I endure
the painful walk.
By broken homes
and empty houses
through deferred dreams
and broken promises
I endure
the painful walk.
By forgotten graves
and smug faces
through credit cards
and grinning bankers
I endure
the painful walk.
By sweat shops
and corrupt corporations
through my allegiances
and misconceptions
I endure
the painful walk.
By our abusers
and their financers
through the streets
and the crowds
we endure
the painful walk.
dull droning voices
regurgitate drained doctrines
devoured by droves
of undiscerning disciples
but i cannot see
and i cannot hear
dissecting the dogma
my decision dawns
i must drift away
down current
where i am free
to dissipate
Like melodious music
The wistful words
Of ghostly muses
Whisper wisdom to me
Inspiring my imagination
Directing me onward
I am not alone
You are not alone
We are not alone
The world is alive
The muses are alive
We all are alive
We need only to listen
Without judgment
Or senseless division
To hear the music
And the message
Of all our muses
exhaling beasts
and burdens
with gentle
calm breaths
consciousness
slowly dissipates
veil of silence
peacefully unfurls
alone and
surrounded
ecstasy ripples
from head to toe
freedom finally
realized
truth here
and now
Cold breath
expels outward
as I step out
on an icy morn.
Frosty air engulfs
my senses
sending shivers
up and down my spine.
The coldness seeps inward
encasing my heart in ice.
It pumps frozen blood
up and down my veins
and I coolly continue
to capitalize the world.
As the first sliver of light appears from beyond the horizon, I sit and ponder while the world lights up. The fiery orb in the sky slowly rises bringing unobscured luminosity to the morning sky. It’s light now, so I prepare to write.
I am ready. I’ve been waiting for a long time. My fingers begin their familiar dance. Back and forth they move whirling up and down the keyboard. Words begin to appear on the screen. It is then that I know that I am back.
The day has begun and my mind is clear. The time is now. Always now. No more waiting. No more purgatory. I inhale the cool morning air then slowly exhale. I am where I have always been, where I belong, and where I will always reside. I am home.
In My Father’s Eyes
by Cody McCullough
In my father’s eyes
I see blue
I see the past
I see Christmas morning
The desert
The deer
I see love
I see my dad
In my father’s eyes
I see warmth
I see the present
I see the unseen
The memory
The Marine
I see love
I see my dad
In my father’s eyes
I see us all
I see the future
I see the grandkids
The family
The friends
I see love
I see my old man
In my father’s eyes
I see me
Like a cadaver,
I lie cold and still
as my layers
slowly strip away.
With each written word,
my cocoon is cut away
leaving me naked
and vulnerable.
First, my skin
is peeled back
revealing a cache
of hidden words.
My muscular system
is then dissected
making my stanzas
fall
apart.
rules and punctuation
are then lost
as my skeletal system
is dislodged
finally my nervous system
lies absent all its layers
revealing the hidden
inner truth of my being
but i am not dead
and i am not alone
instead i write on
with everything revealed
the past was good
even if it wasn’t
it’s hard to let go
of what you had
tomorrow will be good
even if it won’t
it’s hard to let go
of what you want
yesterday’s gone
tomorrow never comes
one a memory
one a dream
both dangle
false reality
lost in time
lost in my mind
this is my last day
trapped in time
as I release everything
and live only for today
turn
the key
open
the door
enter
the realm
read
the words
seek
the truth
decode
the past
live
the present
create
the future
escape
the myth
become
the light
free
the mind
Cody McCullough Writes: 