The Angry Wind

We're having a strong wind storm right now

 

The Angry Wind

 

When I listen to the whoosh of the wind it tells me

That maybe the gods are angry

That they're sending the spirits of the wind

To shake the trees

To send leaves and branches flying

If we're lucky, destruction of property will be minimal

 

When I listen to the whoosh of the wind, it tells me

That no matter how advanced we humans may become

We will still always be

At the mercy of nature.

 

~Aurora~

The Same Mistake Twice

The Same Mistake Twice

Twenty-five years passed

Since the time I saw you last

You sent me a letter

Saying you were in town

Wondering if you'd see me 'round

Hoping we could meet

I convinced myself that you'd changed

That you had gotten better

But like every other sweet word

It was all a lie

You said you'd ditched the booze and the coke

You said you no longer even smoked

You said you'd learned your lesson

About playing around with hearts

I thought you'd come clean 

But I discovered the truth

You weren't any better now

Than you'd been in my youth

You said you weren't tied down

You made me look like a clown

You took off your ring

In hopes of a fling

Turned out you'd married a stripper 

Your fourth wife, I hear

Glad I found out

Before I let you get near

Near my body, that is

But you still invaded my heart

Even when you'd gone from my sight

Thoughts of you tore me apart

I know that you're all wrong for me

You're all wrong for everybody

The women you meet are nothing but toys

Who fall for the sweet little wounded boy

Your wife is your mistress

You like to engage in group scenes

With her, pornography, booze, and cocaine

And anyone else foolish enough

To walk into your snare

I've learned my lesson

I'm never going back there

But the heart is an illogical thing

And sometimes it still conjures up

Dreams of you and me

And what I once thought could be

~Tempest Nightingale LeTrope~

The prompt asked us to use another poem for inspiration and continue on the theme.

I tend to do everything in a really roundabout and convoluted way, because:

My inspiration points were the tribute poem to Ronnie James Dio written by Spectra Ghostseeker, Ronnie's song Rainbow Eyes, Sheryl Crow's song My Favorite Mistake, and the fact that there's no expiration date on stupidity. Even at my age, a person can still put on blinders and convince themselves that something bad can be good.

 I woke up and called this mornin'
The tone of your voice was a warnin'
That you don't care for me anymore

I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's six a.m. and I'm alone

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

Well, your friends are sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game

Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I've got used to spendin'
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need for ever after
It's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holdin' on this way

Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong

Did you see me walkin' by
Did it ever make you cry
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

To Ronnie With Love

July 10, 1942 – May 16, 2010

He's been gone for many yesterdays

And though he was no longer young

We thought he'd be around for many years to come

But the last grain of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass

I always thought him to be perhaps a real-life elf

Did he board the white ship and sail away?

I think if he could choose to, he would want to stay

But he was wise enough to know you can't fight fate

He always put on quite a show

But he never acted like he was better than another

He treated those he met with the kindness of a brother

He was always kind and humble to everyone he met

Disease does not discriminate

Cancer stole away his breath

But even following his death

The works he created remain

He was a small and humble man

But he was larger than life

~Spectra~

This poem didn't really come out in the style of Ronnie James Dio, but is instead a tribute to him.

I was thinking of this song when I wrote it.

She's been gone since yesterday
Oh I didn't care
Never cared for yesterdays
Fancies in the air

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Love should be a simple blend
A whispering on the shore
No clever words you can't defend
They lead to never more

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Summer nights are colder now
They've taken down the fair
And all the lights have died somehow
Or were they ever there

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes

Snake N Bake

Snake N Bake

A woman encountered a snake

While in the process of making a cake

The bowl dropped with a clatter

Spilling all of the batter

Of which the snake did gladly partake

~Koni~

Love is Like

Love is Like

Love is like

A knife through the heart

A whispered lie

A dream that you wake from weeping

A tsunami

A hurricane 

A tornado

Love is like falling through space

Love is like a black hole

Love is a mystery

Love is always in the future

Love is something that happens to other people

Love is like an urban legend

Love is like the medication they put you on after an accident or an operation

Love is addiction

Love is withdrawal

Love is like being lost in a house of mirrors

Love is like loneliness

Only more so

~Koni~

Simply Adam

 

Simply Adam

 

A happy, chubby little fellow

The third of his parents’ children, their only son

He loved hugs and kisses and laughter

Maybe his family spoiled him a little because he was the baby

But he didn’t think he was better than anybody else

He was simply Adam

 

A good-natured kid, he was well-liked at school

Nobody gave him too much grief about being chubby

Because he had balls

Footballs, basketballs, baseballs

He was a good sport

He was simply Adam

 

As he approached puberty, he realized something disturbing

While a lot of his friends had started to notice girls

He thought of girls as nice enough

But oddly had no interest in being anything but friends with them

He didn’t want to kiss or hold their hands

It worried him, and he didn’t understand

He was still simply Adam on the outside

But he felt like there was part of himself that he now had to keep hidden

 

He was a faggot, a pervert, a queer

He wanted to be touched by a guy the way most guys want to be touched by a girl

When his friends looked at girlie magazines, he pretended that he was interested too

But the truth was, he had x-rated thoughts about young fellows

He was curious what it would be like to kiss a boy

Everyone else thought that he was still simply Adam

But he felt like a horrible monster

 

His middle sister, his best friend, noticed that something was going on

She asked him why he stayed in his room so often

He made excuses, but she saw through him

He finally confessed the truth to her through his tears

She told him that it didn’t make him bad, just different

“Everybody’s different in their own way,” she said

She was the only one who understood

But it helped him to become simply Adam again

 

In high school, he was a wrestling champion

He didn’t get aroused by groping other guys

Or roughly forcing them into compromising positions

But he certainly liked the awards he sometimes won for his performance

He also liked music and fashion and drinking beer with his friends

He felt like a phony sometimes because he couldn’t tell his friends the truth

But he didn’t want to stop being simply Adam to them

 

In college, he found others like himself, and he came out

For a while he overcompensated, partying too much

Drinking and cocaine and falling for the wrong guy

On the way, he found himself

Quit the drugs and the clubbing

Settled down and became

Simply Adam again

 

Today, he is a counselor

He is happily engaged to the right guy

He is a brother, a friend, a lover, a son, an uncle and great-uncle

He is okay with who he is

He is simply Adam

And he is glad of it at last

He hopes that one day no-one will feel ashamed of being gay

That they will be able to simply be themselves

~Adam~

 

I simply have to share this with you. It was part of the Write at the Merge prompt. It doesn't directly fit in with what I've written, but it will let you know a little more about me. I love stuff like this! It's crazy and it shouldn't work, but it does.

Also, the fiddle player is kinda hot! ;-)

Enjoy!

 

 

Butterflies are Messengers

Butterflies are Messengers

For they bring me

Memories of my childhood in New Mexico

Of our rundown house

Of blistering hot summer days

Of our huge half acre property

Of skinks and horned toads

Of bees both honey and bumble

Of fire ants

Of chickens 

Of my father

Gone three years at the end of this November

One by one his memories were stolen from him

In the years leading to his eventual demise

They flew away like butterflies in the sunlight

Leaving his mind in a fear-filled darkness

At his memorial service in May

The month he was born

A butterfly flew over his stone

Then off into the distance

I hope that at that moment he remembered

That his daughter always loved butterflies.

~Cie~