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That Nightly Glow From Above (The moon)
It was a typical night
A light mist flows through the air
The moon sets the mood
Peace is all around us
The nocturnal creatures begin to move
Guided by the light from above
They move quietly, a secret society
Avoiding the risks the day will bring
I hear a howling in the distance
A wolf thanks the moon for the light
As it searches for food in the night
The moon creates a path in the darkness
That luminous object far, far away
Directs the night and sets the pace
A beauty sent by God, Himself
An angel in the middle of the night
The moon even speaks to the ocean
As it silently controls the tide
Sending glimmering water toward us
Then tugs at our hearts as it returns
As we walk on the beach at night
It produces a shadow beside us
Showing us we are never alone
Keeping up with our every step
Couples sit and take in its beauty
Yes, romance is certainly in the air
Holding hands, and even a soft kiss
The moon is inside of us as well
Its paradoxical presence cannot be denied
There for everyone to openly witness
The moon simply cannot be ignored
Its beauty demands our attention
There are man-made light sources
But none compares to our lunar friend
Its glow cannot be reproduced or copied
And we would be foolish to even try
The moon creates a preternatural environment
Stories and images that haunt our nights
They are not real, and we never see them
But the moon reminds us of the possibility
And sometimes we just stare into the sky
Hypnotized by the glorious vision before us
No one can honestly deny doing just this
Its beauty requires our acknowledgment
The moon has a tremendous effect on all of us
Producing a gravitational pull on our souls
It controls our moods and even our plans
As it simply hovers above us each night
Sometimes I just sit for hours on the beach
Watching the waves as they gently come to me
The coolness of the sand below me is so comforting
The glistening light is dancing all around me
It instills a fear with many who see it
A nuance within them has created a wall
Afraid to even venture from their safe zone
Hiding away until daylight finally returns
With many, it brings a capricious attitude
Police swear violence comes with a full moon
Although it may be only a theory
Statistics show it to be an accurate assessment
We look forward to that time of day
The time we refer to as twilight
The sun has dropped below the horizon
And allows for the moon to take its place
Of all that makes up our vast galaxy
Nothing demands attention like the moon
Our eyes are always drawn toward it
And it seems to seep into our very hearts
Rarely, we have a major occurrence
When the moon is taken from us
Earth slides between the sun and the moon
Deprived of light and we have an eclipse
The moon provides us with so much
Our moods, thoughts, and even our actions
Are swayed by that light from above
That beauty with its celestial existence
vic damico (and my friends) 24June2K10
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
hIgHeR
sTatE
oF
coNscioUsnEsS
Everything around me
Seems so very strange
Overwhelmed with confusion
Yet, in a positive manner
My senses seem heightened
My focus is unfiltered
Totally free from obstructions
All before me is easily deciphered
Colors are more vibrant
Sounds are crystal clear
My quickness in perception
Sorts through them flawlessly
My sense of touch is strong
I can feel without actual contact
I draw energy from all objects
And store it as memory agents
I look, but in a different way
I see that which is not there
Even as I close my eyes
My sight does not fail me
I hear voices all around me
Yet they speak not to me
I hear other voices answer them
They all seem so angry
My head aches, but pleasantly
Mentally, I manage the pain
My path is free of obstruction
No, nothing stands in my way
A higher state of consciousness
Has taken me to another place
My mind is no longer my own
And I am living outside of myself
vic damico 26June2K10
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
PASSION IN THE NIGHT
She was no stranger
No one night stand
She was the one
My heart belonged to her
It was a typical night
We had just finished dinner
A glass of wine was shared
Gewurztraminer Kabinett 2004
We sat on the floor
In front of the fireplace
No fire was needed
The heat was in our hearts
She put her hand in mine
A chill shot up my spine
I held her hand tightly
I felt our fingers melt together
I reached with my other hand
And brushed her hair from her face
That angelic sight should never be hidden
Especially from my eyes
I gently stroked her hair
She smiled and leaned toward me
As she kissed my neck, I trembled
Only she could create that within me
She rested her head on my shoulder
I pulled her closer to my side
Her robe slightly opened exposing her breast
We said nothing; it was part of the moment
The thoughts within me
She would never know
I could never tell her
There are not enough words
She leaned and whispered in my ear
I love you
A warmth swept through my body
She had never said those three words
I stood and reached for her hand
And gently helped her up
I held her face in my hands
There was an angel before me
My face was inches from hers
We looked into each others eyes
I could see all the way to her soul
I felt totally frozen
I inched closer and closer
Almost touching but not quite there
Finally, our lips touched so softly
We were both shaking a little
I returned those three words
Not as a reaction, but directly from my soul
She smiled, throwing her arms around me
We, at that moment knew our hearts
I grabbed her hand and led her across the room
As I opened the door, I kissed her again
I pulled her into the room
And closed the bedroom door...
