Saturday, 5 November 2016

Home

Its not the place you were born..not even the place you were raised really..but a place where you met yourself face to face for the first time. It's that place you knew instinctively, as you breathed it in, that you were a part of it and it was a part of you. And there, deep in your core, you realized relief. Not at all because you weren't sure if you were returning or discovering it for the first time, but.. because you had arrived.
Home is not only a familiar place. It's a state of mind. It's transcendental. It's friends and family and lovers. It's that large tree you rush to in a rain storm and that satisfied feeling you get as you just arrive under its shelter, with that genuine smile. A sigh of relief, when all around you are grey showers, you remain sheltered and dry. Home is that moment in a small cafe, in a large foreign city full of strangers, when an old friend suddenly appears to share a few moments and a coffee.Some few friends are a lot like home.
Home, it's that few seconds in a raging night, the brief relief from some constant grief, when your dream brings you your lovers embrace, the touch of her lips and the scent of her hair in the night. That's home.
I ache to be home.

Gunner©
For Pegs, who "feels" deeply and understands where true wealth lives.

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

The Mother of a New God


A new god is delivered its true
Not by normal paths or wounds
But through the belly of a noble mother
One that can bear it, her loss, her heart, like no other

A child is born both sweet and kind
Its first breath of human the catalyst to engage its mind
A time of innocence so brief and fleeting
But soon burdened by right and wrong, now prepared to take a beating

There is a road unto your God, into her arms
Though it will without doubt unfold, a struggle through famine, fog and harm
From that first shriek and on, your constant companion the demons oppression
The child will, the old soul, struggle to learn its lessens.

Its just another handful of learning
To climb the ladder to the fold of your father and avoid the burning
You learn to see what you smell and touch what you're hearing
Push out some love and forgiving, deal with the round about Karma you're fearing

Unless
You avoid the whole mess, forsake the struggle of birth, the duress
But then you must be a god no less, aged beyond reason and the call of the test
Carried first in the loving belly of a noble mother
You blossom through her shattered heart, a new god, another from a blessed mother

Gunner©

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Through Squinted Eyes

Through squinted eyes
I did see
From the horizon
The backs of two tears
And my reflection looking back at me

Millenia! I screamed
Take back this heavy gravity
Bathe me in your treasured love I plead
Release me from this cursed millennium!

At once
On unfettered wings I rose perpetually
When love that had held me to the ground
Extinguished and set me free unbound
To this insistent heavy gravity

Millenia! I screamed
Give me back our ground
For on the back side of that horizon
With this cursed gravity
I'll never be found

And now through squinted eyes
I have seen
For millennium and today
The backs of two tears
And Millenia! Looking back at me.

This cursed heavy gravity!
Will never set me free
Am I bound forever? I scream
To see Millenia through my tears
For eternity

The gods it seemed
Remiss in promised mercy
Offered up instead misery
Or bid me come inside
With their cursed heavy gravity

But No! I screamed
I rather
Through squinted eyes
See my beloved Millenia
For a Millennium
Gunner© 2015


Friday, 17 April 2015

The Fight in Her Light

Señor Rogelio

You have grease on your fingers and cotter pins in your teeth
Is that gasoline in your veins and exhaust in your lungs to breathe?
You wheel your yellow mustang around with ease
But you get on home; you got baby girls with needs.

One, two, three and go!
We win Daddy!
We’re so fast and you’re so slow!
Look! They have fight in their light.

Dancing baby angel in an iron workers mask
That’s your daughter on a jack with dancers sass
She loves her papa; you can see it in her eye
And yes, she has your fight in her light

You twist a nut and bend a bar
Tear apart the engine of any car
That’s a big American Joe
But you've been around and able to bring it toe to toe

It’s been a long road from that breezy Hacienda
To that windy city on this side of gritty
From that ground of sun and serpent
To this smog where a dollar is all they worship

When the days done and you're getting to home
There are two pretty faces at the window waiting for Daddy to show
One, two, three and go! We win Daddy!
We’re so fast and you’re so slow!

There’s frost on a wrench, a car on the winch
But little girls wrapped in blankets need to be schooled
So it’s into the car one, two, three…and Go!
How do they make bricks Daddy? What holds up the moon and make it glow?

