Category: Rob’s World

Found Within The Rhyme

What seems so very simple
is not so what it seems;
To complicate the matter
our lives are full of dreams.

Enthralling tours of wonder
cause feelings strong to grow;
Illusions cast long shadows
on paths which lead to woe.

The world is truly lovely
so longs the heart at night;
Within the dream is shining
though distant is the light.

Hot passions tend to smolder
for those who hold them dear;
Longing will always linger
so hearts do slowly tear.

Murals seen imbued within
in love so strong the zeal;
Such scenes painted so deeply
dread time will seek to steal.

Desire’s fruit sweet ripens
love’s nectar to be found;
But dead to earth it’s falling
and makes no thoughtful sound.

To taste the fruit of Eros
resolve with joy it flies;
Cold doubt blunts the purpose
with winter’s breath it dies.

When two lovers are loving
then souls they can be free;
Stormy minds tend to becloud
sure paths one once could see.

Love songs play a melody
sublime heard in a dream;
Though softly sure it whispers
foreign can seem its theme.

A trance of love is beauty
and stunning in its hue;
Always an angst in moments
when taken out of view.

Places for peaceful knowing
keep true the soul at peace;
Paths fade in somber travels
so lost souls tend to cease.

So the quest for loves reward
pursued throughout all time;
No matter words not knowing
’tis found within the rhyme.

In My Heart True

winter
Yet in solemn winter, beauty must end
And the singing of birds sure fades away
No longer in thick leaves to sit and lend
A joyous tune to the children who play.
So all the color from the world does fade
So swiftly the land becomes just one hue
Thus under the snow sweet flora is laid
The color and splendor taken from view.
Grasped so swiftly, and shaken to death
All that is lovely and warm on this earth
By the abject rue of cold winter’s breath
Still truly I say there still is much mirth:
For in my heart true, I sing soft and coo,
Thankful refrains of this joy that is you.

Seep Bone Coldly

Run Through

No warrior’s death is coming for me
no blood stained sword to release
my foolish life from it’s hollow chest
as I slow die on this field of shame.
Stench of copper vile taste of metal
adrift I’m alone and battered and torn
oh that I could recompense my love!

No quiet wake of honor shall be held
no slow loving march of the damned
will sure carry me to eternal sleep
no I shall ever wail silently as I decay.
Terrible mists of doom rise eerily and
creep hauntingly through fading eyes
cast upon the distant shore of love lost.

No angels of mercy will soar this field
thick with the rancor of bitter defeat
they will not remove this elegiac song
shrouded by sick stench of stoic hope.
Oh that I could in great haste be felled
not seep bone coldly into Hades cruel
might his dread hot abyss of suffering.

No arrow swiftly flying will find its mark
no sword nor spear will ever pierce me.
Aye, this poison by which I die yet slow
looses the design of even black vultures.
I will wither and die in years as it reigns
cold perfect terror over me and claws at
where slow my life leaking seeps to hell.

Breakfast of Champions

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If a diamond is forever,
then love is the San Francisco treat.
Just a little dab’ll do ya
so be all that you can be.

It’s the cheesiest, so just do it
you can have it your way.
So reach out and touch someone
it’s the best part of waking up.

And like a good neighbor, there’s
love and no more tears.
Once you pop, you can’t stop for
nobody does it like Sara Lee.

She lets her fingers do the walking
promise her anything, but give her love.
She’s come a long way baby
and brings good things to life.

But when it rains, I see it pours
and I deserve a break today.
For a mind is a terrible thing to waste
does she…or doesn’t she?

Her love is good to the last drop
so don’t treat your puppy like a dog!
Celebrate the moments of your life,
And don’t leave home without them.

I fly her friendly skies, they’re great
and I can have it my own way.
Keeps going, and going, and going
She is the pause that refreshes.

Takes a licking and keeps on ticking
nothing comes between me and my girl.
She tastes great though her love is less filling
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!

Closing The Circle

This is a follow up to my post about my friend turned lifelong love!  7 days ago I left her and my heart at the Security Checkpoint at Bradley International Airport.  And so, once again, she is over 3,665 miles away!

This girl who quietly began her blog of personal growth, journey, and discovery last February.  This girl who I happened upon one chance December day.  This girl who captivated me with her zest for nature and life.  This girl who I read and quietly, somewhere in the universe, we were nudged closer and closer together.

