Of Triumph and Tragedy
I just had a horrible dream this morning.
In this dream, most of my loved ones had died of some sort of disease, and there was nothing I could do to save them.
Their they lay on the tables lifeless at the hospital; there was nothing I could do.
And so this poem represents the tragedy I feel.
Of Triumph and Tragedy
Amid one autumn morning I awoke
full of anguish and tragedy.
As I lied awake there pondering, I screamed.
Death.
Death to my many loved ones tore my heart asunder.
I do not understand.
I do not understand.
When you live and love, life is wonderful.
When you cry and morn, life is tragic.
When you die,
when you die
when you die
Lying there in the acid sun unable to awake
Lying there in the heated sun unable to abate
Smelling there in the toasted ashes of life’s long past
Time rushing down a cosmic drain and always too fast
I cry in the middle of the night
not knowing why, to see the dream, longing for a dry eye
splashing about in the lake of fear, the river of sorrows
the oceans, the eddys, the last long lost hope of your more fantastic realities
to churn, to broach, to reach, to hold, to scream, to place, too calm
The Human Race
My children, I know you, my sorrows so profound
I did laugh with you the cheers all around
And now you lie there lifess and cold
And all the dreams of the future have become old
I did sit in this place, a fold of space-time called “reality”
wondering what life will be
wondering at the beckoning calls
emanating from the long lost cold sea
My children, I call to you, come home
The cold, lifeless bones of your once-tendered realities
My children I call to you, come home
Be with me so that I am never alone.
