The Trailer Park Sage's MySpace Blog | It--s Always Raining in My Head

MySpace

dancing star

Get my banner code or design your own banner

View Steve the Trailer Park Sage's Blog - Most Recent

Select A Blog Category To Browse:

-=[Subscribe to Steve the Trailer Park Sage's Blog]=-

"I want to open my eyes to music
and close them just the same.
I want to laugh at all my troubles
and shed no tears in shame.
I want to dance while I am working
and sing when I'm alone.
I want to kiss you in the moonlight
and make the universe our home."

Click Here to Rate My Poetry at PoetryBlogRankings

MySpace.com | rss | sign in

The Trailer Park Sage

Last Updated: 5/23/2009

Send Message
Instant Message
Email to a Friend
Subscribe

Gender: Male
Status: Divorced
Age: 51
Sign: Aries

City: Houston
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 1/15/2006

Blog Archive

[Older Newer]

/ /

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Pieces
Current mood:

lonely
Category: Writing and Poetry

Pieces

Would you hear us if I beg for lost light,
rail against our shadows, curse the dark night?
Without light, would I be hidden from your view
or just appear askew?

Could you see us if silence covered me,
voiceless in our song, a muted lover's plea?
Without sound, would I be hidden from your view
or just appear anew?

Should you search for me if I disappear
sifting through your touch like a sandy tear?
Without form, would I be hidden from your eye
or just become a lie?

Will you trust that the pieces that are me
will become your certainty?

(Add Comment) |

6 Kudos

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Thoughts Like These
Current mood:

lonely
Category: Writing and Poetry

Thoughts Like These

I'll see you
across an endless sea.
You'll smile
when you sense my stares.
You'll wonder
if we've met before.
We have.
In our restless prayers.

Are you out there
thinking thoughts
like these?
Are you out there
waiting?
Will you know,
like I know now,

that our storms
are soon abating
that only chance
keeps us apart,
that fate unhindered
binds us.
That eternity
can only start

the moment

time

unwinds us.

You'll see me
on an empty street.
You'll pause
till I sense you there.
You'll wonder
if I'll come to you.
I will.
In our answered prayers.

Are you out there
thinking thoughts
like these?
Are you out there
waiting?

----------------
Now playing: Ben Harper - Alone
via FoxyTunes

(Add Comment) |

19 Kudos

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Echoes
Current mood:

contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

When you lose someone, for whatever reason or circumstance, you have to let go. Let the past be the past, good or bad. That's the company line...anyhow. The truth is, the past has a way of lingering, even if only faintly.....like an echo.

Echoes

I heard your voice

in the wind today.

I paused a moment,

but it just went away.

It's was just a memory,

a memory,

just a lost,

soul-less

memory...

to me.

I hear distant sounds

from a black hole cave.

It's hard to remember

if they're sounds I should save.

I'm barely listening,

listening,

I'm not even

listening

for you.

I can't hear the music

when I see your face.

Just meaningless murmurs

from a long forgotten place.

I'm only listening

to echoes...

echoes...

echoes...

You're just a memory,

but I can't stop

listening

to echoes.

----------------
Now playing: Pink Floyd - Echoes
via FoxyTunes

(Add Comment) |

13 Kudos

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Love in Flames
Current mood:

amorous
Category: Writing and Poetry

Is it just me....or do thoughts of love seem to come more incessantly late at night? Sometimes it soothes....sometimes it burns..... Either way is good.

Love in Flames

In the quiet of the night
Before dawns revealing light
Love is flame that lights the sky
She is the only reason why.

She rests safe in night's repose
Flames dance above and below
Out of reach but still in sight
She is the quiet of my night

Breaking dawn becomes the light
Love in flames has taken flight
Lost within the light of day
Morning truth holds love at bay

Bring the quiet of the night
When love's bright fire is my light

----------------
Now playing: The Doors - Light My fire
via FoxyTunes

(Add Comment) |

12 Kudos

Thursday, October 30, 2008

If Only
Current mood:

numb
Category: Writing and Poetry

Last Sunday evening my ex called to tell me she would not be returning my boys after their visit. She would not be taking them to school Monday and wasn't sure about Tuesday yet. She gave no indication that she would ever be returning them. She would not give a reason other than she felt it was in their best interest.

Neither reason nor demand changed the situation Monday, though she did inform me that the boys probably would not be in school at all this week. I had desperately not wanted to involve the police but sometime Monday night I realized that I really had no choice. About 3AM Tuesday morning, midway through my second sleepless night, I wrote this poem.

