Posted in Architecture & Design, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Society, Travel, tagged abode, again, air, ajar, alien, all, ancient, ashame, away, back, bay, beg, being, bits, break, breath, bring, call, choice, cleanse, clear, cobwebs, companion, conquer, constant, contain, country, cover, crab, creak, dapple, days, distance, door, dust, embrace, endurance, faded, failure, familiar, fear, flaw, forgiveness, forms, ghost, grand, habitation, happiness, haunted, hermit, hero, hidden, home, hope, house, immortality, imperial, inconsistency, instead, keep, lapse, life, lifeless, lightness, living, lonely, long, lost, magnanimity, make, memento, memory, never, occupying, once, open, own, parade, past, patient, peel, photographs, pieces, pilgrim, poem, poetry, prison, rebuild, recapture, relevant, remaining, remains, room, sad, savor, seek, sequence, shadow, sheet, shell, show, silence, snapshot, solitary, sound, space, spirit, suffering, sunshine, swept, take, tension, torn, transform, visitor, wail, wait, walk, wall, we, welcome, white, window, years, yesterday on July 3, 2010|
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No hero’s welcome.
No grand parade.
Is waiting for the door left ajar.
Only its creaking sound
breaks the silence. And the breathing air
of some familiar spirits. I am once-
a familiar visitor in this house.
All that remains are lifeless forms
who have patiently waited here
Am I? Like a hermit crab
occupying this once solitary shell.
Called to embrace the shadows again.
Recapturing the lost and faded
photographs and memories
of the distant past. Forgive me.
For I came back not to rebuild
your imperiously alienating walls
I have suffered to endure. The magnanimity
of this abode, on which I failed
to contain the tension. Conquering
the many days and the years living
in the fear that haunted me. As I
have walked away to seek my own.
Yesterday will be torn into relevant bits
and pieces. As mementos and snapshots
I will keep them at bay. Never again would
memories imprison me into its walls
like ancient ghosts wailing, begging
to bring them back to their immortality.
I will clear away the cobwebs.
I will swept away the dust, making room
on these lonely spaces. I came back.
To cleanse this home of its sad sequences.
I will peel away the white sheets
that has covered the flaws, the lapses,
and the many inconsistencies in our lives-
we are ashamed to show. But instead,
we kept hidden for so long.
I will open the windows, taking in
the sunshine and the country air
and hope- as its constant companion.
Savoring the remaining days
choosing to be happy. A pilgrim
transforming this house into a habitation.
The dappled lightness of my being.
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Shadow Son
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, tagged alone, amble, amount, animal, anymore, become, begin, bitter, bone, bridge, chain, child, clothing, definition, disowned, distance, doors, down, dreams, exist, face, faceless, fatherless, fend, first, flesh, flight, free, gunpowder, hand, handprints, heartless, hide, himself, image, journey, knock, learn, left, life, lived, lock, mirror, molting, naked, nameless, newborn, old, own, paperbills, past, place, poem, poetry, redemption, reflection, refuse, representation, restrained, shadow, shattered, shimmer, silence, smell, someone, son, strangers, strip, sun, taste, touch, true, tyke, victim, water, way, welcome, wine, wings, words, world, years on July 31, 2013| Leave a Comment »
No amount of words can bridge
the distance of years in silence-
because the sun hides its face
like the way a tyke, fatherless
and left out into the world
to fend for himself. Alone.
Someone has to refuse
to become the victim anymore.
You knock some doors
and it is locked. You are not
welcome there. And a hand
is restrained to touch his own
shadow or an image reflected
a life mirrored in water.
Disowned molting who just
learned its first flight
and give ambled wings
to shattered dreams.
Of the smell of gunpowder.
The handprints on paperbills
and the bitter taste of wine.
None of which represents
your true bone stripped of flesh.
An animal with no redemption-
heartless and chained.
You will refuse to let the past
define you of who you will become.
And you begin the journey
to a place of faceless and nameless
strangers. You will exist
as though you just have lived
and strip down the shadow
as an old clothing. Naked and free
shimmering like a newborn child.
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