We were just fifteen-
you, me, and my best friend.
sitting inside the cool of your house
playing Dungeons and Dragons
...
Sometimes it is
the low clank of the dinner plate
striking the stainless steel sink
followed by the ting
...
Full bone moon pinned
To the night like a broach
On her soft velvet gown
Of stars and pearlescent skies.
...
I am your priest
kneeling before
the altar of your temple,
the sanctuary of our bed,
...
I am a fading shadow
Leaning in a chair against the wall.
My dreams have been blown like
...
Where did you come from
pale freckled girl with soft skin
and shining mischeveous eyes?
What funny power it is
...
Eyes squinting in the golden glare
of Amsterdam's morning sun,
a thousand diamonds shimmering
in every windowpane.
...
Warm eyes inviting
framed by soft dark hair.
The smell of perfume
tinged with sweat.
...
Autumn wearing robes of orange.
Sunsets painted in violet hues.
...
Welcome to my world. This collection of poems, if it were to have a title, would be ' A Short Candle in the Long Darkness.' If you are wanting to know more about me, then get use to disappointment..... Dedication: All that I write is always dedicated to all of those I have found that have struggled to find their answers, as well for any in this world who somehow keep going, even when they don't even know why. I carry all of you in my heart: My family Randy & Jen Nadine Annie Brian Jo (Maiden) Paula Peggy Jeremiah Robert Alisha & Craig Stephanie Stacy C. Stacy M. Camille Sarah To those musicians whose songs and music have sustained me and given me strength, or has taken me away for just a moment even in the greatest despair: Collective Soul 'Shine' Live 'Lightning Crashes' Peter Gabriel Shelia Chandra Tori Amos Henry Rollins Eva Cassidy Diana Krall Holly Cole Toni Price Nanci Griffith Yoav A Fine Frenzy and all the others... To Henry and to all those I have known who eventually lost the strength to keep up the fight; and to the lost I have not met still out there searching in the darkness.: Do not ever think you failed or were cowards: you had a strength and courage to keep going as long as you did. I light the candle to keep your memories alive, and to light the way of those still wandering. You were and still are loved. -Joseph Martin III 6/2/2008)
To Those Suicide Has Left Behind
For those
that grieve.
For those
that hurt.
For those
that curse.
For those
that cry in silence.
For those
that want to understand:
In the desert you might live
four, maybe even five days
with nothing to drink but
the sand and hot breezes.
So how many years could you live
if in your heart all hope was dead
and all roads led to a ceaseless pain?
Let your tears be water for the flowers of the lost heart,
turn away from tragic thoughts of waste and loss,
give your anger up to a bright May sky:
all is as it was meant to be
even for those who decided the world was too much.
Do not fear for them anymore.
Their tired souls now find rest at last in the light
of the kind Creator's Grace, Mercy, and Love
they thought they would never find in the dark sorrow of their life.
6/2/2008