Dark Side of the Moon Part Five

THE GOD DELUSION

12-11-08

An illusion of a delusion of God?

The opposite direction I steadily ride.

Religion is like a human erection,

Giving false hope, false direction,

Gorged on false pride, deceitfully aloof,

Limp, shriveled, never offering scientific proof.

Superstition, hyperbole, flood the bible,

So much so that it should be held libel.

God, the bloated, blind-faith delusion,

Ghost, phantom, apparition, illusion.

So my atheism is not treason,

Being founded in logic and reason.

SANDY…5-11-09

Don’t tell me your secrets,

Just give me your love,

Don’t tell me your past,

Just love me each day.

Put your hand in mine,

And come walk with me.

Let’s talk as we walk,

Give each other our hearts.

We made our love-child,

And watched her grow happy,

She matured and got married,

Then blessed us with grand kids.

I’m a divided man,

Mr. Anger and Mr. Love.

Love will be stronger,

If you stay and love me.

Please stay by my side,

And walk down life’s road,

Your hand in my hand,

Our eyes only for each other.

Let’s live as long as we can,

Care for Mara grandly,

Enjoy all the days that are left,

And watch Lily and Slone grow.

Black-Gray-White…5-25-09

His mind is dark as night.

He wishes it was white,

But many sins must stay,

So he must settle for gray.

The darkness of his past,

He didn’t think would last,

Which only clearly proved,

His sins can’t be removed.

You are what you do,

Even if you frequent the pew.

You are what you say,

And eventually you must pay.

Now, for others he fights,

Because his darkness grows light.

That light is his belief, and

Offers solace, comfort, relief.

His daughter, grand kids and wife,

Are his primary concerns in life.

For them he would die,

In the blink of his lazy eye.

Mara, his daughter, has his love.

His heart she does move.

Lily, Slone, grand kids great,

With him they highly rate.

And wife, Sandy, his bright light,

His sun, his joy, his lovely sight.

She loves him, makes him feel secure,

And in rough seas, she is his anchor.

WOLF  MAN

1-12-10

The wolf appeared in his dream,

To his surprise he did not scream.

He thought for sure it was the end,

But he glared back, did not bend,

Wolf’s eyes red with bloody madness,

Instead Wolf said it was  his sadness.

Blood stained Wolf’s fur so white,

Crimson on white gave quite a fright,

Until Wolf spoke, “Have no fear.”

The man approached, got very near.

Then Wolf growled into his ear.

Wolf’s request was clear, but queer.

“A man like you is hard to find.”

“May I live in your brave mind?”

The man accepted Wolf as a peer.

There Wolf lies dormant, year after year,

Until great danger appears too near,

Then a ferocious growl that man will hear.

Man is wolf and wolf is man,

As Wolf Man, they staunchly stand.

DEATH RIDES A PALE HORSE

8-8-2010

A storm brewed like a foul stew,

Skies boiling with angry clouds,

Wind fierce and raining hard,

It felt as if the drops pierced my flesh.

Yet my eyes were clear as I braced

Myself in Nature’s unrelenting turmoil.

Then, out of the damp mist,

Ominously galloping through the

Clutching mud, a pale horse and

Black clothed rider did appear.

For me, they had come.

I stood staring as I waited

Till the horse and rider arrived.

They stood stiffly before me.

The red-eyed rider smelling of decay.

The black-eyed horse smelling of singed fur

Pranced as she moved to my side.

“Come. Ride with me,” I sensed,

Though no lips moved and

No sound could be heard.

But I would not, willingly, leap astride.

The pale horse reared.

The rider’s red eyes flashed.

“Your time is done. Time to come,”

The rider said, through unmoving lips.

Continued

“Time to leave your family behind.

Time to take that final breath,

Time to retreat to eternal death.”

It was a relentless summoning.

Its pull, its strength strong,

Yet, resist I did, and felt lucky

That no close family member

Had died before me. I thought,

Maybe it really was my time,

But suddenly I changed my mind.

I accepted the rider’s skeletal hand,

As the pale horse blew fire.

The black rider smiled as

I put my hand in his boney grasp,

Then suddenly sat astride,

His lengthy black hair whipping me

As we galloped into the bleak darkness.

Few know the darkness of death,

Its loneliness, its futility.

The coldness that penetrates flesh,

The inert body restrained by

The immobility of life’s end.

There is no hope for a helping hand,

No returning; no seeing your family;

No deity to cry out for, no past;

No present, and no future,

Except unchangeable, eternal

Obliteration, where time does not exist.

DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

12-29-2010

Living on the dark side of the moon,

Ruled by depression’s doom and gloom,

Fighting constantly for a normal life,

But feeling eviscerated with a knife.

A bright sun couldn’t stop thoughts of darkness.

Nothing stopped it, not salve, medicine, or a kiss.

The darkness grew to a mature nightmare,

Throwing me into the vortex of despair.

Forty years of walking a sad, labyrinthine path

Feelings of guilt; bad behavior’s aftermath.

Four decades of pain, then sudden joyful release,

Astounding, shocking, the emotional pain did cease.