Hey, I can't tell you everything that happened...
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
Overdrive...A Painful Reality...
At first I was amazed
I accepted it as a gift
But as the years passed
My gift became a curse
As a young boy of eight years
I was found crouched in a corner
No physical abuse had come to me
Nor had I been injured in any way
No, this began as a simple flu
Untreated, it advanced swiftly
Fever developed and escalated
It reached an amazing 108 degrees
I spent months in hospitals
Recovery was slow and painful
Finally I was released from confinement
And I knew I would never be the same
Those who treated me said I was lucky
Based on history, I shouldn't be alive
Brains have fried from that amount of fever
With me, the very opposite result transpired
My mind seemed to be stimulated
The thought process has been changed
Everything I see, hear, read or even think
Is etched in my memory in great detail
Thoughts are many and continuous
Even when I sleep, when I am able to do so
Numbers dance in my head endlessly
Evaluating every question before me
I remember every person I meet
Even what they were wearing
What was said and how they said it
Yes, the memories remain with me
I sometimes cannot concentrate
My mind seems to never stop
The memory is like voices in my head
Getting louder as the day goes on
I can stand in the middle of a crowd
Observing all that is before me
As I close my eyes or look away
I can describe every one of them
Over the years my curse has advanced
The endless expressions, motions, and tones
Having formed a memory base within my mind
I can distinguish between truth and lies
I never write notes, no reminders needed
I forget nothing, and it tortures me daily
When I try to blank my mind from all thoughts
It simply adds more to think of and worsens
There is no relief, it is a horrible curse
The inability to relax takes a toll on me
Unable to think only a single thought
My mind has morphed into a sponge
vic damico...07.05.2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
Without you
Stars would fall
from the sky
The moon would
no longer shine
The sun would
hide in the darkness
The wind would
refuse to blow
Without you
Birds would
no longer sing
The flowers would
no longer bloom
The air I breath
would become poisoned
Life, itself would
not be the same
Without you
My eyes would
have nothing to see
My ears would
no longer listen
My sense of touch
would not be needed
My heart would
simply not beat
Without you
The sky would seem
so very empty
The oceans would
be without motion
Music would not exist
leaving only silence
Poets would no longer
have a reason to write
Without you
I would have no reason
to awaken each morning
My days would be filled
with voids and emptiness
My goals and motivations
would vanish into thin air
The world would
simply stop revolving
Without you, I would
no longer be me...
vic damico 07June2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
A Gift From Heaven
I sat in a chair
On my back patio
Taking in the beauty
It is all around me
Clouds were rolling in
Getting darker by the minute
I felt a drop in the temperature
And the wind began to stir
I know this feeling
And I know what will happen
There was a smell in the air
Change is very near
In only moments it happens
Raindrops are on the move
Shooting gracefully across the sky
A gift straight from Heaven
In a very short time
Everything seems wet
That beautiful tapping sound
Of the drops kissing the ground
The rain continues to fall
It is getting more aggressive
I watch as the puddles form
Just a slow gentle miracle
The trees gently sway
Moving back and forth
Just another magic moment
The trees are simply dancing
A cardinal lands in a puddle
Looking around just to be safe
Splashing around playfully
Yes, it was time for a bath
The clouds begin to thin out
Sunshine peeps through the opening
A glorious sight captures my eyes
The sky is blessed with a rainbow
As quickly as it came
The rain simply disappears
Happiness has fallen from the sky
Sending comfort to all below
vic damico 07June2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
Slipping Into A Void
The clouds have rolled in
Gloom surrounds me
Events have transpired
That are beyond my control
Sadness engulfs me
Tugging at my heart
Getting tighter
And tighter
It is hard to breathe
Drowning in silence
It hurts my ears
Longing for answers
Searching for hope
The sky seems empty
Pale in color
I close my eyes
And still see the pain
My heart has slowed
Barely sustaining my life
As empty as the sky
Except for the anguish
My body aches
With endless trembling
My mind is racing
To an unknown destination
With every passing moment
I get more lost within myself
Thinking, thinking, thinking
No clear thoughts come to me
I search my soul
Finding only confusion
I look deeper
The confusion increases
This day is a void
Flowing with sadness
A milestone in life
Of something that was
I must move forward
And untangle this web
Looking at tomorrow
While I miss yesterday
vic damico 11June2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
Searching
I find myself staggering through life
Sometimes unsure of what is before me
Looking in all directions as I search
For the one who searches for me
Walking through glass, the pain is intense
Yet I move on leaving a trail of blood
My heart is dormant with this journey
Weakness increases with every step
My soul sometimes seems empty
Waiting for that someone to fill it
The path before me is endless
I continue with my search for her
The light before me is blinding
My ears are ringing from the silence
Muscles ache with every step I take
The air stings as I breath it in
One step at a time I move on
With hopes of what may never be
I cling to uncertainty and confusion
Why do I see what is not there
Hours pass and turn into days
No closer than I was yesterday
What I do not find today
I will again search for tomorrow
A void within me is stirring
It pushes me in a forward motion
I will search until the end of my days
To find the one who is looking for me
vic damico 13July2010
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
CHALLENGE ME #3
Ok, the challenge is complete...This will be like the first two, and for those who did not see the previous challenges, the rules were quite simple...I decided on the theme, "NIGHT FEARS." What I asked of those who visited was to simply give me a word related to the theme...I used all words submitted in my poem, with no exceptions...The following is a list of the words submitted...
