Generations

“No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them.”

Part 1

Cruel laughter rings
Around a five-year-old boy

Look at the little baby!
He carries a teddy bear!

And tears appear in the eyes
Of the young, confused boy

And the toy bear

Part 2

She was a lithesome seventeeen
Wanting to leave girlhood behind;
He was so handsome, quiet, forceful
He filled her soul, her heart, her mind

Giving herself to adult pleasure
Finding too late the price of lust;
Violence breaking out in ruin
Having a baby, broken trust

Young single mom setting up a nursery
Worn teddy bear for the baby’s bed;
The only gift that his father left him
So many things must stay
Unsaid

Part 3

His mother died when he was only six
He had no father that he’d ever known
He set off with his grandmother to live
Some other place, with everything unknown

His only friend, a tattered sewn-up toy
The house smelled funny, all his tears were spent;
He hugged his only friend up to face
Just trying to recall
His mother’s scent

(..)

Door 13

Door 13

I always thought
If I’d the key
I’d open Door 13

Behind which
Lies the secret
Of the man I might have been

It’s up there
Lying somewhere
In the corner of my mind

The door
To some reality
That I could never find

The thrill of heart
I wanted
Out beyond this dull routine

The golden key
To show me
How to get past
Door 13


(Inspired by this prompt.)

Hello There, Guy

If you but knew.

Hello there, guy
If you but knew
The things life had
In store for you

The joyful days –
Weddings and birth –
The grief of lives
Returned to earth

And while we know
These things occur
Exactly when
We can’t be sure

Nor will I tell you
Now, my friend;
Each moment has
A start and end

Which we must live within
Or miss
The beauty there
In all of this

So give the best
You have to give:
Hello there, guy
It’s time to live

(Prompted by this.)

if i could bring the moments back

if I could bring the moments back,
the pictures frozen there in time,
we would be laughing in the snow
that now falls only in my mind.

for you were lovelier than all
this cold and wintered heart has known;
and i can see, unfaltering,
the love and grace that lately shone

from out of your once smiling face.
enthusiasm pure and clear
in moments that i treasure now
that you have gone
and i’m still here


This is a prompted post.

I Have Seen My Fortune

No matter where I seek to see,
My fortune’s full of fire;
Led on by my concupiscence
And wandering desire

I’ll hurt the ones I love the best
With what might seem like games:
For I have seen my fortune clear
And it is naught
But flames


This is a prompted post.