Back to the East (were the heart lies) - 2/28/2020. -M.Weisgerber

Whatever may befall thee, it was preordained for everlasting.

From everlasting, sure, there, out

then on to something more.

And the now conscious stars have set aside this moment for happiness, for utter joy.

(If only to keep us from being bored)

But whatever may befall thee, know how it is.

See without belief. Cheer without relief.

It is said that I am to be nothing but a cumberer of the ground.

A sound falling steady.
A breaking at the ready.

Barbara knew that whether she was late or punctual or what had been said..

Yet If the progress of humanity is to be set aside, what need for man to use his puny powers?

It is refusal is dictated by decree which it is bound by which to obey.

Something else to say.

Perhaps an occupancy of that particular corner was set aside?

For who will say that the precise number of shuffles I have given?

What it means, anyways.

Looking at Life anatomically, which is as good a way as any, to say she was predestined

to be a Shoulder.

Be this way.

Be on time.

Just to

B

Hard Sometimes (1/31/2020). -M.Weisgerber..

Its hard sometimes, but my love, shes worth it

Knowing that we arn't alone, seeing these thin streets 

or mighty lanes crammed thick along 

with so many voices, so many strong tales of overcoming;

Our time nearing, strong.  

So it's hard sometimes, my love

But each day to carry on feels worth it

Don't turn away, don't give in to the nightless day,

Tarry on, fight still, for we are forever always

Worth it.

Where my Beaches? (1/11/2020) -M.Weisgerber

Where's my?  (there's my!) beaches, be
Quiet, calm; the many things we cannot, will not
Somewhat tolerate on a long shore.  The roaring pull
Of a dull bore, shaking me, taking me
Home.

For there is magic here, near, beside; everywhere
On every mile hiked, every dune striked, biked; stroke
Ing terror, deep there, amongst the folly of a heart
The gentle slide of land, there, anywhere, somehow
Pulling all of us
Down.

So shake off the sand, boogey long (take my hand love)
To a place that we made for ourselves.
Amongst a time not shared, somehow rightly seen
A quest to the ending; a call from behind
Everywhere, anywhere, my beaches be.

Flesh n Blood. (10/20/19) -M.Weisgerber.

Stuck in a land, a little like my own,
Growing old bones and thick piecemeal confluences
sights unseen
Unsettling, tepid in the knowing, folicules unknown

Missing my opera afficineadoos, the photographers,
who would very much make this work,
This world,
Their own.

Radical Cruelty. (12/10/19)-M.Weisgerber

Delight in it, we all do
Saving face, letting all the others assume

Ladies, I get it: ya gotta save yourselves.
Yet we are in here, drowning too..

Heartbroken (but can still have fun)

Heartshatter (but doesn't mean forever 'on the run')

Bloodletter, once this day is done

Trendsetter, in all the ways we wouldn't' believe

This warning; a note to those with greed
This letter; tome towards those in need.

Feeling Blue (10/31/19). -M.Weisgerber

..this place, it screams of Halloween
An entire dusty landscape, waiting just to pry,
The lids to delve so deep.
What of a soul to take?

Like others I pined for cheap costumed thrills
A kiss upon the midnight streetside theatre
Or else such strange sights to fill me with temptation!
Fighting the slipping, forgetful lore, of the sliding passages
That tear upon the human heart.
Or this inner cry, of thirstless wanton desire.

I found it in such a place once, not
Knowing that I was then so utterly, truely alive.
The main drag full of whistling cold, the bleak
Of a crooked lampshade, beside that sidewalk
Up high, so high as to call me onward.

Its light did not show me many things,
I basking in the endless future, that was even then
Like the sun, the moon around waning, wasting
I did not know, babe, I simply did not know, but
We smiled as we danced round that flame,
did we not?

We made the most, and like the withering glow
Did hold each other so utterly, terribly close.
Crying, daring the dark to theaten how it could
Gave each other a spark, by which to set next year alight

A hope, dug too deep for fallow snow.

So let the eyes feast on this colored spectacle,
As the breeze stills.
As my pen slows, letting mind and heart pause so
As the day fades, as your name changed:
An important point worth remembering, worthy of saying
Adieu.

Interpretation (Oct 30th, 2019). -M.Weisgerber

First Poem Ever Written To Me:
I'm not the kind of girl you'd write poetry about

I don't have a face you'd go to war for

You wouldn't use soft metaphors to describe me

Or risk your life to win me back

Yet I am like a summer's day,

Scorching and unforgiving, even late into the night

Like a great battle,

I leave a wake of wounded.

Rebuttal (Sad n True),

Yea, battle hardened: I get that.

Pessimistic, and hard headed too

I get it all, fought along with the best of them

Cried along with the rest of them

The laughter piling on

The flailing bodies still flailing, smiling, falling all around.

Fight babe, rail against the coming of the hate

Forgetting, burying the worst of them,

(And me?)

Or at least enough to put the sword a down.

A charnel hate beginning to grow,

that dreaded war amoungst ourselves.

Sing then:

Throw a tune out, to see who hums along.