You’re a master at ballet folklórico
All the pretty Senorita’s love the mans man its told
The hombre with the big smile bright
But watch his daughter, a tire iron in hand and fight in her light.

Senor Rogelio!
It’s half past midnight on the bright side of bliss
You have a faster yellow mustang but you are surely missed
You live forever, cause there’s fight in her light, and you continue to grow
Dancing baby angel has you solidly in her loving thoughts, one, two, three…and Go!

Gunner© For My Millenia

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

The Book of Unsaid



I remember when I saw you that very first time, at school on the very first day
You were running and laughing with your ribboned curls and a dress of flowers
If I could have been that brave I’d have told you I liked you and wanted to play
And maybe we could swing together on the bars or play king of towers
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.

I remember you arriving at church for your First Communion
Your long curls wrapped in fine lace, your gown as pure as falling snow
If I could have been that brave I'd have told you I’d like to be your companion
And maybe walk you up that aisle as far as we could go
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.

The grade eight graduation party was such a happy event
You arrived with the Italian kid and you looked beautiful and full of joy
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you my eyes followed you where ever you went
And maybe if you would notice me just once you might think I could be your boy
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.

I saw you daily at high school for years
Your beauty and mind developed to the breathtaking woman that you had become
You had been wearing that football players jacket so long it brought me to tears
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you I play sports too, would you like to come?
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.

I saw your picture in the newspaper one day, bold and large in the celebration section
Your eyes a brilliant bright and your beauty easily conveyed. A tenth year wedding reflection
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you how I wish I could have shared your life, have you for my wife and that somehow I’d lost my direction
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.

I remember I saw you for the very last time, at the school for your grandsons very last day
You were running and laughing with your ribboned curls and a dress of flowers
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you I had loved you my whole life away
And maybe we could swing together or watch the children play king of towers
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.

Gunner ©

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

A sack full of pain.


The blood of another brother
Heaped a load of hurt on my mother
My father driven insane would never be the same
His only gain from hiding his pain like a sack full of shame

Digging for gold, he wasn’t that old
Twenty-one, if you need to be told
Pounding rock in a hole when four ton of loose let go like a noose
Ending his life in a flash like a slash of a knife

It’s a sad thing to say at the end of the day
After you’ve picked up your tools and worked like fools
That your largest gain was a sack full of pain
And that toil and strife would map the end of a life

The hole in the ground was the place he was found
His tram a wreck but he couldn’t give a damn, not with his broken neck
There was dirt in his eyes and it was all washed aside
When Mama bent over him and her tears fell while she cried

So it was the end of October with the autumn winds on our shoulders
I pulled him out of the ground and took him to town
We wrapped him in a blue suit and laced on some new boots
They dug a new hole; we pushed him in low, and threw some loose upon him

And we that’s left behind got up and walked to the mine
We picked up our tools and we worked like fools
And it’s a sad thing to say at the end of the day
That our largest gain was a sack full of pain

Gunner ©

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Immersed in Gratitude


It’s hardly a few minutes before the crack of dawn
My alarm sounds off with a cathedral song
The coolness of the air a small sting when I throw off the sheet
And I’m suddenly aware of a small thing, I breathe.

I breathe in slow, a thirty count, and exhale
What is a long breath? Without it life would pale
I breathe in and hold till I gasp
My chest all tight my mind racing fast

I breathe! And I’m immersed in gratitude!

There on my left, my woman my wife
I recall her first morning in my arms; she became part of my life
Her heart a smooth beat there near her breast
A sweet whisper and her breath across my chest

She breathes! And I’m immersed in gratitude!

A rustling in the next room, my son's normal grumble
He flies down the stairs in a reckless tumble
I recall his very first breath, for his lungs a first test
When he joined us on our march to an inevitable death

He breathes! And I’m immersed in gratitude!

I hear the big lake throw her waves on my shore
Her tides come and go sometimes close to my door
Her lungs filled with all manner of life
The moon is her lover and he hugs her, each day twice

She Breathes! And I’m immersed in gratitude!

And through the glass pane before I rise
I see the twinkling of heaven's stars in the sky
A thousand suns born and spun
The universe alive with stardust and galaxies known to none

It breathes! And I’m immersed in gratitude!

Gunner©