The Cross
Month: March 2015
Goodbye
An eagle flies over the land of his home
As he soars of winds of love alone
The chill wind makes eyes cry
As he searches for love in an empty sky
Wings tire from an eternal search
Growing more weary they begin to lurch
Unable to beat them any longer
He succumbs to the wind which grows stronger
Eyes moist with pain and sorrow
On the winds of love he’ll search tomorrow
Kelly “Boy” Dugan
11-10-1992
My first poem
Red Tears On Pale Cheeks
As you cry your tears of blood Tell me am I good enough To come to the place above Is this your master plan?
I speak to you on bended knee Byt you never answer me Is this my truth and destiny Or is it just your master plan?
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The bottles I drink 100 proof No answers in the bottom or no truth Have I done enough to be man Is this your master plan
When I cry salty tears For I lost through these years Faced my demons screamed at fears Is this your master plan
Ward 22 Christmas Carol
Good morning my love do you know today is Christmas day? Come with me to the window, we can watch the others play On their bikes and flying kites, family picnic in the park In an hour we have to go because your treatment starts You cant eat Christmas lunch my love you are nil by mouth The family is not here anyway, they are all home way down South Yes I sent your letter to Santa, he must of got I am sure It broke my heart to read all you wished for was a cure The doctor will be here soon, they will soon wheel you away I will sit here waiting and scared on this Christmas day I think if things were normal, if you were somehow the same To be outside and not to her you cry through another night again All I want for Christmas is to just hear you laugh and smile The doctors here, please don’t fear I will see you in awhile. On this Christmas day, the children play while you are in surgery asleep I sit alone by the telephone, hum jingle bells and weep
Hiding From Shadows In The Shadows
In dream places where the shadows don’t go she sits waiting for me.
Her long blonde hair on the wind dancing around her upturned face.
Here the demons claws cant reach skin or tear at your face.
Here, she waits for me.
In the battle I fight I wear armour guilded with symbols of hope and a sword sharpened with dreams.
They know my name in the shadows and they whisper of me with their fork tongues.
No demons have touched her she bathes in only light, here.
They will come for her and I will wait for them.
I know them well, they wait till the shadow falls on her.
She knows of no such things, these awake place nightmares. she hears no whispers feels no claws.
She tip toes like a ballerina so gentle is her way.
Leaving a soft breeze in her wake like a butterfly kiss on the wind.
She knows the warmth of love not the void it leavez when it is gone.
She sits in the dream place I sit outside the door fighting her demons till my fight is gone.
Peace in the Forest. Oil on canvas, 2011
Mummy
I won’t be coming home mummy, tomorrow or today
I won’t be coming home no more the angels took me away
Please do not be sad mummy or shed another tear
I a in a place with a friendly face, no one is sick here
I am sorry that I left you and I am sorry that I made you cry
I am sorry that I was sick and I am sorry that I died
I will be waiting here for you, when your angels come
You will hold me again and I will whisper I love you mum
I asked them if I could stay but they said it was time
It seems your heart stopped the day they stopped mine
I know that you are hurting and keep asking why?
It was so soon after we said hello we had to say goodbye
I am waiting with a lady who always makes me smile
She tells me all about you and we visit once in awhile
So I am not alone here I was met by someone
A lady who misses you to, she says she is your mum.
Kelly “Boy” Dugan
The Awake Place
Sleep my love my little one
Fade away to black
Dreams await you my love
Projected onto eyelids
Whispered into your ear
Angels dance quiet here
Tip toe through slumber
Smiling unto you
My love my little one
It hurts sometimes
In the awake place
Slip away now
Just for a moment
Be peaceful and quiet
Swim in your dreams
While they are there
They are everywhere
Yet somehow nowhere
I will wait here for you
Now and forever
When dreams are over
You will awake and see me
Here waiting my little one
For your return
To the awake place
Kelly “Boy” Dugan
My Pile Of Dirt
Surely it is better to be laid to rest under a well tended pile of earth than a unkempt gilded tower?
Kelly “Boy” Dugan
Boundaries
As soon as you believe it is impossible
It is
The only places boundaries exist
Are in you
Say you can’t
You won’t
It is easy to say something is impossible
True strength is proving it never was
Kelly “Boy” Dugan