My Dad

Sunday around 4:06 am, my Father, Joe Horace Mucker Sr, passed away..........

At Peace.....

October crisp air

Full moon hanging in the sky

People running around doing busy thing

One early Sunday morning

Still dark outside

A lot of things for me to do

I am ready to run my course

Phone begins to ring

Start to answer

Barely miss call...I press redial

My sister at other end gives me the news

My Dad is at peace

Darkness Again

Darkness Again

This ever-pressing fear has swallowed me
I don’t know if I can find the strength
To cast off its far-reaching grasp and
Reclaim my identity

My heart is filled with joy
My spirit with pride
And yet I am shadowed
By a sense of dread

How does it find me?
Why does it stalk?
Where does it lurk that I can not see?

It reaches a place that feeds my core
Takes pleasure in my struggle to evade
Holds my essence in bondage
Brings the darkness to me and crashes it over me
Like a grim reminder that I will never be free
From its hellish grip

Perhaps it can be appeased
Maybe reasoned with
Could I convince it to leave me in peace?
To find its sadistic pleasure somewhere else?

No, this is my burden
This is my curse
Stop that is what it wants
To convince me that I would have to battle it alone

No more can it hold sway over my life
Nor shall it gain another measure of dominion over me
I have discovered that which the darkness fears

It can only take you if you choose
To isolate and segregate your self
From those whose love strengthens your own

The darkness fears friendship

lyric undertone of life

Poetry is the lyric undertone of life, the pulsating current that at one time brings a quiet vivaciousness to ordinary situations and generous subtext to the extraordinary. The elegant, almost sublime textures of a football game are enhanced by its startling brutality. Birds calling out to each other, some seeking a mate, others calling for a parent emphasize the fragility and majesty of life's constant circle of wonder. Poetry is in the heart, mind and soul of us all. It fills us with a passion of simple things and a need for complex textures in a world that by nature is both chaotic and ordered.

Order

People try so very hard to maintain order in a world that is inherently chaotic, while I concern myself with a more focused corner of my mind.....

Betrayal

What do you mean I can't trust anyone?

Why do I have to keep things to myself forever more?

How is it no one takes care of their own house

Before going in to someone else's

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again

The pain is there

So is the fear

Why can't I bring anyone near my heart?

They claim to understand

But all they want is to control

To insinuate and regulate

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again

I thought I had left the darkness

Finally to break free of this haunting night

Funny when I stopped to smell the roses

All that crap came back to me

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again

Why have you betrayed me?

Was I not good enough?

Or strong enough

It seems I was convenient enough

Or is it you who is betrayed

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again