big fuss and would not eat
those beets which to me tasted like pickled dirt . Sometimes I would sit at the table for hours but I refused to the beets.
My granpa would say to me in his Sicilian accent "You eata da beetsa or you getta no Pizza.
I would laugh but I still would not "eata da beetsa".
Years later after my granmother passed away I went to live with my Grandpa. The garden was all but gone
and I didnt have to eat anymore beets. I lived with my "poppy" for ten years. Eventually I got married
and moved away . Poppy lived till he was 94. I miss him so much now and if I had another chance
I would "eata the beetsa" just for him...... He was my hero.

If love is black and white why am I red all over
I dont want to fight
I just want to run for cover
But if you push me again
Im telling you now
That its the end , Its the end of your four leaf clover

Of this one true love
Two hearts that beat as one
Without a doubt
Three strikes your out
Dont wanna hear it anymore
Its the end,Its the end of your four leaf clover

Lucky in the world
Everything that you do
Seems to turn to gold for you
But you cant sell a heart thats black
What we had aint coming back
Cause its the end, Its the end of your four leaf clover

Love is black and white
There aint no shades of grey
I turn my back to the wind
Sorry things turned out this way
Now Im facing the Sun
Cause its over, gonna find me a four leaf clover.

In my heart there is a fire
Verily, In my soul a light
In my mind I keep you ever
For you my strength and might.

I stood at the edge of the Abyss
As deeper I looked
Ever darker it was
Cold is the night of your absence.

I walked where angels fear to tread
Nary I escaped the maddening grip
Of the knowledge of good and evil
I called out your name but sadly no reply.

I wandered through desert wildrness
I could take no pleasure for thought of you
A vast ocean between us
I am shipwrecked for your love.

I lay on my bed of sorrow
The fire ever burning,
The fever in my bones
I will search again tomorrow.

But I woke this night
To the sound of my name
I oped my eyes ...no one was there
Sadly this must be a dream.

Then I heard my name once more
And felt a touch of warmth
Brush across my face confused
.....Tis" I be not afraid.

A ship sails through astral bays
The Erne soars over misty waves
A silver plate after a golden bowl
A seamless curtain without a fold.

The wick of life flickers speedily
As the waxen heart grows cold
Pane of the soul thrown open
By the angel of the Northeast

A ship full of worthless treasure
Sinks to the depths of unknown fathoms
The memory of a Captain trapped in his quarters
Forever in the tombs of Davy Jones locker......

While my Darling scans the horizon for Edens twilight
The scent of my twin soul in the whisper of the wind
Take me to the shore where my lover abides
A Golden Dawn alights from an emerald sea.....

As the turtle-dove flies through the window of Heaven
There lies the silouhette of my beautiful swan.
The cry of the Bean Sidhe and pay it no mind
For at last I have found you , you were there all the time.

Out of nothing
Came the darkness and the light
The Sun by day and the moon by night.

Out of nothing
Came the stars of the sky
'by His word and Knows each one by name.

Out of nothing
He called the things that were not
'As though they were and so they are.

"There is no such thing as nothing
for even nothing is something"

I found myself walking along
On an old cobble-stone lane
Running side by side the Atlantic
Of an ancient Eriu' seaside town

I knew I was to meet him here
That dear soul once bound with mine
He visits me inside my dreams
From the place where theres no space or time.

The sun shone warmly upon my face
The wind brought me gently to the place
Of an old stone bridge with a sittng bench
A stream below rolled down into the sea.

There he was bent over the wall
And staring at the stream below
He jumped o'er the wall and down the bank
I followed as much in wonder

The water foul and of sulphur smell
Kneeling down he began to drink
Do not do so, good soul said I
If you drink that you will die.

He gazed at me with piercing eyes
A painful sorrow across his face
Rising up he climbed the bank
He was now to leave this place

We walked along in silence
Me wondered with time to think
What water have I been drinking
Thats made my soul to stink.

Seems like only yesterday,
We were like brothers.
You were bigger than me,
Always watching out for me,
Protecting me from the others.

Meeting you here seems so real,
Im sorry that its the only way.
I fold my hands and close my eyes,
Oh my friend can this be true?

Lets go watch the sun come up,
Then ride in a shopping cart through town.
Lets go to the lake and catch some fish.
I'll ask mom if i can stay at your house tonight.

I dont want this time to end,
It just seems so real.
I wish that I could stay asleep
It may be years before we're here again.

If only I could have reached you.
if only I could have understood.
How important you were to me.
Then we wouldnt have to meet this way.

When they told me that they found you .
Im glad I did not go.
To see your life wasted on the ground,
You were my Hero,my friend I can never,
Ever let go.I have to go now.I have to wake up.
This has got to be real....Good bye old friend .....
Man I dont want to go to work today....
Any day but today.

I have seen purple vibes of a living soul
I have heard the waves of azure blue
I have tasted Erato's sweet delight
I have found her bouquet in the fields of night
I have swam in the ink of a timeless sky
I have flown through Gaia's earthen womb

Without form and wholly void
Emptiness and loneliness walk side by side
Ever connected through the sands of time
Running parallel , the Adept finds
Intersecting points of light
Woven in the Spiral Architects' mind