Whirlpool

The cries of someone wantingtheir lover to come back home,and the sound of anguished voicesfrom a battlefield far away.In the silence of a reverie,I hear a baby cry for its father.A father who marched to dutyto fight a far off warand whom will never seeanother spring again.In the silence of a reverie,I hear the muted…

“Has anyone seen the Graveyard Special?I hope I haven’t missed itor they won’t let me out next year.”I shook my head and said. “Sorry, no.”The stranger turned to me.He wore a tuxedo, bow tie and patent polished shoes.He looked like a dancerand an odd smell rose around himthat of rotting decay.“Been a nice night, hasn’t…

Never turn your backon someone’s cry for help.Someday you maybein the same predicamentand it would be comforting to know,that around the cornerthere is someone who cares.Someone to give you a handwhen you need it the most.So never turn the light outon someone in distress.6 April 2009

and immediately there is an attraction,not a physical one,but something much deeper.As time passes, friendship ensuesand the person teaches you thingsthat you will never forget.They help you through the awkward yearsfrom teenager to adulthood.You mature beyond your yearswithout losing your individuality.I know this is true as it happened to me.There was no song and dance,just…

with its pits of painwhere the dead and dying lay.In the no man’s landthat separates friend from foe.Hear the mournful soundsof weeping fleshentangled within the baptism of death.Across the battlefieldwhere there are fleeting ghostsof those who fell on another day.One day the guns may fall silentand flowers will once again dancewith an evening breeze.Instead of…

I have travelled down before.Seeing the faces againlocked away in my memory store.Today has been a dayfor rolling back times gone by,remembering with some sadnessthe tears on occasionsthat leaked from my eyes.Today has been a dayfor rolling back the past timesand the mistakes I madeand of the chances I hadbut that were never taken.Today has…