tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822057612299268802012-02-16T16:30:51.225-08:00GGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269039462489758811noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382205761229926880.post-12546390793702579822009-05-05T00:05:00.000-07:002009-05-05T00:07:42.031-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iagnHtey9qQ/Sf_ltSfeSzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7901HE76Y4Q/s1600-h/Emergency_Only_by_little__ghost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iagnHtey9qQ/Sf_ltSfeSzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7901HE76Y4Q/s320/Emergency_Only_by_little__ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332233050050677554" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/382205761229926880-1254639079370257982?l=troubadourscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269039462489758811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382205761229926880.post-55390317993907340852009-05-04T23:59:00.001-07:002009-05-04T23:59:56.512-07:00The door swings open<br />Into a hall of rose-scented pain<br />White coats brush past<br />I follow them meekly<br />To a room full of aged blank stares<br />Memories of years gone by<br />Lost in the company of the crowd<br />I see you sitting at a corner table<br />Alongside the plastic ferns<br />You smile vaguely at the chesspiece your hand rests on<br />The move you were to play<br />Lost in your thoughts<br />I call your name close to your ear<br />And lose myself in your embrace<br />You whisper a name in gratitude<br />Not mine<br />My mother’s<br />Your eyes are glazed<br />Blind to my pained lips,<br />Working feverishly to hold in the truth<br />Costume change<br />The original soiled<br />Your mood swings<br />As does the baton conducting disorientation<br />Decorations do nothing<br />To assist the strained laughter of those you love<br />Hours pass<br />The sky darkens<br />I escort you back through the door<br />Through the hall<br />The scent changed to an ancient musk<br />I sit you back at the corner table<br />Alongside the plastic ferns<br />I kiss your cheek<br />You see me<br />You smile<br />Your eyes glaze<br />I have the face of a distant memory<br />You thank me for your Easter lunch<br />I smile<br />I break<br />I don’t have the courage to tell you it’s Christmas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/382205761229926880-5539031799390734085?l=troubadourscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269039462489758811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-382205761229926880.post-61055311987887087482009-05-04T23:56:00.000-07:002009-05-04T23:59:24.297-07:00The elephant’s trunk leads the way<br />The further I follow the further I stray<br />From broken bones and soulless hearts<br />Grinding through the rusty chains<br /><br />The lion’s courage diminishes my own<br />A lamb left for slaughter<br />Alone in a city<br />Familiar still strange<br /><br />The tortoise shows patience<br />As I show none<br />Still ready to pounce<br />After the battle was won<br /><br />Love is life<br />But life is not love<br />After we shatter and crash<br />We mend<br />We continue<br />To live without love<br /><br />We seek<br />It appears<br />We destroy<br />We hurt<br />We seek<br />It never truly returns<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/382205761229926880-6105531198788708748?l=troubadourscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269039462489758811noreply@blogger.com0