Poetry In Motion

Loving so sweetly yet causing so much pain,
arguing so loudly and hurting again,
caressing your skin and inhailing your smell,
a small peice of heaven while we revel in hell.

I love you so much with the words from my mouth,
yet i prickle with hate when you walk in the house,
i smile and adore you and shower you with praise,
while inside i resent the love lost in past days.

I wish i was with you while wishing you gone,
i want to be in your company while wanting you gone,
i dont know if i'd live without seeing your face,
but how will i survive while stuck in this place.

You stomp and you storm and my heart beats in fear,
it beats just the same even when youre not here,
i feel that i hate you while feeling i love,
when i look into your eyes i feel all the above.

'a love story true' was what we both promised,
all love that there was has since been demolished,
when youre not here i love you so deeply,
but when you are present i want rid of you quickly.

Im lying to you and im lying to me,
im lying about what i thought we would be,
im scared of the silence if you left me alone,
and im scared of the noise you make in our home.

The indecision of having you here,
the crippling shame of guilt and fear,
so i suffer alone im the last one to know,
that i wake up beside you and cant wait for you to go.

SamTheFirst
xx

Dedicated to Sumiko Moriyama Lee
who was greatly loved but in one
lapse of carelessness is passed away...

EMPTINESS COMES SO QUICKLY

emptiness comes so quickly
uninvited, it causes a rift
in the heart

a long desert empty
destitute, and devoid
of all things giving

heartache comes so quickly
uninvited, just idling away
precious hours

tears they come so quickly
they pour into the void saltiness
stinging the eyes of grief

vacant memories is all you
can be now,a collection of
memories we sadly miss

blank stresses the absence of something
something precious that
took up that space

no more the arm to embrace
no more the warmth of beating
heart and gentle gesture

rendered now beyond our midst
beyond where we cannot travel
cold cold space

how I long to fill the vacuum
once again of one so gentle
natured

guilt it comes so quickly
aching and gutting every nerve
deadening all the joyous senses

that no longer have a place
to abide and regret it fights
for a corner of tenancy

grief it comes so quickly
and nestles as a trio that
overwhelms the lamenting heart

If I could a thousand times
change that which has passed
then you would be here and not missed

If I could a thousand times
take your place then I could
easily live with that

but now have to live with
the empty arms, and empty heart
that you once filled

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009
Sumiko Moriyama Lee -
Born August 2008 - Passed away November 2009
from heat stroke - only one year old -
a unique sweetness who deserved better,
who brought joy into our otherwise mundane
lives, greatly loved by "Baby Boy" who may miss you
more than all the rest and hasnt quite figured
out what has changed or why your not here
anymore....you were our sweetheart our quiet joy

The Light

Cascading through the planate light effortlessly, logically without irresolute
unable to consider any rhyme, rational or reasonable purpose on I go
Somehow, this journey is not unusual, no such feeling of being bizarre
for the time is timeless and my excursion not unlike a familiar ritual I know.

Fear is not a consideration for this trip is one I make with much content
anxiety abounds as anticipation builds within my worldly soul
A smile makes its presence known and without regrets or past recollections
the transcendent, majestic light nears as I draw nearer to my goal

As on I go down I forget yet memories of past times past still fill my heart
and rapidly the thoughts of what has been dissipates easily, I know my fate
Aware now of the undulation in reverse a correction of the gallimaufry of my life
there is only the future of the past as I grow nearer to God's eternal pearly gate.

SIZE=6]Secretly......

singularly, secretly a moment of self is revealed
entrusted to the heart of another
negotiations of tender feelings

close-mouthed and reticent and yet escape the words
not before dared uttered, secluded and sheltered
emotions now find another hiding place

that finds their resting in the midst and mind of another
those thoughts that had long been kept from the knowledge
of, but the initiated within the privileged circle of friendship

that had always been entrusted to the imagination of the mind
locked away in the recesses as though key locked in a tiny secret drawer
where all cautious faithfully stored memories, longed for desires

now shared and entrusted with a new aliance that in hope might
bring to fruition the understanding of a lonely soul
that had wandered the catacoombs of the single heart

desperation or great affection? I wonder which caused the
the tiny secret drawer to be unlocked and shared from which
much dust has thickly covered the drawer for many years....


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

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