A dream born in my childhood
Watching the birds above
I ached to join them in flight
To relase the grasp the Earth held to me
Climbing trees, and chasing birds
To feel what they feel
To see what they see
The ultimate feeling of freedom I dreamt of
Age catches us quickly
Dreams wither away until forgotten
We continue our lives forgetting our past
The dreams we held, the desires we sought
A walk througha field rekindled a dream
A roar in the distance tickled the senses
I look above the trees as past dreams poured over me
A beautiful silver bird of man saoring over my head
She cut through the air with such elegance
Such a sound of her engines rumbled in my chest
The memories of a dream to fly came rushing in
Oh to be up there with no boundaries I thought
I followed the sound of her engines as she landed
There she sat, a beast from the past
Fueling my desire to sprout wings
The old Bomber beackoned me to follow
I took the plunge and tapped my resources
Hours of lessons and days of frustration
Was it worth the turmoil it created I wondered
The strain on my nerves, and the dent to my finances
Two and a half years went buy,
Hours of study and doubt
I walked out to by bird, heart pounding in my chest
The Examiner watching over my every move
The wheels lift off the pavement and I feel the wind
A feeling of freedom I had only dreamed of
The sound of the engine singing in the background
Making elegant circles in the sky I perform perfectly
We land hours later as I fear the worste
The examiner smiles and shakes my hand
I have fullfilled my life long dream
For I have touched the sky
I fly freely now, not a care in the world
The ground below me as I join the birds
Saoring over the city in my own paradise
Dreams are meant to be lived, and I have lived mine.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Unfailing Wings
His wings cut through the air like a knife.
So elegantly he shot across the sky.
A most beautiful song of all his life,
It rang in his ears as he let out a cry
A cry for passion, a cry for love.
He saw below him his destination.
He swooped down low, following a dove.
It was all now clear, no more love deprivation.
He lands softly in the courtyard,
He turned back to a man, eyes of green.
He looked around, then noticed a bard.
He sang a song, but what did it mean?
A song of days, a song of nights.
The story unfolds in the fields of glory.
Men standing strong yet falling in fights,
While all their wives fall weeping in worry
The man listened to every word,
Knowing the meaning in the bard's voice.
Of man he was, but of soul a bird,
That was always his treasured choice.
He climbed the stairs before him.
Moving oh so slowly.
His heart was leery as all the lights grew dim.
Only time would tell if he'd still be lonely
There, a door, would he open or not?
His always steady hand began to shake.
His heart began to race, he was deep in thought.
He reached for the handle, he had to for love's sake
The door opened slowly to a room of blue,
There on a throne of gold, a woman in red.
Their eyes met as she smiled and said "You".
It was then that his loneliness was dead.
"I've waited a lifetime to see your smile,"
Her words pierced his hear like an arrow
"I am the reason you traveled many a mile,"
It was then he realized he was shaking like a sparrow.
Her voice so sweet her eyes like an emerald.
His palms became damp
No more did his heart feel cold,
It was then he felt on his heart her gentle clamp.
Before his eyes he saw her change
He knew right then he had no reason for fear.
His mind fought hard but found nothing strange.
As she pulled him oh so near.
A gentle kiss she laid on his cheek.
His heart filled up with love from that.
He held her tightly though he could not speak
As she went from woman, to dove and back.
This was the dove he followed through the night
This was his life, his love, the cure for his wounded heart.
For many a year he held the fight,
Now nothing would ever keep them apart.
This story still echoes in every song.
From old to young it conquers time.
It's told in versions short and long,
This is the story of a love that's mine.
Anthony J. Contino, 1995
(this poem was written for someone very special to me many years ago, and will always be cherished. I have seen the lines of this text echo before me many times but never could live it to the fullest. Love is the purest form of fear when not understood. It can be wonderful, or it can be torturous. No matter what we feel about love, when not given a chance, all we do is add another layer of pain and stone to an already wounded heart.)
So elegantly he shot across the sky.
A most beautiful song of all his life,
It rang in his ears as he let out a cry
A cry for passion, a cry for love.
He saw below him his destination.
He swooped down low, following a dove.
It was all now clear, no more love deprivation.
He lands softly in the courtyard,
He turned back to a man, eyes of green.
He looked around, then noticed a bard.
He sang a song, but what did it mean?
A song of days, a song of nights.
The story unfolds in the fields of glory.
Men standing strong yet falling in fights,
While all their wives fall weeping in worry
The man listened to every word,
Knowing the meaning in the bard's voice.
Of man he was, but of soul a bird,
That was always his treasured choice.
He climbed the stairs before him.
Moving oh so slowly.
His heart was leery as all the lights grew dim.
Only time would tell if he'd still be lonely
There, a door, would he open or not?
His always steady hand began to shake.
