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— Douglas Gilbert
Don’t Die On Halloween
Wishing you Happy Halloween though
I am afraid to lose you to the Angel of Death.
I hope all the spirits are benign or
at least gentle in their games. The night
can be a grand costume for the stars
that twinkle with love and some spirits
in the dark are angels so bright to protect
beyond the flashlights we brought to look for monsters.
But this day
I don’t want you to die
even if your ghost would not scare me.
Oh God, let you stay in the flesh
because you have never made me
afraid to love you,
to touch you, and the moon
was never scary at all. Oh no
didn’t we laugh at it
and howl with such joy
that we could be feral
running everywhere that
the moon shines forever.
— Douglas Gilbert
Fickle
Sometimes I am grand fickleness, because I am not real, although I have a sense that
I’m entertaining and there are things to be learned from the clown.
I’ve grown tired of the Sun, because I don’t want to rise or fall, no not at all;
I just want to be
and if ever I would be loved
I’d feel steady and I’d feel like I could close my eyes
and still feel flashes of love, and like flutters of the butterfly
you’d give me an embrace that would save me
like I could be love in the world with you
not staggering when I am crying, but just
dancing in a conversation that tells all
— Douglas Gilbert
Sunrise Symphony (Draft 1)
He says:
If you knew what the sunrise
really meant to me, when we
looked in the colors of us, and
when I felt like I could sing into the
rose of the sunrise, and knew
your thorns were not for me, then,
I know you wanted to be bold
and seize me in your arms
because I know you know
I’m kind and wouldn’t crush you
in my embrace
and neither will you prick me
because you are not the rose bush
but the flower who in many colors
loves me when you
arise in a divinity
we can share
in our garden.
She says:
Though I am of the Rose complete,
my thorns are for protection
from those who’d harm me
But this Rose
has sweet dreams of you
and if you will come in love
I will burst my blossoms, and
rain my petals of love on you, if
you will not be a bee who stings
but the sunrise for a couple symphony, and
the Sun bursts with rays like
the strings of a violin:
love in a couple duet
with the perfume of the rose
and the glow of the sunrise.
— Douglas Gilbert
She Could Be Queen (Draft 1)
They’ve made me President of a small island
a dot in the Pacific Ocean, almost a rock
but we rock and roll, and I hoped
for the blue calm and the love rock
but she came to me and said,
“Mr. President I have worries. ”
So I took her into the Palace
and I loved her like a daughter
and she was so safe with me that
she has grown proud and magnificent
and unlike me she is not arrogant at all
and I like that so much, and
if she could be Queen I think
everyone would love her like I do.
— Douglas Gilbert
The Big Bang (A Day) [Draft 2]
If there’d be a day when
I speak my imagination,
ramble on just because
there might be a gem
in something I say; I’d say
hooray, but
no I can’t get to the point.
There’s something sharp
about wisdom, and I
have a piece of the puzzle
but my chatter disguises it
because I am the least of you
and I have the nub of a love
like when I slice strawberries,
save the sweet part for you
and I eat the funny part
near the green because
I can snatch the green goddess
and when I pinch it off
it doesn’t seem to mind at all.
I love it when
there is a force in the world
that doesn’t mind me too much.
Sometimes I don’t mind the bitter
because there is so much sweetness
and if I can reach the oasis,
so lustfully will I drink, and if
you are there I will
laugh so long that joy
will be an endless bubble,
and if anyone should prick it
I will kiss them like the universe.
If you could love me
I’d share you with everyone
because you are beautiful, and
I love you like a big bang.
If there’d be a day,
I could imagine peace
could imagine us,
a Goddess, and Love, or
as they say,
whatever.
Ha!
— Douglas Gilbert
A Day
If there’d be a day when
I speak my imagination,
ramble on just because
there might be a gem
in something I say, I’d say
hooray, but
no I can’t get to the point.
There’s something sharp
about wisdom, and I
have a piece of the puzzle
but my chatter disguises it
because I am the least of you
and I have the nub of a love
like when I slice strawberries,
save the sweet part for you
and I eat the funny part
near the green because
I can snatch the green goddess
and when I pinch it off
it doesn’t seem to mind at all.
I love it when
there is a force in the world
that doesn’t mind me too much,
Sometimes I don’t mind the bitter
because there is so much sweetness
and if I can reach the oasis,
so lustfully will I drink, and if
you are there I will
laugh so long that joy
will be an endless bubble,
and if anyone should prick it
I will kiss them like the universe.
— Douglas Gilbert
Fiction (Draft 1)
Oh I hate I’m so much fiction, and
I’m thinking I should die
I don’t really have a book worth anything,
don’t really have a life, can’t sing well
can’t write for me, for you.
Oh why can’t the world
look at my word —
sometimes when I dream
it seems like
I am open, and
there is still an embrace, but
I can’t
and I’m so sad.
I think when I drown
it will be good, because
somebody
doesn’t want me to surf.
I have no idea
about the wave —
such things are mysteries.
There is an ocean, and
and I love the sound
out my window
every morning when
I hear both crickets,
the surf, and softly you, and then
I wonder why I can’t
write your song.
Maybe it’s because
I’m dead.
I can’t do this
can’t even write
my obituary, because
it’s too damn formal, and
requires compliments, and
in my life reviews, I am sorry
about every day, and every
mistake, but I know you
have never been one, and
I thank you.
— Douglas Gilbert
Cheerful News
Cheerful news: the Earth
is tearing itself apart,
many million dead, but
I have a ticket to Mars and beyond,
know the pilot: she’s bringing
Champagne, grape vines and
she’s having my baby.
— Douglas Gilbert
The Lies (Draft 1)
Oh geez it hurts so much
hurts so much, sing the chorus now
hurts so much, yeah it
hurts so much
had a girl
and she went away
thought she’d be a goddess
and now she doesn’t love me
and neither does God.
He’s thrown me away
and she doesn’t believe in me
Sing it, sing it, sing it:
Oh geez it hurts so much
hurts so much, sing the chorus now
hurts so much, yeah it
hurts so much
Oh God, who is never around when I need you,
you are absent and irrelevant because you have no power in the real world.
You have no weapons against the evil that I see.
When I call for you, you never come.
You can not ever be seen as benevolent
when pain is so endless.
And this pain is such a hell
that I fear not more,
I just fear that
there has never been love
at all, and
existence is a lie.
Sing it, sing it, sing it:
Oh geez it hurts so much
hurts so much, sing the chorus now
hurts so much, yeah it
hurts so much
And nobody has
ever prayed for me —
I don’t even think she did
Love has gone away
and there’s nowhere to pray
There’s already hell here
and what would there be
I think I’d rather have a Goddess.
had a girl
and she went away
thought she’d be a goddess
and now she doesn’t love me
and neither does any God
of any kind or
any kindness, because I know
Oh geez it hurts so much
hurts so much, sing the chorus now
hurts so much, yeah it
hurts so much
If she is not a goddess
who is?
But anyway,
I don’t want to worship
I just want to love.
— Douglas Gilbert
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