Like Water and Air

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Like Water and Air

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My roots grow,

but I want to be water and just flow

on this winter-less place where in time

I can find my own way and alone

free to roam, free to take what is mine

and of all that I was leaving traces –

It’s so hard to break loose

once the roots taking hold

pulls me back close to home-

But I want to be air and just float

above mountain-less places

and forget there is a noose

getting ready to snap on my time

and steal dreams of being rootless,

like the water that flows unprepared

living moment to moment

while I blow far away like the air-

H.O


“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love

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It Rises

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It Rises

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I push but it rises

through the cracks left open in a haste

to forget how it taste.

And alive it won’t change

but regress to the time of my death

when again I must die

to survive-

And for now let it be

it is easier this way when I’m old

and I push but it rises

through the cracks in my soul-

H.O


“The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.”

― Bertolt Brecht

End

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End

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It does not matter

where I rest my bones

ashes over water

in old places left

with a taste of earth

and bound to return-

It does not matter

if a name on stones

to remember birth,

nothing left to hold

but the dusty ashes

lost amid the grasses

and persistent vines.

It does not matter

if I’m going to be

under tallest pines

nearest to the sea-

H.O


“Life is for the living.

Death is for the dead.

Let life be like music.

And death a note unsaid.”

― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

Underneath

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Underneath

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There is a skin beneath my skin

hid from light buried deep

inked with tears,

some regrets , then some fears

left a scar-

And sometimes I peel back for a look

blurry words mark the lines

where my soul dangles loose,

some regrets, then some fears

tie the noose-

 –

H.O


“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”

― Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game

Awaken

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Awaken

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What a strange look you gave me when I said the words

of finite wisdom, realizations tucked away quietly

to unwrap in stormy days and contemplate.

Death sounds somber when I share wishes silently

across a dark room while the wind howls and shakes

our most precious foundation of love and care.

And you forcefully smile caught unprepared

for such moments when reality taste bitter

and I rehash lost years and countless mistakes.

Strange to see the end of my journey so near

and you the only one that always mattered

the only thing I will never regret.

And all I could wish for too late I fear

the time has come to end my dreams

and through you live a life of wishes drawn

on broken pieces of discarded fate.

To contemplate such moment it seems

inconceivable as we are eternal in our minds

and forget our flesh has an expiration date

stamped at birth,  for death already binds

every heartbeat to the approaching dusk.

H.O


“To die, to sleep –

To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub,

For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Ruminations of a Cloudy Life

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Ruminations of a Cloudy Life

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A sweet-sour sense of quietly fading into a background

of shadows like stains left from spilled life,

not quite done but knowing it all ends in one act,

memorized lines learned along the way to enact

one more scene to satisfy my audience-

And how it flickers this fragile light

fueled by the essence of all that it’s found

in the beauty of miracles astounded

by the emotions I carry, such love and care

a reminder of what is to live despite

the twist and turns encountered in my travels.

Pause… take a deep breath and feel today

the curtain drawn back, the act unravels

into a silent story bound to disappear

as forgotten words and expressions decay

like leaves falling too late

into the wet coldness of my winters.

Pause… review the lines learned along the way,

listen to the subtle voice playing behind

the loudness of this reality,

the one that wants and dreams hinders

like the edge of a razor cutting away

brief moments of eternal wishes.

Pause… another deep breath,

I am here, flesh and bones aching

between my heartbeats of mortality

waiting for the curtain to drop one last time

on this act I so well created when death

becomes the last part to play.

Pause… pause… pause…

for eternity-

H.O


“The first thing fading is your beauty

the least trustworthy is your mind

down here on this earth

nothing’s of any worth

in the end

in the end”

― Fabian W. Williges, Far from perfect: songs & poems

Their Sins

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Their Sins

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I carry their sins deep inside my bones

and they turn and they burn

oh how they burn!

When I become unglued

they stick to my cells

and they say and it’s true

the sins of our fathers

will fall on their sons-

I carry their sins and a sickness of heart

and it breaks me apart

to my skin slowly rise

taking hold of my life

and they turn and they burn

oh how they burn!

H.O


“The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.”

― William Shakespeare