Boomerang

Boomerang

We threw all of it away,
but it kept coming back
Every couple of months,
for the first year after year
Whenever you would call,
we’d meet at your wherever
Whenever you came to town,
we’d be together at my here

It seemed like we both knew
that we were meant to be
For two nights a week, at least
And on the long weekends, three

It was all about the physical,

or so we liked to believe
Yet, we would take each other’s heart
and wear it on our sleeve
Time, and then time again
a history of emotions would flow
Time after time, and time again
we would let each other go

It seemed like we both understood

far more was right than was wrong
Yet, we would choose to get going,
despite how well we got along

The occasional encounter, on a whim

The odd phone call, a reach out to touch
It was difficult, for us, to leave it all behind
because we held on to too much
Only ever so barely could I put you in my past
Returning far too often, for far too long
Time went by, and still I wondered
If we were really right, or really all that wrong

Our paths crossed less, our lives evolving

We’d exchange smiles, and that felt fine
I brought a date to your wedding,
but you came alone to mine

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You would still cross my married conscience
Compromised, for giving up without a fight
Oddly, I felt like I should apologize to her
but I knew, that would never make it right
Lost in my distraction, never in my temptation
Just a lingering null and a void in my mind
It would have been easy, then, if I had to choose
to where, and when, that I would rewind

Each of us have two teenage daughters
Other c
ommonalities, that we have both got
We still keep in touch through social media

You, happily married, and me, happily not

Stronger because of every life experience
Content, with who and where I am today
Time takes its liberties with my feelings

As it drifts further and further away
Jutting in and out with relative ease
A recent memory brings me back to you
A prom, a photograph, a time of our lives
I remember, and I smile, as I always do

The classic example of a lost love story,

where too late replaces not yet
The boomerang that never returns
Requited love, and reluctant regret

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Past

“So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light…
Just promise me we’ll be alright
But the ghosts that we knew made us black and all blue
But we’ll live a long life
And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view
And we’ll live a long life”
‘Ghosts That We Knew’
– Mumford & Sons


Past

I took a chance
and let you into my heart.
I let all of my feelings show.
Uprooted my life,
for me and you,
but little did I know.


I discovered your wounds,

written in your own words,
there, for anyone to see.
Cuts and bruises,
vital accumulation,
scars, that you never showed me.

The breadth of your struggles,
so much I didn’t know,
spread across my screen.
Instead of in my mind.
Instead of in my heart,
where they should have been.

I took your determination,
for never again,
as a personal affront.
Your learned defensive posture
as harsh belligerence,
 you just being you, being blunt.

Your fierce independence
was stubborn vulnerability.
Your frustration, was our fate.
The voice of your experience,
sad and specific,
finally heard, but far too late.

I would have tried harder
to let you speak to me,
to let your words get through.
I could have helped you 
confront your demons,
instead of confronting you.

 It became impossible
to live with you
when you wouldn’t let me in.
Hard for us
to start over,
with nowhere to begin.

Had I only known
 the slippery slope
  of dealing with your past.
Known that I would struggle
to wade through
the depths
and dangers of your doubt.

I still would have wanted you.
I still could have loved you.
I would have understood.
I could have pulled you out.


I chose the challenge,

and gave you my heart.
Let all of my feelings show.
Uprooted my life,
to be with you,
but little did I know.


If only I had known,
I could have earned your trust.
I would have opened up my mind.
Instead, I read of our demise,

   determined before we met,
 by those you left behind.

Takers, martyrs, bullies,
sad and hurtful people,
there on my screen.
Instead of in our talks.
Instead of in my thoughts,
where they should have been.

 Until I read it,
I never once heard you 

refer to your mother as
Mom.
In fact, I barely knew
where all of the hurt
and resentment
were from.

Never could I picture, you,
together with your ex.

Made no sense to me at all.
And, until I read the name,
  typed in bold hostility,
I had never heard of Paul.

Bitterness and bravado.
 Broken pieces of the past,
clenched inside your fist.
   Our time, our spirit,
spent fighting with your ghosts.
One more added to the list.

It’s tough to share
with someone
who barely gives.
Hard to live
with someone
who reluctantly lives.