I’m not going to sully this profound experience with my words.  I am not going to carry on about love and soulmates and destiny and past lives and fate.  I am not going to try to even begin to describe emotions, feelings.  I sometimes get frustrated when I attempt to write her poems; they seem so bitterly inadequate.  That is why there are only a few poems about her on my blog, and they are only ones written when I thought I had lost her.

No, I am not going to do any of that.  I did want to post about our visit.  She blessed me with a visit from August 28th-last Sunday.  Put it this way, I define my nearly 54 years on this planet this way now:  Life before Bec and after Bec.

Here’s the greatest joy I have experienced in my life:

we crunched froot loops together while making fun of the guy who couldn’t keep the breakfast nook stocked because he kept going back and forth with just one item at a time and we ate lots of pizza and chocolate and chips and Cheetos!

we visited a thrift store and took our first selfie–which she swore she would never take–in an overstuffed chair.

we fished for over 6 hours together.  And she stayed because she loved it too, not just because she knew I love fishing.

we were on our way to Walmart and in-between the hotel and the road was a small section of nature.  We stopped to take pictures and ended up spending over 2 hours there.  Ironically, out of over 50 pics, when we shared what we thought our favorite pic of each other was, we selected the one of each other we took simultaneously on that day!

we watched What Dreams May Come and Excalibur her favorite movie and one of my very favorite movies…because we said that was what we wanted to do months before.

we learned our loving…slowly, quickly, subtly, obviously, kissed so passionately we banged teeth and lips like junior high kids

we went to my aunts which was epic for Bec to meet my most important person in my life…and I took my mother’s ashes back in a ziploc bag…where they remain on my nightstand.

we held hands, hugged, held, touched, kissed, slept together, woke together

we made peanut butter and nutella sandwiches and ate lunch at a pond behind Bass Pro Outlets and took pictures of nature and each other

we found out we both snore…she a lot less and a lot more quietly than me!

we ate pizza, and wendy’s and cumberland farms sandwiches that terrorized me for almost a day

we had candles lit all over two different hotel rooms and explored our sexuality, and kept the keycards

we talked and whispered and laughed and smiled and grinned and smiled some more

we drove–well she did all the driving, and she was almost a great driver except for a few minor brushes with disaster–through four different states!

we explored the Boston aquarium and I saw through her eyes the beauty of a place I had long ago dismissed, and both took WAAAAAAY too many pictures of fish trapped in glass, then I introduced her to Mike’s Pastry in the North End and we took pictures in the Old North Church where they did not actually place a lantern in to warn the British Are Coming!

we laid around in bed, took naps, lay in each other’s arms and passed the time doing nothing

we laid on a stretch of grass between two fast food restaurants–after she completely missed the turn into the restaurant–because we remembered we wanted to lie on the grass and look at the clouds together

we visited my astonished Probation Officer because I told him we would and visited the VA where I fought for over two months–and 4 disapproval’s before I got the Director of the VA to approve the extra time to spend with her–a legendary battle between man and the system, and visited Chris, the Patient Advocate who helped me win the battle

she bought me and her an angel coin, which I carry in my pocket with my other recovery coins, and she bought us matching rings that reminds me every time of the purity of what we share and the magnitude of the gift that is her and US

I cooked burgers and chicken kabobs for her and snuck into my room and took pictures and I finally got to give her all the cards I bought for her and almost made the flower-pot bald outside the hotel room and got her coffee and cold water and ice

So, yeah, it’s hard for me to write about our emotions and how I feel about her in a typical way.  And you know what sucks?  I’m leaving a million things out, but I think you know.  If you don’t, your heart is made of brick lol.

PS:  we are missing the exact same tooth!

Thank you Bec…because you made everything possible.  I thought I was so smart, thought I knew what love was.  I didn’t know a damn thing until you showed me exactly what it feels like, what it is, to really love.

They need to put your picture in every dictionary in every language of YOU next to the word love…Ya, the circle is closed for sure…and I just thought of a name for our rings:  they are our “Galaxy Rings” whatcha think?

16 months of sobriety and loving life that is life with BEC!

NEXT UP:  Trip to Belgium

Ours Is From In And Of Galaxies