http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry Fri, 01 May 2009 21:35:32 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en At the end of the shotgun, you find the stock... At the end of the stock, you find the receiver... Beneath the receiver, you find the trigger... In front of the trigger, you find the magazine... Above the magazine, you find the barrel... At the end of the barrel, you find a head... Inside the head, ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=130 There once was a dove I loved, True as an angel from up above, The dove was wholesome and the dove was free, The dove meant so much to me. But I grew greedy and the dove grew mad, She found someplace with more than I had, The dove flew away and never returned, If only the ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=129   Sitting in silence, pain is muffled... My pen becomes a rigor-mortis singer... Thinking he's erased the death of a gutter, road kill dove... It leaves me speechless... The old pen writes my sympathy... ...to the frog, rat, dove who loved him... ...moonshine creates beauty, never dying... just empty.... ...always empty... ...and regretful to what is gone. http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=125 We will count together, My best friend and I, We will count together, As each day goes by. One crimson wound for each day that we suffer, One scarring memory for each day that's tougher, Reaching down deep and feeling me within, Knowing my tragedy, my sickness, my sin. It will keep my memories and make me warm, It ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=123    Just a thought as I look off into space, I must have been thinking of the tracks on your face, When I shut the door and threw out the key, When I gave up on you, like you gave up on me. I packaged my boxes and bundled my bags, The things I called riches ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=120 No matter the pangs, the pains we've been through; Forgetting the troubles and things done to you; Despite all the anguish and and the regretful skew; I want you to know I'm happy for you. Ignoring the hurt and all things gone sour; Even though my hopes been devoured; I want you to know your smile ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=119   I am not a slayer, a separated, or a saint. I am just me, doing my best. Through countless years of failure, I’ve lost all desire to care. How can I always lend a hand to others, But ignore the cries of pain within myself? It brings me joy to think of your smile, But my emptiness ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=118 You want me to forget you, And you want me to move on, Although I keep on trying, The thoughts will not be gone. You're up there in the heavens, So far and out of reach, And even though I feel for you, I feel like a leech. You may call it obsession, Or love or want or need, And ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=117  [I]: What a tremendous day to care about something... [She]: I think I'll go away now... [I]: Another day at the theater gone by... ...I'd like to try a different performance, but this is the only role I can land. http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=115 Stillness, a silence intact, Staring off at the bazaar of life with no tickets, Hearing the tick-tock with no venture and no gain, Just a solemn numbness. A lucky prick might lead to blood gushing through, Or at least some kind of feeling, For I desire to feel the sensation of ecstasy's blissful release, Rupturing amid a ... http://www.edyakabosky.com/poetry/?p=114