Had I only known
the bleak history
of your emotional pain.
The depths to which
those before me
had sunk inside your mind.
I still would have wanted you.
I still could have loved you.
I would have understood.
I could have been more kind.

I gave you my heart.
Had I only known…

 

 

ALLEGIANCE

 

RUSH

Allegiance

Gathered here on a single mission
In the spirit of audio and visual bliss
An awesome display of sight and sound
A rhythmic reunion, none could miss

Allegiance in a sea of mass devotion
Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder as one
United in song through words of worth
Swaying in unison, from father to son


Senses tingle with warm anticipation
Dedication embodied in a progressive line
A growing buzz of impending fortune
The stage is set, a harmonious shrine

Final sound check a technicality
Test, test, testing my circumstance
A luminous flicker now seals our fate
A fraternal nudge, a knowing glance

Stirring up this all familiar fire
A splendid spark ignites the room
The truest kindred kinetics at work
Signals smoulder and meet their doom

Soaring strings rip through the night
Sending shock waves to the collective soul
Shattering atmosphere with jet fueled force
Ascending to new heights, their lofty goal


The holy triumvirate, a cohesive team
Unified as one, in purpose and name
Each an extension, one to the other
Perpetually placed at the top of their game

Fingers flying with a frantic ease
A blur of clarity at breakneck pace
Cleanly amplified in cool precision
Leading the way in this frenetic chase

There is no rest when you’re this wicked
Working triple duty in double time
Carrying the beat with hands and feet
Haunting each note, the bass sublime

So much discussion about the percussion
The genius, resplendent, in his comfort zone
Signature sound from the theatre round
Pure perfection, every limb to each his own


Their powers collide with brutal intensity
Crackling notes that scatter and fall
Always landing in their perennial place
Destined to reanimate when they get the call

From solo diversions to acoustic excursions
Mindful anthems, tried and tested and true
Seemly transitions by consummate musicians
Something so bold and something real new

Repeatedly cleansing our collective palate
A virtual feast of fancy for hungry ears
Delicious memories and food for thought
Life blood nutrition that spans our years

A three hour journey inside of ourselves 
Time gracefully flies until the end draws near
A brotherhood of man, we rise as one
The crescendo complete with the final cheer         
                           

Gathered here on a single mission
In the spirit of audio and visual bliss
An awesome display of sight and sound
A rhythmic reunion, none could miss

Allegiance in a sea of mass devotion
An enduring body of work, matched by few
United in song through words of worth
A Hall-of-Fame band that has earned its due.

                                 G.G.  Oct. 16/12

Reverie

My eyes are closed, but I see…
Drifting along in my reverie…

Mindful ventures in an airy mist  Ocean2
Across the ocean of this dream
To places that never were
and places that might have been.

To a land west of the Emerald Isle
and south to Poseidon’s door
Sparkling depths of Celtic lore
Enchantment on a sandy floor.
Transparent waters window this world
Reflective light on a country now gone
Exposing dreams we greet the dawn
of the beautiful land that was Tir-fa Thonn.

Far from the tumultuous Pandemonium
the burning core of Milton’s hell
But needing its fire to ignite a swell
and sear this mystic sunken spell.
Casting a flame on our Garden of Mirth
Surfacing a real and imagined past
A land of castles and forests vast
Living each future’s day as legend’s last.

My eyes are closed, but I see…

Mindful ventures fill this lonely expanse
Across the waters of this dream
To places that never were
and places that might have been.

To a land of light and happinessOcean
A paradise with a multitude of names
Where joyous hearts hold joyous games
and many heroes staked their claims.
The Blessed Isles in the western sea
An Elysium just east of eternal bliss
Where roses abound and lovers kiss
A paradise St. Brendan claimed as his.

The souls of the past gather here
to renew Tara’s kinsfolk lore
on the plains of Magh Mel, forever more
A dreamer’s land, near heaven’s door.
Where pleasures open the gates to Eden
and horses prance, strong and proud
While people dance and sing aloud
and a lyre note touches a cloud.

My eyes are closed, but I see…
Free to roam within my reverie.

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