Retirement chased anxiety and stress away,

But that’s not where the major cure lay.

The moon rotated from darkness to light,

And life became happiness instead of a fight.

Wife, daughter, grand children provided the cure,

The final balancing of new meds helped, I’m sure.

The moon’s dark side is now shining so bright,

Love and the new meds showing their might.

Now calm, relaxed and feeling right,

Viewing my world with smiling delight,

Like a marble statue smiling at a storm,

Finding salvation and being reborn,

On an island of comfort, surrounded by a stormy sea,

And be happy that love and meds was the key.

I’m much more relaxed and enjoying life,

Loving and being loved by daughter and wife.

The dark side of the moon was my isolated home,

Now love shines brightly; now I’m not alone.

Continued

My world has improved, not nearly so cruel,

And “the-glass-is-half-full” is now my rule.

The dark side of me escaped the dark side of the moon,

And now I can chase away the shadows of doom.

I see Sandy and Mara as my shining stars,

They helped me conquer my self-hatred wars.

Lily and Slone, my life have made bright,

My four saviors turned darkness to light.

Now I think much less like Sylvia Plath

Now I walk to a new tune, on a new path.

Looking forward to growing wiser with age,

And seeing life through the eyes of a sage.

It’s wonderful to feel so happy and proud

Instead of having life cloaked in a shroud.

But I cannot thank heaven above,

Because my salvation came from earthly love,

Not from illusions or delusions, but from reality,

Now love and respect I can clearly see.

Happiness, contentment, were gone before,

Have now come to live in my inner core,

Making me feel as if I can soar,

Out of sadness and with happiness roar.

My mind was shredded, my brain tore,

But that has finally drained from me,

And love was certainly the primary key,

That unlocked the sadness room’s door,

So I can walk out on life’s happiness floor,

And there to smile proudly and dance

Grateful for getting a second chance

To shed the mental ills of my youth,

To finally realize they were not truth.

The dark side of me that I see,

Is only as dark as I allow it to be.

SANDRA GRACE

11-15-2012

Not a joker, but an ace,

Is my dear Sandra Grace.

My best friend and partner,

A woman so full of grace.

Pretty, but not from fancy lace,

Mentally strong and smart.

The woman of my dreams and

In my heart is her place.

Like a diamond is her face,

So valuable to my mind.

Eyes green and hair auburn.

A busy woman with a hectic pace.

My love is not a silly phase.

Our love is very strong,

Though not without conflicts,

But she’s my rose in a ruby vase.

A woman worth the chase,

To spend my life with,

And no regrets, nor tears.

In my heart, she fills the space.

Continued

Dishonor? Never. Not a trace

While the years flew by

Like a dove in a strong wind.

A blessing and not a gram of disgrace.

A life of happiness; not a waste

She gave me the gift of Mara,

My greatest gift of all.

Sandy’s love is nectar to my taste.

If love was a road of haste,

With Sandy a small and distant sight,

Thousands of miles away,

To her I would still race.

RAVEN…12-1-12

Black hearted raven and cousin crow,

Both portents of death says Poe.

But is that death quick or slow,

Pushed into that abyss, black hole,

Into the bowels of the earth so low,

Plunging to death I go,

Unaware of my silent foe

Being slaughtered like a bleating doe.

Then onto the River Styx I row,

Seeing images of my death and know,

That my skeleton looks just so,

As white as virgin snow,

With an ominous ghostly glow,

Causing visions of death to grow.

No more time for status quo,

When I see a tag upon my toe.

Future appears outside my window.

I see a lifetime of zero.

So to fate I can’t say no,

Only watch my life as I flow.

Dreaming of being a hero,

But with nothing to show.

I’m resigned to the boat I row,

As River Styx turns ugly yellow,

Like wet sulfur under a hoe,

As fate drag me in tow.

NANA AND LILY

4-21-12

Nana and Lily

Love and joy,

In a solid bond,

Nothing can destroy.

Lily loves Nana,

Nana adores Lily.

Both pure of heart,

And far from silly.

Love gives them,

Such rosy health.

In each other’s eyes,

Love is their wealth.

No purer love,

Could ever exist,

So Nana’s and Lily’s love,

Will forever persist.

RAINFALL…1-1-2013

Staring through the window pane,

Focused on crystalline pearls of rain,

Euphoric, relaxed, in no pain,

Just floating freely, no chain.

Now walking down the glistening lane,

Attired in a watery coat of rain,

Washing away all the dry-day’s stain.

These precious moments keep me sane.

I see her face in every drop,

And hope the rain won’t stop.

Each drop a mirror of her face,

My diamond, my daughter, Mara Grace.

From a pure puddle she springs,

Walks beside me as my heart sings.

She holds my hand as we walk.

Our love shows in our talk.

Our lives flow from brook to creek,

Then ponds and lakes we seek.

Together, so strong, not weak,

And all about love we speak.

On to the rivers we go,

Then into oceans we flow.

As a father’s love does grow.

I smile as my eyes glow.

We hold hands and rise

To a dark cloud that soon cries.

So much happiness we gain

When we fall together as rain.