Curtain Call

We could have been amazing, you know, me and you
pure poetic drama
yet you chose prose
with a dash of ad lib
as our back drop of  beauty was silenced by the houselights dimming
fading out to black
with no more encores
Act One debuted into Act done with no audience
despite hours of rehearsal – we forgot our lines
the script forgetting to fill in their absence with your soliloquy
no understudies, no mis en scene -  there was just me
witnessing your every missed cue
So go ahead; take five
no wait…take forever too
for our marquee has darkened
the mezzanine has emptied
our curtain has been drawn
the last actress has parted stage left
knowing my show must go on

carissa-r-poetry2011 © All Rights Reserved

Somewhere Between

Softness of the morning
soothes the tears dry from the night before
dreams float dangerously close to reality
as I reluctantly drift further away from their grasp
heaven stretches in the stillness around me
smiling at the recent scent of breathe
left behind from exhaled sighs
inhaled want
that traces vivid pictures of your body gliding over mine
as you taste the sweet nothings my body whispers
I don’t want to go
I never want to leave this place
where our love exists somewhere between a shooting star
and my heart’s inner space
lingering eternities tease the thoughts that caress your skin
tugging at the heaviness deep within each and every desire
my soul screams out to you
I don’t want  you to go
I never want you to leave this place
where our love exists somewhere between a shooting star
and your heart’s inner space

carissa-r-poetry2011 © All Rights Reserved

Day 43

We all know what happened on April 20, 2010.  About 5,000 feet under the sea and another 13, 000 feet under its bed…BP was drilling for the world’s gold.  Then, something happened.  I won’t say what happened was due to lax safety requirements solely because of the flag that flew on the rig…because I don’t know, but I can say, what happened wasn’t good.

Forty eight hours later the rig we knew as Deepwater Horizon, which was worth over a half a billion dollars, sank from the explosion and the beginning of the murdering of an ocean and all its resources began.

A few days of investigation and a whole lot of speculation later, the Coast Guard quietly reported the gush as pouring out 1,000 barrels of oil per day as they vow to dive into plans to stop it.  But alas…the initial attempt fails.  With pressure brewing, the ante raised, the Coast Guard changes their bets to the leak more likely seeping 5,000 barrels per day into the salty water.  If you are not familiar with oil jargon… that is about 210,000 gallons.  Per DAY!!!

April 29, 2010 – Obama steps up and promises that every resource available, including the US military will contain the spill (???) and the next day, BP Chairman Tony Hayward humbly accepts responsibility as a representative to the fine company of the tiny Marshall Islands (oh wait, BP has no corporate connection to these islands).  Oh… and he said they would pay all costs of clean up (please remember this statement – for months, maybe even years… please remember this).

Fast forward three days…the real world starts to feel the real effects of the dirty grime when the US officially closes areas affected by the spill for fishing after Obama actually sees the devastation and in less than two more days, the oil introduces itself to the shores of Louisiana affecting its wildlife refuge.

Many failed attempts to stop the leak by BP will follow for the next several days.  It seems that neither a 100 ton containment dome nor shredded up tires pumped undersea accompanied by golf balls are enough to do the trick, but, we must give BP credit for at least admitting that “a cascade of errors, technical, human and regulatory” caused the explosion.  (not leaving any room for error on that assumption are they?).

Meanwhile, the US doubles the no-fishing zones in waters that once fed thousands of people by closing off more than 19% of US waters in the Gulf as the grime inches closer to threaten Florida.  Obama!  Where are you?  Oh… there you are.  He resurfaces again to slam companies involved just as we witness our first victory when BP succeeds in inserting a tube into the leaking well and captures some of the oil and gas (justa little) as the first heavy oil spill sloshes ashore the Louisiana marshlands.

All the while Obama stands and takes personal responsibility for this and valiantly states “the buck stops with me” almost at the same time that BP states that the disaster, thus far, has cost us $930 million.  *sigh* Is anyone else dizzy yet???  Please do not play us with rhetoric at the exact moment that you have yet again failed in another attempt to stop the leak with a complex maneuver to plug the hole. 

So in closing…

I say Fuck BP.

But then fucking them may leave us feeling used or worse… burnt…

Seems to be more questions than answers in this one and I stopped my blog at day 43…imagine the questions that will be asked at day 86…

Battling truth

Truth_by_damnengine

Can it really be four years later?  Almost four years since I first felt something so unthinkable that it knocked me back a few feet, leaving me unsteady but sure?  I blame that sureness for pushing me head first into a battle, I know now, I was nowhere near prepared to fight.  But even still, I wasn’t scared.  Never scared.

My fearless demise.

I faced seventy eight reasons that you were not here with me head on.  Only problem, I turned my back on the one that held all the power to conquer me.  It snuck up on me.  I lived in confidence that you never felt a thing did not even exist.  I slipped.  Slept.  Then, all at once…my valiance was captured and could do nothing more than surrender under the  truth of the matter.  Its force coerced my elbow to raise, fist reluctantly gripping the tattered white cloth of giving up. 

 

Being fearless has shackled me a prisoner once again… only this time in reality… or has it freed me?  

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Funeral_for_a_Friend_by_lessthanernie

Oh the tangled web we weave with the silk threaded thoughts within our own minds
thoughts that keep us in sleepless wonderings
slumberwalking while fully aware

with a heart that loves deep
I built bridges bound with excuse stained
wood grain
tied with hope’s rope
over burning rivers
only to cross over to the other side of you
I set the flames
smoked the embers of faithless acts of kindness
&
beauty betrayed by want

I tore the stitching of my heart
nearsighting the truth
stretching its distance too far for the naked eye to see
all that mattered was the love for you…living in me

deep within its solitude
I am certain it will remain;
far beyond today
tucked away
silently cared for by the trickle of sweet memories
that escaped the ruins of me dangling in wait
for you to love me too

‘one day’ bends its knee in honor
with a promise
to never again speak of this which echoes redundant soaked desperation
that now only embarrasses my dignity

I fought you
so passionately
questions so loud… the answers I could not hear
I apologize… to you
more so to myself
for prolonging the mourning deep into night’s blinding darkness
where the shadows of my words will blend in
&
disappear

my last piece

at last peace

you have always warned me what my desire writes - yours cannot read
untangling myself from silk threaded thoughts of a dream lost
&
never found
finally… I believe you

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