If Only

Let me disappear in courage
My deepest fears remaining masked
Let my anger become focus
Forgive the harshness of my task
Let the minutes flow unbroken
End this endless time
Nothingness brings no comfort
If only I could cry

Let me rest within soft shadows
My nightmare finally released
Let my silence hide in silence
Forgive my selfish peace
Let the darkness grant me slumber
Hide the music of my mind
Nothingness can almost comfort
If only I could cry

At the police officer's behest (and under threat to arrest her and take her to jail) my ex released my boys to the police, who immediately turned them over to me. Four o'clock Tuesday. I cried.

(Add Comment) |

18 Kudos

Friday, October 10, 2008

My Night
Current mood:

determined
Category: Writing and Poetry

My Night

I dared the night to swallow me
Leave me blinded hopelessly
Paint my soul in its darkest hue
Hide me from all judging views.

Still light seeped through night's darkest veil
Steadfast though distant, almost pale
A timeless glimmer from afar
A hundred thousand dancing stars

I let the dark relax its hold
And bade the quiet bathe my soul
Released by tiny hopes of light
Light in my heart and in my night

Currently listening:
A Little Night Music (1973 Original Broadway Cast)
By Stephen Sondheim
Release date: 1998-11-10

(Add Comment) |

22 Kudos

Sunday, August 31, 2008

An Honest Mistake
Current mood:

angsty
Category: Writing and Poetry

An Honest Mistake

It rained this morning.
I could have sworn
I saw you dancing
in the puddles
water trickling from your hair
like teardrops.

I could have sworn
I heard you laughing
at the thunder
your eyes afire
reflecting the lightning
like mirrors

I thought to join you.
I even looked for our umbrella
but it wasn't where you'd left it
Still, I had to join you.
So I dashed outside
into the rain.

I looked for you beside the puddles
but I didn't see you dancing.
I was puzzled for a moment
Till I remembered that you'd left me
And I remembered you don't love me
anymore

I felt so silly
thinking that I saw you
An honest mistake
I'm sure,
but I stood there beside the puddles
listening for your laughter in the thunder

water trickling from my hair
into my eyes
and down my cheeks
like teardrops.

(Add Comment) |

28 Kudos

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Hold On
Current mood:

amused
Category: Romance and Relationships

http://goanimate.com/go/movie/0SCdGzgzYytA?utm_sou...

..

Love is easy....love is impossible....so....just hold on.

(Add Comment) |

14 Kudos

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Two fer.... "Like the Sand" and "A Man"
Current mood:

romantic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Two short little poems written the past couple days. Hope you enjoy.