His heart began to race, he was deep in thought.
He reached for the handle, he had to for love's sake
The door opened slowly to a room of blue,
There on a throne of gold, a woman in red.
Their eyes met as she smiled and said "You".
It was then that his loneliness was dead.
"I've waited a lifetime to see your smile,"
Her words pierced his hear like an arrow
"I am the reason you traveled many a mile,"
It was then he realized he was shaking like a sparrow.
Her voice so sweet her eyes like an emerald.
His palms became damp
No more did his heart feel cold,
It was then he felt on his heart her gentle clamp.
Before his eyes he saw her change
He knew right then he had no reason for fear.
His mind fought hard but found nothing strange.
As she pulled him oh so near.
A gentle kiss she laid on his cheek.
His heart filled up with love from that.
He held her tightly though he could not speak
As she went from woman, to dove and back.
This was the dove he followed through the night
This was his life, his love, the cure for his wounded heart.
For many a year he held the fight,
Now nothing would ever keep them apart.
This story still echoes in every song.
From old to young it conquers time.
It's told in versions short and long,
This is the story of a love that's mine.
Anthony J. Contino, 1995
(this poem was written for someone very special to me many years ago, and will always be cherished. I have seen the lines of this text echo before me many times but never could live it to the fullest. Love is the purest form of fear when not understood. It can be wonderful, or it can be torturous. No matter what we feel about love, when not given a chance, all we do is add another layer of pain and stone to an already wounded heart.)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
On Falcon's Wings
He flew through the night,
On wings of silver and gold
Off in the sitance he saw a beautiful sight
And he knew his stroy would unfold.
Swooping low from the clouds above,
Streaking across the sky
He heard a voice, the voice of a dove,
And he began to ponder why.
Why was he drawn to this place?
Why had he flown so far?
Was it the image of a tranquil face?
Or was it from his heart, an old love scar?
Only time would reveal to him his quest,
He'd have to continue on
He knew this feeling deep in his chest,
Would not be easily gone.
On wings of silver and gold
Off in the sitance he saw a beautiful sight
And he knew his stroy would unfold.
Swooping low from the clouds above,
Streaking across the sky
He heard a voice, the voice of a dove,
And he began to ponder why.
Why was he drawn to this place?
Why had he flown so far?
Was it the image of a tranquil face?
Or was it from his heart, an old love scar?
Only time would reveal to him his quest,
He'd have to continue on
He knew this feeling deep in his chest,
Would not be easily gone.
The Sad Decision
Pain so deep and fermented
A past filled with agony and dispare
Scars that hid away the inner beauty
Forever a feeling of loneliness remained
A time had passed when there was love
That faded away in a moment of betrayal
A Heart buried in stone for an eternity
Never to be shared with another soul
Fear surrounding the sound of peace
Emotions trapped in a shroud of fear
Never again to feel another's touch
The warmth of another's caress now like ice
The thought of love now fled in fear
Running deeper within the soul
a mask now covered a face of beauty
To show only fragments of once was there
But deep in the mind a sound could be heard
The faint beating of a heart in need
The need to be loved was fighting back
Only held in check by a cruel reality
A reality of pain, a fear of loneliness
A contradiction in emotion constantly in turmoil
The desire was there only wanting to be released
But it was clear that no one could share
No one could share the feeling hidden away
For the strength of the pain pushed it deeper away
A war waged on between heart and mind
Only to leave destruction behind
If only the cries of an aching heart could hear
Would the emotions hold strong and find a release
If only someone would come to rescue the trapped
Deep inside a torturous soul never to be loved
An echo is heard deep inside the mind
Knowing that loneliness would always mean pain
A scream in the night ached to be loved
A shiver in the cold aching to be warmed
Listen to the cries that seep from the heart
Remember the warmth of a friendly embrace
The tranquility lost in a long passionate kiss
The serenity of two entangled in love as one
Follow your heart for it knows whats best
The mind may fight but will never win
For the compassion of others will prevail
Allow the emotions to show you the way
When the taste of another lingers on your lips
Continues to fuel the desires of the heart
You will remember the reason we exist
And your fears will wither away to the past
Its easier said than to be done
As many I know embrace their pain
trapped in their own prison of fear
Never to feel the warmth again
It saddens me greatly to know of this fear
The fear that I may never feel again
But I should fight on not letting it win
The pain is weak for its easily fooled
I'll continue my journey through the night
And only hope that my freedom is near
Freedom and safety in the emotions I hide
To be able to walk with my head held high
A past filled with agony and dispare
Scars that hid away the inner beauty
Forever a feeling of loneliness remained
A time had passed when there was love
That faded away in a moment of betrayal
A Heart buried in stone for an eternity
Never to be shared with another soul
Fear surrounding the sound of peace
Emotions trapped in a shroud of fear
Never again to feel another's touch
The warmth of another's caress now like ice
The thought of love now fled in fear
Running deeper within the soul
a mask now covered a face of beauty
To show only fragments of once was there
But deep in the mind a sound could be heard
The faint beating of a heart in need
The need to be loved was fighting back
