The Stiff

The Stiff

Today I watched as another room mate

Got his  body bagged and carted 

Last night two Medics rolled him in around eight.

By this morning he’d departed

The way the sounds and shadows crept

Kept me riveted to my bed

While a Lady in Black packed him into a sack

I prayed that he’d indeed be dead

It was a most disturbing morning

Add to that another night and day

Can’t seem to shake this eerie sense of mourning

For some strange stiff they rolled away

Wonder if he had friends and a family

Saw one hospice worker sit and leave

I must be very depressed to be so impressed

Instead of breaking down to grieve.

© 2012  David Brunoehler

Talking With My Father

Talking With My Father

 

This morning I woke up with questions

About what happens when I am dead

So I closed my eyes and asked my Father

I am amazed at what He said

 

He laughed and said, “Go ask your Mother.,

She’s the softer voice you often hear

As She mothers Earth and human nature

She’ll alleviate your fear

 

Don’t you worry ’bout your ever after

Or concern yourself with how I’m praised

I am grateful for your love of laughter

And how much hell you raised.

 

As One who wants for nothing

The thing I find most fun

Is to feel the surprise when you realize

You and I have become One!”

 

But what about me? And being free?

And my personal individuality?

I went through hell to develop my self”

He whispered,” While you’re Home you can be all three,”

 

Instead of asking “How?” I thought back one big “WOW!”

I knew The Man had a plan that is greater than

Any thing I could ever foresee.

Now that I’ve been touched, I don’t worry much

I’ll go home more peacefully

 

 

© 2012 D\Brunoehler

ELSE-WHERE

Else-Where

 

You’re running rounds in my dreams tonight

Like a top 40 tune I wish I could write
I need to make up a few
New memories that we
Could carry like tunes
To put us in harmony

 

For every reason I’ve been out of sight
I’ll keep writing up wrongs ’til things turn out right

And if that doesn’t repair

Why I wasn’t there

I’ll pack up my heart

To take it back to else-where

 

But isn’t that the way it’s always been

Always on my way out

When my heart’s wanting in

And haven’t we been through this all before

Might as well settle down here

At else-where’s back door

 

The very first time I looked in your eyes

I made you promises that turned into lies

And for whatever reason

Things got turned around

If I keep looking else-where

They’ll never be found

 

If I could make up for lost time, I would

How does one make a memory turn back into good

Is there some other way I

Can make it okay

I’ll forget about else-where

And this time I’ll stay

2012 David Brunoehler

 

 

         

 

To the Door

To the Door

 

 

 

It secretly pleased him to pay for his love

Cash in advance for a night

Discretely took chances he thought nothing of

Dashing as if out of sight

 

The day they released him a light from above

Flashed his old fancies away

Completely erased of them push came to shove

Crashing with out much to say,

 

Stranger things happen than this all the time

Sudden reversals of fate.

Dangers exist so mankind can survive

Changing the ways we relate

 

Take care when considering passions in life

One fantasy begs for one more

The reason sex offenders are running rife

We haven’t yet shown them the door!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 David Brunoehler

The Cracked Black Bic Pen

The Cracked Black Bic Pen

In his hand was a bleeding

Cracked black Bic pen

Right beside it, a notebook

He’d half written in

On the pages were song words

His heart longed to sing

As black ink stained a finger

That once wore a ring

Though the note book held pages

Of his unsung songs

That cracked black Bic pen

Withheld what went wrong

As the ink kept on bleeding

Across his cold hand

It provided a reading

Even I’d understand

We’re free to make choices,”

The ink started out,

Inside us are voices

We all think about.”

The thing to beware of

Is when they say,’Doubt’”

That’s when you get quiet

And they start to shout.”

As the story unfolded

I listened in awe

To this ink pen’s life lessons

From a dead poet’s paw

Learned the man lived in ‘maybes’

He could never decide

Last I heard he went crazy

Picking ties till he died

Not only did I learn

From his fatal flaw;

I learned from a cracked, black

Bleeding Bic Ballpoint

All the ins and the outpoints

About Karmic Law.’

