From the Ashes of a Murdered Dream
By Mark Cisper
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From the Ashes of a Murdered Dream - Mark Cisper
From The Ashes of a Murdered Dream
By Mark Cisper
Poetry
Copyright © Mark Cisper—November 2014
ISBN—978-1-312-68080-7
Cold and Empty Bed
I want to go home,
And yet I do not.
I want to lie down and sleep,
And yet I do not.
For you see,
My bed at home
Is cold and empty.
I’m tired of going to bed--
In a cold bed--
In an empty bed.
I’d like to think that
After a long night at work,
That I could come home
To a bed that is warm
And there is someone
That I can hold.
To come home to a bed
With a woman lying there,
In nothing more
Than her firm and soft skin,
Waiting for me to get home
So she can hold me or make love to me.
I got to say,
That’s one Hell of a dream.
Or should I say,
That’s one Hell of a fantasy.
Dream or fantasy,
The sad truth is,
When I go to sleep at night,
It’s in a very cold bed
And it’s oh so empty.
Cold and empty bed--
The bed has room for two,
And yet only one
Occupies my bed.
It’s a lonely bed,
And when I climb in,
It’s so cold...icy cold.
I’m tired of a cold and empty bed.
I would almost do anything,
To come home to my bed
And find it occupied with a lover,
And when I climb into bed
It would be so warm--
Warmed by the heat
Of my lover’s body.
Then we could make love,
Or hold and cuddle each other closely,
Till we both fell asleep.
Yet tonight, I know,
When I go home,
I’m going home to a...
Cold and empty bed.
As every night before,
And many more nights to come,
I will go to sleep in a...
Cold and empty bed.
Visions
Visions of blood.
Visions of bodies lying on the ground.
Visions of dropping bombs.
Visions of destroyed buildings and towns.
Visions of soldiers.
Visions of prisoners.
Visions of war crimes and rapes.
The visions of war.
Visions of prostitutes.
Visions of racists.
Visions of drugs and dealers.
Visions of gangs.
Visions of drive by shootings.
Visions of the homeless.
Visions of preachers.
The visions of the city streets.
All of these horrible visions,
You see them every day.
Do you just want to close your eyes
And wish that it would go away?
Well, go ahead, go to sleep.
They’ll just come back in your dreams,
And this time, you can’t get away.
You just can’t get away.
Every day, you see it
In the color of life, on TV
Or in black and white,
In the printed words
In your daily newspaper.
Perhaps if you turned
Off your TVs and radios,
And don’t read the newspaper,
You could get away.
I don’t think so,
Unless you locked yourself
In your home for total solitude.
You can run...
Oh but you can never
Ever get away
And you can’t hide.
Visions of war’s
Bloody destruction,
And visions of drive-by shootings
Killing our young kids,
No one can hide; they’re here,
So we must do something
To stop these horrible visions.
Again
My darling, darling,
Darling, darling, Dyan.
I want to be with you, again.
I want to hold your hand, again.
I want to kiss your lips, again.
I want to touch your face, again.
I want to smell your hair, again.
I want to hold your body close to mine, again.
I want to look into your eyes, again.
I want to feel your skin, again.
I want to make love to you, again.
I want to make you mine, again and forever.
Oh, but I know,
I shall never have you again.
I just want you to know,
You brought a new light
Into my heart and soul.
You taught me how to love
And you gave your love to me,
Without a second thought.
You made me aware,
That I can love,
And that I
Can be loved.
Thank you, my sweet Dyan.
I love you.
This came into my head,
And I wasn’t going to write it down,
But then I changed my mind.
For you see, it is
You--You are my inspiration.
I know I can’t have
You by my side again,
So the memory of our love
And the pain of losing you--
It inspires me to create.
I write about our love
And the time we spent together.
I also write about the way
You were taken away from me.
And I write about
How I feel lost
From losing you.
Sometimes as I wrote
Poems about you and write letter to you,
I begin to shed some tears.
Sometimes, a lot of tears
And other times, a teardrop or two.
Even now, as I write this,
A teardrop is forming in my eye.
Not just