Sending Love

Your music lives on.

 

Gato Barbieri – Europa (Earth’s Cry Heaven’s Smile)

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gods cry

Beauty lies in a wooden box
Flowing hair rests on top of fuchsia silk
Gold bracelets adorn the wrists

Precious tears fall on white gardenias
The orchestra plays a melancholic song
Why every time does the rain fall?

gods cry –

Beautiful Soul

woman-2212358_960_720On a metal gurney the finality
Of suffering lies.
There is no more breath.
There is no more life—
In wide open eyes.
Oh the heaviness of her pain
On darkened days;
The wailing; the weeping,
And silent cries. 
Heaviness of sorrow 
Was plainly seen,
But society purposely 
Turned a blind eye.
Still she valiantly fought …
The uncaring and the mockers,
The image of her face
Will eternally haunt.
Left behind in her room
Is a coffer,
And inside it, a gold heart locket 
With the inscription:
“In My Heart Forever”
That was given to her by her mother.
A note was found beside it.
Who will help carry her?
This beautiful soul that graced 
The earth with her presence.
Her piercing hazel eyes,
And long hair, 
dark as Raven’s feathers.
As they look upon her,
Her adornment will be seared 
In their memories.
A fighter; a sufferer;
A carrier of heavy sorrow 
That weighed upon her —
Who among us can judge her?
In peace she will rest gently;
Perhaps she will enter the pearly gates,
Or walk the halls of Valhalla —
There is a peaceful stream
In many a dream, where the living
Have sworn to have seen her.

Her Epitaph:

“Remember me not
For forlorn and pain;
But in the morning dew,
And the rising of the sun,
Three times, lovingly
Whisper my name.”

Passionate Winter

Strands of hair and the scent of you linger –
I thought it was in the spring,
But we had found love in the winter.
Tears of my love for you fall on paper;
I beseeched the heavens to find the words
To write you a beautiful letter –

Another winter has come,
And there is no warmth to be found.
I cleave to the memories of you;
The scent of you infuses my blood
To the point of utter insanity.
I have become a madman for your love –

Take me; do as you will, for I am yours.
Passionate love come and take me above the clouds,
And let me kiss the starlight –
My love, let us lie together in lilac fields
and find intimacy never explored,
As you wear the colors of white and indigo –

If your love has been taken by another,
I will await you on the other side for an eternity.
You will be my flower that I will nurture and water –
Spring after spring, I will await your bloom;
I will call your name in my dreams,
And passionately sing to you under a wolf moon.

 

Winds of life toss violently. Ruminations entrap in purgatory.
There is no redeeming quality. There is no magical ending to the movie.
The credits have rolled, and the theater has been emptied, but I sit alone
With tears streaming in darkness.

Utterances are mumbled and incoherent to the naked ear. The dark parasite Feeds from anxiety and irrational fear; the gluttonous scene renders me an Unwilling host.

I am gaunt from consumption. Hollow and listless …

Hope is measured in terms of respirations. Time is non-existent in the
Torment of endless darkness; eyes turn dark like black ink in shallow water.

I can hear the wails of the woman in the black veil; her cries are torturous
As she pushes an empty stroller; the tattered train of her black dress
Dragging behind her; I dare not pray, lest my anger invokes utterances of sacrilege;

“God where the f—k are you?”

Cold Stillness

Leaves blow in frigid winds.
Illness incapacitates, 
Leading to listless state.
Long held tears are shed
In cold stillness.
Memories of past loves
Vaguely appear.
Silence is shattered
By sudden wailing.

The condensation of
Heavy and rapid
Winter breaths are clearly seen,
but forlorn is cloaked in
A black hoodie.
Wailing ceases,
And apparent calm transcends.
Warm blood spills on cold snow;
Stillness is frigid.

Forlorn

For long I have been forlorn
I was born in the cold December winter
My DNA is the agony of my mother
Her torment runs in my blood
They say it can be passed through the genes
My love for her is even stronger.