A Note to all Poets

Who wish to do well

Don’t dangle in doubt

Heed no voice that yells

Keep writing new song words

And bring back ink wells

And remember the reason

You picked up that pen.

In truth it will free you…

In doubt; do you in

© 2012 David Brunoehler

I Will Fall

I Will Fall

Took a few falls

On alcohol

Had a spill or two

On some pills

And my stride – it broke

That time we smoked

As a kid

I rolled down hills

Kinda liked the feelin’ of fallin’

What a thrill, as I recall

And I still am reelin’ Darlin’

Cause for you

I’ll always fall

 

Had a pile up

On roller skates

Parachuted once from a plane

Though I don’t do dope

A bungee rope

Offered falls that drove me insane

Cause I liked the feelin’ of fallin’

Never wanted it to stop

And when I’m around you, Darlin’

My head spins

And then I drop

I will fall like the river Niagara

Fall even with a Viagra

Fall in love when I’m near ya

Yes I will

And I’ll fall from Grace if I have to

Plop my face in a fondue

Fall in line just to see you

Yes I will

Did a jack-knife

From diving boards

Dove a Flying Swan

Off a cliff

Down the stairs

I fell

And lived to tell,

When I looked back

My neck felt stiff 


I’m so fond of the feelin’ of fallin’

Often chuckle going down

And when I’m around you Darlin’

My knees buckle

To the ground

Broken ribs, a hip,

Ankle bone and toe

That’s what’s grown from

Seeds that I’ve sewn

Now hospitalized

Where nothing’s more despised

Than a fall

The biggest no-no!.

Even if asleep is all that I’ve fallin’

I must lie on bed alarms

And  if you come visit,Darlin’

They will rig one

on my arms

I’ll go head over heels

For the way that it feels

Like the way I felt,

On the day I fell

For you

;;;;;;

©  2012 David Brunoehler

Country Club Tension

Country Club Tension

Here, have a Cuba Libra

To relieve ya

From your hot, hazy, humid

Stupid

Country Club tension

 

How ’bout another Mai-Thai

You seem so dry

In this hot, hazy, humid

Stupid

Country Club Tension

 

Tanning on the lawn – yawn

Millionaires in rattan chairs

Check each others’ swim wear

Shaded eyes hide jaded stares.

Another dry martini

In Bikini

Better yet make it dirty

Flirty

Wet apprehension

Who’s drinking whiskey sours

Oh, they’re ours

One more round’s a tad risky

Frisky

Chad has your room key

Cunning in the sun – fun

Shooting from replacement hips

Slick expensive lo – tions

In the palms with pool-boy tips

Am I the only one who feels out of place here?

Would it be better if I were a member?

I’m sure they all know best

Since I’m an ‘uninvited guest

I think I need a Gibson

For the onion

With a warm Bloody Mary

Very

Good with White Russians

Now mix them in a blender

For this bender

I am starting today till

I’m far away

From this stinking

Drinking

Social invention

Once I’m far from here

I might have a beer

And did I fail to mention

I will down one shot

Every day I’ve not

Set my booty in snooty

Country club tension

 ©  2012 David Brunoehler

Facelift

Facelift

 

Have you seen my smile

The one I always wore

It’s been gone a while

Not this long before

 

Where is my youthful grin

The one I’m famous for

I can’t help wonderin’

If I’ll wear it anymore

 

It makes my face look sad

My first impression – mean

I’m really not that bad

My gladness goes unseen

If I turn up side down

My face will make a shift

And as I loose my frown

I find I’m smiling up side down

With this gravity face lift

 

© 2012 David Brunoehler

I Don’t Want to Live Forever

I Don’t Want to Live Forever

 

Here’s the way our story started

It’s my favorite one to share

Lived together then we parted

Now I long to go back there

 

Followed you through Indiana

And I’d do it all again

Back to Terre Haute

Or places more remote

Just to be with you my friend


I don’t want to live forever

I just want to live with you

If that takes another lifetime

Don’t know what I’m gonna do


In between us are the chapters

Of the other lives we knew

All the laughter ever after

Won’t replace my time with you

 

