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BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

 

 

Another poetic duet with the wonderful Ms. Hasty Words.

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Branches, dry and brittle, snap beneath my feet
Stained circles of torched grass litter the ground
And the sun…
Well…
It strains to find purchase inside this compound

Oh it’s no paradise, perhaps more like paradise lost
But understand, my being here ain’t what it seems
I packed my bags…
Closed my eyes…
And took a walk on that Boulevard of Broken Dreams

By night the streets are filled with piercing screams
Fading by day into the crumbling brick of alley walls
And the echoes…
They linger…
As do the voices that laugh and jeer you when you fall

And their piercing eyes watch through windows tall
With such malevolence causing my soul to shiver
I move on…
Undeterred…
As a lone wave in the current of an endless river

This morning I walk alone through all the left over debris
At the items left behind from the nights previous dark
I look around…
And contemplate…
Leaving this city and the doped up remains of a junked up park

HASTYWORDS

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Written by James Sanders and HastyWords


Branches, dry and brittle, snap beneath my feet
Stained circles of torched grass litter the ground
And the sun…
Well…
It strains to find purchase inside this compound


Oh it’s no paradise, perhaps more like paradise lost
But understand, my being here ain’t what it seems
I packed my bags…
Closed my eyes…
And took a walk on that Boulevard of Broken Dreams

By night the streets are filled with piercing screams
Fading by day into the crumbling brick of alley walls
And the echoes…
They linger…
As do the voices that laugh and jeer you when you fall

And their piercing eyes watch through windows tall
With such malevolence causing my soul to shiver
I move on…
Undeterred…
As a lone wave in the current of an endless river

This morning I walk alone through all the left over debris
At the items…

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Child Of Loss

So I thank everyone for your patience with me throughout my month long hiatus. I’ve been working on a number of different projects throughout the past month. This piece is one of them. I truly had no idea where it was going, but that’s often the case with my writing. So please take a read and hopefully enjoy. And don’t hesitate to check out my other work and leave feedback. One luv – Jay

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Outside of the elaborate doors of a grand cathedral
A little boy sits on the second step,
He sits, clutching his knees to his chest,
As if he is holding the last breath that will ever enter his lungs

Though I’m not yet near him, I can see that he is crying
Two middle aged women exit the church and attempt to console him,
But his tears won’t stop
It’s like the whites of his eyes are the clouds above the amazon rainforest,
And Mother Nature neglected to change the season

I try not to stare, but still find my eyes locked onto this child’s pain
It feels as if he has cried a river filled with the tears of sorrow,
And my soul has become trapped in the currents of his pain
As I struggle within myself to regain control,
I am now closer, placing my hand on his small shoulder and I hear myself saying….
What’s wrong son?

He looks up at me, with an innocence in his eye that could break the will,
Of the harshest of oppressors in history
And with a tremble in his voice strong enough to register on the Richter scale,
He asks me, when do I get my turn to die?

In attempts to not show the level of concern evident within the depths of me,
I put on the face of a bold man, strong in the resolve of my self being
Sitting down at his side, I look into those eyes and I say to him,
Son, you’re young and have so much more life to live
Why would you cry for a chance to die?

He lifts up his head, points to the sky with his small finger shaking in a way
That makes it seem as if he is tracing the image of God himself in the clouds,
He says to me….they told me that my family went to Heaven,
And that God wanted them by his side,
But when I asked why he left me behind, they just said because it wasn’t my time.

As I search through the maze of thoughts within my mind,
I find that every path ends with another solution of nothing,
And as those same two ladies exit the church to retrieve the grieving boy,
I sit there, on those same cathedral stairs with my eyes still focused on the sky
Torn with the reality of knowing the undying pain inside this child’s mind

Wondering how anyone will ever respond to that question,
Created within the innocence and confusion that is now that boy’s life….
When is it my turn to die???

” Image Courtesy of Daniel Gies
https://www.flickr.com/photos/daniel_gies/6210256302/”

The Grave Reality Of Loss

My second ever poetic duet. This was a partnership with a young lady with such amazing talent, Ms. Hasty Words. Make sure to take time and check out her page. She is truly one of the most phenomenal writers I’ve every encountered. Enjoy.
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This morning something was quietly different
The sky above me was just a cloud dotted blue
All the trees were just a few shades of green
And the poetry I normally hear just didn’t sing

The normal sweet breeze was only but a whisper
The cry of the sun’s eyes seemed only but a whimper
On that perch where the songbird normally rehearsed
Sat the silence of the raven with eyes fixed upon the Earth

The church bells were clumsy with an altered clang
And the train tracks had been ghostly silent for days
Sensitive to tell my heart, what I have known all along
The love of my life, this time, wouldn’t make it home

For so long I have been preparing for such a moment
But for a reality of such gravity there can be no atonement
For mending the scars of a love lost, I have not the ability
And I cannot replace pieces of my soul with scattered memories

Only You

A mind filled with thoughts
Yet, not one can be explained
Not wanting to know the truth
For it fears the chance of pain
Groups of thoughts together
Form visions of the unknown
A mind confused and lost
Left to heal alone

No help for this poor soul
For no one sees the hurt
For it keeps it buried inside
As earth’s core beneath the dirt
What to do this mind wonders
When no choice seems truly clear
The only choice, an unknown path
The outcome is what is feared

How do you distinguish
Between confusion and deceit
For each causes intense pain
And causes your heart and mind to weep
Lost but really found
Confused yet understanding
Traveling down life’s path
Which is truly too demanding

Yet, all that’s left for you
Is the live it out and let it go
And hope that it works out
Whether it will, no one knows
Can you finish this journey
Or will it force an early end
Will you make it on throughout
You only have you to depend.

Excerpt From “Life & Poetry”