(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its bad

To first see, I try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three not so friendly Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins in my past

Nor the hurts I have caused within the life I lived

These ghosts that haunt my present day and night

Whether they be good or bad they are part of life

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

Ghosts that haunt us, with them we all must sleep

Today Is The Past: As We Breathe It

To the days that have passed, with us along for the ride

A salute to all of our yesterdays, with our smiles up or down

Spend little time on the stripes received, that we’ve not earned

Smiles on faces seen, but on some, with time, names forgotten

One’s own bed, finally its peaceful, quiet, snuggle in, smile, cry, pray

Loved ones, one by one, through time, left our arms, not our hearts

Snapshots of peaceful times, some on mind, some caught on print

Years gone by, do our memories really fade, like the whisper of time

Patriarch in your forties, not something ever longed for, or wanted to see

Your children, and now theirs grownup, to ignore you ever breathed

Things we have done wrong, own them, sometimes, some peace will follow

Yesterdays ill’s, we can’t hit replay, change mistakes or the hearts broken

History is today, don’t be the butt of tomorrows viral You Tube joke

Yesterday is now our past, good or bad it’s over with, like breath, it’s gone

Mistakes can haunt the human brain till we let them put us in a grave

We all could be dancing the Texas two-step tomorrow, with God’s Angels

Such bliss we seek depends on today, not the shadows of our past, unchangeable

We all choose our path, I hear the kisses of the Angels down in the holler are really smoking!

(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its evil

To first see, then try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three not so friendly Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins

Nor the hurts I have caused within my past

These ghosts that haunt my present

Whether they be good or bad

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

These ghosts that haunt us, we all must sleep