I’m grounded out in California

Odds of going home are thin

But I’ll be glad to wait

To meet at Heaven’s Gate

Then eternity I’d spend

 

But I don’t want to live forever

If it won’t be lived with you

Before it comes to other lifetimes

Be with me till this one’s through

 

I don’t understand forever

It’s a place erased of time

I barely comprehend

Right now, and then

How to leave the past behind

 

If I could look into the future

I’d predict a happy end

A life of luxury and pleasure

Won’t equal moments with my friend

—- Music Break —-


Followed you through Indiana

And I’d do it all again

Back to Terre Haute

Or places more remote

Just to be with you my friend


I don’t want to live forever

I just want to live with you

If that takes another lifetime

Let it be lived with you, too

 

 

 

 

 

I Don’t Want to Live Forever

Here’s the way our story started

It’s my favorite one to share

Lived together then we parted

Now I long to go back there

Followed you through Indiana

And I’d do it all again

Back to Terre Haute

Or places more remote

Just to be with you my friend


I don’t want to live forever

I just want to live with you

If that takes another lifetime

Don’t know what I’m gonna do


In between us are the chapters

Of the other lives we knew

All the laughter ever after

Won’t replace my time with you

I’m grounded out in California

Odds of going home are thin

But I’ll be glad to wait

To meet at Heaven’s Gate

Then eternity I’d spend

 

But I don’t want to live forever

If it won’t be lived with you

Before it comes to other lifetimes

Let’s hang in till this one’s through

I don’t understand forever

It’s a place erased of time

I barely comprehend

Right now, and then

How to leave the past behind

If I could look into the future

I’d predict a happy end

A life of luxury and pleasure

Won’t equal moments with my friend

—- Music Break —-


Followed you through Indiana

And I’d do it all again

Back to Terre Haute

Or places more remote

Just to be with you my friend


I don’t want to live forever

I just want to live with you

If that takes another lifetime

Let me live it with you, too

I don’t want to live forever

I just want to live

With

You

© 2012 David Brunoehler

 

 

 

When I Am Free

When I Am Free

When I am free

I’ll no longer be weighed down with problems

All my doubts and indecision

Will be left behind

No more hurt or pain

Will I entertain

Nothing more will bother me

When I am

Free

When I am free

I’ll no longer need to ask permission

All my thoughts and intuitions

Will be clear and right

I will understand

Who I really am

And begin to bathe in light

When I’mmm

Free

Finally,

Almost time to let go

Just when I don’t know
Nor should I

It will be

A release of some size

A familiar surprise

Awaits me

When my body and mind

Are both left behind

Once again I’ll arise

And see

Friends on white opal sands

Extending their hands

Singing songs with my family

A harmonious welcome

Awaits by the sea

When I am free

When I am free

I will loosen up my grip and let go

Sigh goodbye to frets and ego

To become renewed

All that will remain

Besides my name

Is the love I’ll still carry with me

When I am

Free

.

When I am free

There is no such thing as foreign language

No more need for war and anguish

All that falls away

Every misery

Gives into gravity

As I blend with wind and the day

When –

Finally

It’s my turn to return

Oh how I burn

To get there

Gracefully

Like a Phoenix I’ll  rise

See without eyes

Old embers

Up from ashes of me

Until I am free

To begin to be

Infinitely

With my wings open wide

I lift up and glide

And then soar into

Forever more

All the love I’m aware of

Becomes part of me

When I am free

When I am free

I’ll return to a home I’ve longed for since birth

God‘s reward for living on Earth

Where no one grows old

Though I can’t explain

I  could make the rain

Turn to lacy white flakes when it’s cold

Or  place rainbows

When I am free

We will gather round and tell our stories

While we open Morning Glories

Singing hymns of praise

Lighting Fireflies

Helping paint the skies

Doing chores like this eternally

When  I am

Free                                                      –

Free

Free

Free

Free
© 2012 David Brunoehler

© 2012 David Brunoehler