A Man

Without a dream
to brace his steps
or an answer in his heart.
With no beginnings to inspire
and no endings clear in sight.
When the last
of all his burdens
creates a dozen more
and mornings become heavy
with the hows and whys
of sleepless nights
A man tries.
A man still tries.

~~~~~~~~~

Like the Sand

If memories were silted sand
sifting through your unclasped hands
falling with a thousand grains
till barely a single one remains
within your hands a grain of love would linger
if clinging only to a single finger
and maybe then you'd understand
my love's eternal...like the sand.

(Add Comment) |

10 Kudos

Friday, August 08, 2008

Alpha, Beta....Phi (a poem and a mini poetry challenge)
Current mood:

amused
Category: Writing and Poetry

Alpha, Beta....Phi

A lonely thought occurred to me
borrowed from lost tragedy
contained within a shielded heart...
destinies dismissed.
Early morning melancholy
framed by loss, or perhaps just folly
grasping onto broken parts
healed by mundane lists.
It's nothing but soiled reverie
juxtaposed on memory
kisses ending at the start
lost within time's mist.
Mesmerizing parity.
Nothing grows from apathy.
Order from a broken heart
Persistence dulls remiss.

Ok.....if you didn't figure it out.....the challenge is to write a poem in which the first words of each line are in alphabetical order. In other words....the first word of the first line starts with A, the first word of the second line starts with B, the first word of the third line starts with C....etc. You should at least go A to P but I promise not to call the SWCP (Silly Writing Challenge Police) if you go longer OR shorter.

Have fun, tell your friends and please post your results.

Currently listening:
Alpha
By Asia
Release date: 1996-03-19

(Add Comment) |

14 Kudos

Monday, August 04, 2008

Thoughts of You
Current mood:

romantic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Thoughts of You

You were
the last thought I had last night
before I shut my eyes.
Then I dreamt of you
dancing barefoot
in gossamer silk
and smiles.
Alone
in a moonlit meadow
with an orchestra of stars playing
music to the skies.
A silent rhythmic wind
blew flowers in the air,
and gently lifted you
above the groundless miles.
And like a silver mist
you vanished in the night.
You were
the first thought I had this morn
when I dared open up my eyes.

(Add Comment) |

22 Kudos

Friday, August 01, 2008

I Don’t Believe
Current mood:

mellow
Category: Writing and Poetry

I Don't Believe

I don't believe
I ever really knew
what you meant to me,
what I meant to you.
I don't believe
I ever understood
that you could leave, or
that you would.

And the memories
are singing in my mind.

Arias and lullabies.
Songs of hope.
Songs of lies.
I lost you
in a sad song
without tears.

I don't believe
in dreams come true,
but I hold on, because
I believe in you.

And the memories
are singing in my mind.

(Add Comment) |

14 Kudos

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Hide Within the Endless Time
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hide Within the Endless Time

Time reveals the unmasked faces
that dream and long for better places
each consumed by its own pointless races
running hard but losing ground

Countless doors are left unopened
Convenient promises easily are broken
Forgiving words remain unspoken
Ignoring riches found

Enabled by false memory
Wallow in forced reverie
Heed false prophets best unseen
Trust lost for truthful sound

Hide within the endless time
Wait for the meanings to one day rhyme
Hopeful poetry for hearts and minds
Just fruit left out to brown

Stumble to the timeless end
Lean on consoling truths that bend
Last breaths fortuitously defend
The very waters where life drowns.

(Add Comment) |

10 Kudos

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

California Storm

This is a repost from about 15 months ago....with a few revisions. Originally I wrote this using a random picture as inspiration. I'll come back and post the picture if I can find it. Hope you enjoy.

California Storm

just a summer shower
rain
nothing special
till i saw you in the courtyard
hands on the back of your head
face lifted to the sky
alone and only
something spiritual
in the way the rain danced on your pale skin
beading and skating off as if you were a marble sculpture
just as i realized i wasn't breathing
you took a deep, soul cleansing breath
and lowered your head
when you opened your eyes
you were looking at me
a tiny smile at the corners of your lips
you shrugged your shoulders
your lips parted into a breath taking smile
well, it took my breath
but i managed to smile back
an instant before you turned
i fell in love with you as you strolled away
a wildflower swaying happily in the wind of a summer storm...

Now, I cannot tell
if you were ever real.
I can see your smile, your ivory skin
the dark earth brown of your eyes.
I can even smell the musty finality of the fallen rain.
But I can't tell you where I was
or when you were
or even if.
Did you happen in my self absorbed youth?
Are you a dream only now remembered?
Just an ideal buried in a poet's yearning heart?
Doesn't matter.
I suppose.

a wildflower swaying happily in the wind of a summer storm...

I remember you.

----------------
Now playing: Mamas & Papas - California Dreaming
via FoxyTunes

(Add Comment) |

20 Kudos

Sunday, July 06, 2008

If I Tell You
Current mood:

hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry

Usually, for a Sunday, I would try to post something lighter, upbeat, sweet even. But nooooo......not today. Unfortunately, limited free time (I worked 12 hours Friday, 13 hours yesterday and will put in about 10 or so today) means two things...."write when I can" and "post when I can". So I'm posting now with what I have.

There is a long, complicated story behind this poem....one I haven't the time or inclination to elaborate on right now, but to give some clarity...."you" in this poem is my daughter.

If I Tell You

One normally abnormal day
I turned from you and looked away.
I told myself that I was pondering
the right things that I should say
to express to you
my confusing and destructive lack of pain.
But when I finally felt I could explain
I found that I had lost myself
in an endless blinding rain.
You turned and ran.
I understand.
You couldn't watch me sinking
in the drowning sand.
You were still a little girl,
I thought.
No truth
could help you comprehend
the battles that I fought.
Yet no reality
could keep me from ignoring
the understanding that I sought.
I could not be the man
I'd always been.
I convinced myself that I was shielding you
from a remorseless suicidal sin.
But every mindless apathetic action
shielded only me,
and then
hurt you once again.
Now
every moment
of every day
I pray you're there
like me
waiting
for the end of silence,
the only cure for this despair.
And I cling to the baseless hope
that if I tell you I still love you,
you will care.

"Hope....is the best and last of all things. Without it is only time.
And time pushes at our back like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away,
until it nudges us into oblivion..."

----------------
Now playing: No Doubt - Don't Speak
via FoxyTunes

(Add Comment) |

24 Kudos

Older Posts