Home I Once Knew Poem by Leaking Pen

Forever nights fold each day beneath opaque covers
And moonlight beams blocked by stormy skies.
Imagination lost another brilliant mind
And nothing left but a blurred vision.
Macabre eyes fixated on a void space
And internal stiffness brittles my imprisoned spine
Time once sparkled with excitement outreach wonderstruck
And my personal experiences were as far as the Sun can reach and teach.

Who am I when my voice is lost?
And who plays God and jury at all cost?
Whose dignity yields the measuring stick?
And whose courts extinguish my soul’s wick.

Nursing home where my soul’s Shangri-la slowly seeps
And window blinds rolled down to keep out the bright sun.
Neon lights take over the light at night time
And there are no visible signs to discern one light from another.
Now is the norm to chart and tag a stiff
And a neutered soul can no longer levitate to reach all hope.

Who am I when my voice is lost?
And who plays God and jury at all cost?
Whose dignity yields the measuring stick?
And whose courts extinguish my soul’s wick.

Let me perish in the home I once knew
Where dull wallpapers to you might seem as my visionary clue
They trace remnants of my breath on cue
And in my home death waivers its last adieu
And my wintry shell shelters the seeds of spring
And my mind germinates the next daffodils ring
And as I wander from cloud to cloud away from any abyss
My mind shelters soon to be the visible greenest bliss.

Who am I when my voice is lost?
And who plays God and jury at all cost?
Whose dignity yields the measuring stick?
And whose courts extinguish my soul’s wick.

Time runs fast on legs of a wild cat
And on to the chase for prey among grassy fields,
Swiftness, a reminder end of hard acted day
And it’s a blessing to die in my play free whether as a predator or prey
Spare me tubes coming out from every vein
Or an oxygen mask artificially prolonging my stay,
Above all keep my lungs free from a respirator
And I wish for no hospital or nursing home to be
My last poetic will and testament.

Who am I when my voice is lost?
And who plays God and jury at all cost?
Whose dignity yields the measuring stick?
And whose courts extinguish my soul’s wick.

I came into the world stage a free spirit
And my nakedness was birthed from the blossom of love.
Nature’s cycle has a beginning and an end
And do not hold me hostage to medical technology
Let my body be deboned under the searing Sun
And let circles of scavengers gift my body back to earth
And my remains be nutrients for future furrowed soil
Incarnation will rebirth of my new footprints.
I am the wiser with age and I reveal this truth
And life and death are but my sweet and sour tooth
They are the balance of my yin and yang
I was born free to life and I’ll go out with a bang.
Let a natural death be the last act of my universe
And good riddance of a polluting motorized hearse.

Who am I when my voice is lost?
And who plays God and jury at all cost?
Whose dignity yields the measuring stick?
And whose courts extinguish my soul’s wick.


April 4th 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014