Only held in check by a cruel reality
A reality of pain, a fear of loneliness
A contradiction in emotion constantly in turmoil
The desire was there only wanting to be released
But it was clear that no one could share
No one could share the feeling hidden away
For the strength of the pain pushed it deeper away
A war waged on between heart and mind
Only to leave destruction behind
If only the cries of an aching heart could hear
Would the emotions hold strong and find a release
If only someone would come to rescue the trapped
Deep inside a torturous soul never to be loved
An echo is heard deep inside the mind
Knowing that loneliness would always mean pain
A scream in the night ached to be loved
A shiver in the cold aching to be warmed
Listen to the cries that seep from the heart
Remember the warmth of a friendly embrace
The tranquility lost in a long passionate kiss
The serenity of two entangled in love as one
Follow your heart for it knows whats best
The mind may fight but will never win
For the compassion of others will prevail
Allow the emotions to show you the way
When the taste of another lingers on your lips
Continues to fuel the desires of the heart
You will remember the reason we exist
And your fears will wither away to the past
Its easier said than to be done
As many I know embrace their pain
trapped in their own prison of fear
Never to feel the warmth again
It saddens me greatly to know of this fear
The fear that I may never feel again
But I should fight on not letting it win
The pain is weak for its easily fooled
I'll continue my journey through the night
And only hope that my freedom is near
Freedom and safety in the emotions I hide
To be able to walk with my head held high
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
In the Beginning....there was Prodigy
Well this may not be a short story or poem but I need to get this blog thing up and running. Let us start in the begining.
I have always had a keen sence of emotion. I may not outwardly show emotion as of late, but many things in my life have brought me down that road. Some of it being MIlitary experiences, some of it being horrific or desasterous relationships. But I have never lost the ability to read the emotions of other very well. Through the years of constantly doing it it has caused some problems. I see someone I like or admire and know that I could make that person happy if given the chance. Either the chance is never given or once I have entered their life after a while my usefullness wears off and they move on. No matter what the case may have been it has filled me with experiences that are so hard for me to keep in. I like to express my emotions, however, life has not given me the opportunity to learn to express them in what is socially acceptable. What I mean by that is when I meet someone I smother them, I rush in like a German Blitzkrieg and end up either wearing them out or wearing myself out and the relationship falls apart. SOmetimes too much too fast is a very bad thing and that is one thing I may never overcome. So this is where Hawkeye's paradise comes into play. Through my writings I am able to find a venue of release. The ability to spill my guts out on paper and not care who it effects or how. I can express love, anger, hate, fear, or sadnaess all within the confines of a few well placed words. Some of these may hit close to home to some people experiencing the same emotion as I at the moment and others may look at it and think I need some serious help. Whatever the case may be this is me. I many times wear my heart on my sleeve, but as of the last five or six years I have locked it away safe, deep in the caverns of my very being. Well I hope you find enjoyment out of anything you read here. And remember, life is short, live it to the fullest for when the day comes for you to depart this world, you depart it with what you came in it with....just yourself.
I have always had a keen sence of emotion. I may not outwardly show emotion as of late, but many things in my life have brought me down that road. Some of it being MIlitary experiences, some of it being horrific or desasterous relationships. But I have never lost the ability to read the emotions of other very well. Through the years of constantly doing it it has caused some problems. I see someone I like or admire and know that I could make that person happy if given the chance. Either the chance is never given or once I have entered their life after a while my usefullness wears off and they move on. No matter what the case may have been it has filled me with experiences that are so hard for me to keep in. I like to express my emotions, however, life has not given me the opportunity to learn to express them in what is socially acceptable. What I mean by that is when I meet someone I smother them, I rush in like a German Blitzkrieg and end up either wearing them out or wearing myself out and the relationship falls apart. SOmetimes too much too fast is a very bad thing and that is one thing I may never overcome. So this is where Hawkeye's paradise comes into play. Through my writings I am able to find a venue of release. The ability to spill my guts out on paper and not care who it effects or how. I can express love, anger, hate, fear, or sadnaess all within the confines of a few well placed words. Some of these may hit close to home to some people experiencing the same emotion as I at the moment and others may look at it and think I need some serious help. Whatever the case may be this is me. I many times wear my heart on my sleeve, but as of the last five or six years I have locked it away safe, deep in the caverns of my very being. Well I hope you find enjoyment out of anything you read here. And remember, life is short, live it to the fullest for when the day comes for you to depart this world, you depart it with what you came in it with....just yourself.
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