Falling
Footsteps
Abyss
Dormant
Dolls
Dying
Flashbacks
Cacophony
Ruthless
Sardonic
Gasping
Altered
Shadows
Anguish
Sanctuary
Knocking
Sever
Terror
Demons
Hovers
Abandonment
Consternation
Imminence
I want to thank everyone who visited and submitted a word...All words were used; none were omitted...Below is the finished product...
The Secrets Within
The Secrets Within
I knew when I moved into the house
Its history would cause me some unrest
Events transpired that should not have
The house is scarred with memories
Within the shadows an entity remains
It sometimes surfaces without warning
The unexplained is a daily occurrence
When darkness falls, the house is alive
I remember vividly the initial event
It happened the very first night
Ceramic dolls that sat on the mantle
Were found in an upstairs bedroom
Every night would bring something new
Sleep came slowly and sometimes not at all
Throughout the house while darkness rules
Items falling off shelves was common place
The house seems to be filled with anger
That anger surfaces at any given moment
And knowing it has been vacant for decades
It seems to feel a sense of abandonment
The sounds of the night are many and often
There is a pattern, the same sounds repeat
I fear most the one coming from my bedroom
Always at midnight I hear a gasping for air
There is another sound worth mentioning
How it happens is as strange as the event itself
Quite often I can hear a knocking at the back door
Yet, it never happens unless I am in the kitchen
The stairs seem to have a mind of their own
Though I live alone, there is a lot of traffic
It is not at all unusual to hear footsteps
Sometimes going up the stairs, sometimes down
Yes, the house is filled with its demons
They surface nightly with no respect for me
I have a constant fear of what is coming next
Wondering how far this entity will go
This consternation is my own, not of the house
No, this dwelling exhibits no fear at all to me
I am merely caught in the middle of its anger
It seems to understand that I am harmless
There are times when all is completely normal
All is quiet and the house seems to be dormant
I have learned to use this time to just relax
For I know at any given moment it may change
Sometimes in silence things will happen
I never know about them until much later
One morning I walked into the kitchen
To discover the size of the room had been altered
There is truly a presence within this dwelling
A dark cloud hovers above it always
The darkness and the evil seem to own it
It is as if I have been permitted to exist
I have my good days as well as my bad
My fear of the unknown tears at my soul
Just being home creates a mental anguish
My quest for solitude has been crushed
The cacophony within the walls calls me
I dare not answer; what would I say?
So I live my life in complete silence
The sounds coming from the house are enough
Each night as I sleep my mind races
The house never rests; it is indeed ruthless
I try to look beyond the fears of my nights
My mind is simply not equipped to do that
I go through each day wishing for an end
This structure seems to have a sardonic mentality
The thoughts of those who lived here before me
Haunt me with the thoughts of their demise
Seven people lost their lives in this very house
What must they have thought while dying
These were not strangers, no they were family
The house belongs to me; no one was left
I feel a true connection to this place
Even the terror within cannot drive me away
I've grown accustomed to the turmoil
The fear is a part of my daily existence
I feel as though I am in an endless battle
It feeds on my flashbacks of my childhood
It is not unusual for my memories to surface
And be created in the night to follow
So each night as the day fades away
And darkness pushes the sun out of sight
I prepare my self for what it may bring
The imminence prevents peace of mind
You may wonder why I stay in this place
Where most would consider it an abyss
To subject myself nightly to the unknown
And not run quickly to a safe place
I have thoughts of leaving all the time
To just pack and sever this relationship
More than once I have done just that
But the house seems to call me back
I think to myself of what is before me
And as hard as I try, I cannot leave
This place I call home in all of its horror
In reality has become my sanctuary
Challenge Me... #3
vic damico 17July2010
Challenge me... #4
Coming Soon...
Tags: Poetry, Poems, Writing, Vic Damico
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