Morgan Castaway Sonnets

1. Auflage 2015
ISBN: 978-1-68222-122-8
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 71 Seiten

A book of sonnets and a few other kinds of poems.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Morgan, Steve

Leseproben

The Blood-Red Moon Let us go then you and I, feet tripping, hearts beating, anticipating and bewitched as mortals can be to beating, beating, rhythmically beating, deep into the forest, shivering all around, and the clearing to the sky, to the moon opening, a blood-red moon beckoning as we slowly start to dance, building to a frenzy, blurring, transforming, until collapse upon the ground, tightly holding one another as life keeps beating. That Girl Even as an old man he could easily recall what it felt like first seeing that smile, like a sunrise, and eyes full of deep, mysterious feelings, ah, and that lovely body adorned with simple clothes, hair braded, a languorous feline aura about her, making you want her even more, but it was not to be, circumstances separated them, except in his mind, where he kept seeing her in traces, hoping someone so young and fine would’ve been treated fair and kindly by the world, treated good and gently.   A Changed Man I never gave much thought to things religious. Parents sent me to church, but I stopped going when older because it sure didn’t take a genius to figure out that biblical stuff was more stifling than enlightening, but after I nearly died then everything changed. There I was hovering above and watching lifeguards fussing over me when I was whisked away and met by incredible love, and when those around me told me I had to go back, I knew I had to but didn’t want to, that’s how much at home I felt, and I’m here to tell you that consciousness continues after death, that’s for sure, and there is no end, no beginning, there is only change, and wow was I changed, I swear. It’s Best You Learn All things must change to something new, to something strange, and nowadays strange is ordinary as you struggle to learn how to navigate a maddening world and to manage when you don’t even know male from female, or that earning a living isn’t a given, or that growing up can be hazardous to your health, so wear a helmet, and so much more of what never used to be, making life tres difficile to know who you are, or what you are, or where you are with change so deep and dark you have lost touch on why you have come here, which is simple: you are here to learn through difficulties, and to transcend them is up to you.   The Great Disaster He liked to read about disasters, natural and manmade, and every morning he expected to wake up to a new world shaken by a great earthquake, or spun and battered by giant tornadoes, or blown apart by wars leading to enormous destruction, but those that came were nothing of the magnitude he expected, and soon the world forgot about them, yet he kept thinking something big was going to happen because of what scores of psychics thought, because he read them all, one dire prophecy after another, and meanwhile he did the best he could, toiling at work he did not like, trying to find meaning elsewhere, ever vigilant, when one day, without warning, he felt the hurt, a massive heart attack, which turned his world upside down, and at the end he finally realized the disaster was his own. The Wise Guy It is impossible to love and to be wise, which I found out about the hard way with Sharon, what a surprise she was, me thinking love, asking her to stay, even after she snarled, “Get lost loser,” which hurt, but not as much as when my girlfriend Amy took me to the cleaners, taking all my pay before saying goodbye. Hey, I could count so many others that I’d go nuts, but nuts to that, except you remember the wounds, the self pity that wells up, and a wise man can just let go and forget, but not me, I’m ready for more even if the next one turns out to be a whore.   Viking, On She was proud her parents came from Sweden bragging to many as she could that she was 100 percent Swedish, and when life got rough she kept a saying, “Viking, On,” words that powered her through until the next thing to come along, and there was always something to battle with, whether it was her divorce or taking the wrong path in life, saying “Viking, On” gave her faith, something to believe in, and when she got older she often needed to use “Viking, On” for easing nagging health problems, eventually for cancer, facing her biggest challenge, stubbornly resisting treatments, until at last she knew she was gone to meet ancestors, her last words: “Viking, On.” There Is Only a Plan “There is no limit, there is no chance. There is only a plan.” That’s what he received in a trance. Told by an Egyptian. And to him it made perfect sense. To me not much. Something about it too immense. For him nonesuch. He tried to explain, and words failed. “There’s just no way.” I pondered long at what he said. After he left today. There was something about it I liked. For a mind unslaked.   A New Beginning “Am I still here?” he asked after orienting himself from a deep sleep. He was so close to death that he thought he had passed. “I thought I died yesterday, and now to come back is so disappointing,” he said and sighed and told me it must be some kind of cruel joke or a bad dream, but I gently assured him we wanted him here with us, on earth, but the next day he got what he wanted, which was to die and go home to what he had been preparing for: rebirth, prepping for it with forays to the other side where there, I imagine, must be only balance and love and a plan, and that much I know because he showed it to me at the end with what he said and how he acted, eager to man up and be at last above the fray of being human, setting an example to follow when it’s time for a new beginning. Shining His Spirit When he was young he found that he had psychic abilities, but they frightened him —too strange, abnormal—wished he had a normal life, so he tried to ignore them and got on with growing up: teenage angst, then to college, majoring in accounting, immersing himself in work, a conformist, getting married, two children, just being typical, but one day the paranormal came back with a fury, intruding forcefully into daily routines, driving him at first to blame God for cursing him, then slowly his view began to change, what brought him limit turned into a gift used to shine his spirit.   The Killer Lord knows he wasn’t one to gripe much, but this time it was just too much, too over the line, and he wasn’t one to quick judge, but it was so nasty to lose his composure, something he prided himself on not doing, which meant he had to kill someone, maybe a lot of people, yeah, that would be doing the right thing, and it would for sure agree with what the Bible says about an eye for an eye, and nobody can say I’m not being thoughtful about it, giving what I deplore every opportunity to be different, staying my hand, and I don’t want it to be a thrill, but I need to be making plans now to kill. Girl with a Baby She was at the county fair trying to have a good time with a baby on her hip, something she never imagined when she gave in to passion on that day a long time ago, or so it seemed, and the awfulness that followed after just a few minutes in the back seat of a car, just one thing after another, but tonight she was determined to forget how her life kept taking turns for the worst, now at the fair, with a lot of people, even if shunned by friends too embarrassed to be seen with her, with this child clinging, ignoring her as if she didn’t exist, but she does, she does, she does, so look at her as if she’s still one of you, as if you care she’s in your midst, look at her running around looking for what’s never going to be, her precious youth, what got lost forever.   At Last Whole She had two big hits on the song charts in the late 1950s, when she was only 15, and continued with singing, but never made a comeback, though she kept the memories, and she dated a few guys in other bands, and one she met she married, and at first they had a great time traveling the states, then two children, then trouble, then a divorce, going through great emotional turmoil, practically going nuts until she knew it was time to choose a new course, totally different, getting a job with a loan company and staying until in her 60s, close to retirement, when the oldies came back on public television, again with a...