careful now!

Where cold eyes

became dark whisper

you may find the wind


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Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle
To: Love bug
Alcona, innisfil, ontario
March 18th 2013
Today I release a message in a bottle, from the shores of Internet sea. Pass it along with hopes of finding its way to her. When she sees it she will know its for her. Will my message arrive? When? By who's hands will it be delivered? So much mystery. Thinking of you always....

I love her eyes

But it's no surprise 
My death was inevitable
They have changed
Her view is deranged
I'm no longer lovable
I could get her back
Rebuild qualities I lack
Even alone that would net a gain
If I sit tight
I could win this fight
We may be a family again
I want her to say
Before my dying day
That I am father of the year
I love our son
He is the one
Who will change the path I steer
What I thought wouldn't cease
It was just a tease
What I could have if I was a better man
I made my mistakes
Again and again for gods sake
Why can't I just stick to my plan
I tried my best
To be better than the rest
But always caused myself to bleed
Held on so tight
Tried to make it right
Wonder if ill ever succeed 
I want to tell her my thoughts
How I love and miss her lots
Hard to do what is best for me
We both made our choice
Despite all the noise
Of others opinions spoke in harmony
Chased her for years
Tried to take away her tears
I need to let her love me
Love me for me
Not what I make her believe
When I try so hard not to be
An actor who shows
Her what she already knows
Is inside my heart of stone
If I put on a play
Plan everything  I say
All fakers end up alone
Ill step back a minute
Watch her go fight and win it
I need to get her out of my head
Climb from the hole I have dug 
Free to fly my love bug
No longer tangled up in my web
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Maybe this peom will reach her in the distant future. She is on Facebook but I am not. I could just message it to her but I cant get over my butterflies. I am too nervous to send it to her directly. 

Foggy Night

Walking down the street on a foggy night
Living in a world so dim with so little light
It's as shrouded as my future seems
And even quieter than my dreams

So foggy here, nothing can be seen
Like a world created from a movie screen
It's quiet here, calm and dark
No people talk, no dogs bark

The street lights are now glowing balls
The fog enclosed streets are like dark halls
Extending a little into the night
Until they are faded out of sight

On this night it's so cold outside
As I wonder what the darkness may hide
Dark creatures with glowing eyes?
People with hearts as black as the skies?

On this night I can't see far
Can't see the light of moon or star
Foggy night, what mysteries do you hold
In the dark and shrouded cold?

This night so still, there is no breeze
To swirl the fog, or sway the trees
And as I walk I hear no sound
Save my footsteps upon the ground

Yet in the dark, there's clarity
Which gives the light by which to see
I now know no matter how foggy the future seems
Like this night, it's full of dreams

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this after taking a walk on a very foggy night, and I wanted to convey all my thoughts and feelings on the walk.

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Painful Darkness


Dust blown off the grave
A tombstone of marble crystal
Written with only one name
Carved in a mixture of silver and gold
A spirit unknown
Bring forth the soul from the spirit world

Grave dug from past settlers
Coffin lowered deep inside a hole
Of bitter anger and pain
This soul committed sins
The mistakes, the problems
Sacrificing of themselves to death

For betrayal, heart of cold
Deserving every feeling they hold
Held in their past, released through art
A change every time a problem passes
Filled of depression from a broken heart
And loneliness they feel on their own

I don't blame them for their hurt
I can see why their's sorrow in words
Art intoxicated with feeling's of emotions
An only way that they can be heard

Secretive to express the name on the tombstone
Starts with a letter, and ends with a vowel
The person you seek was killed in past-life
Was death than, must be dead now
Help the painful words get out
Help us live a life without darkness

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dark expression of a person's past-life.

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Ondine: A Tale of the Sea

Narrative Poems

Deep oceans dwelt in her soft cadenced
breathing, and the song of the seagull
strained in her hair, and her eyes had the hues
of the sunset as they sank in the distance
in hazel-brown skies.

She came unexpected, entangled in weeds,
caught in the net of a sad-eyed fisherman,
and her song had the call of the ocean,
and the call of the wave, and was heard

by all creatures that live in the deep:
the fisherman's nets now are crowded galore!
Bass, salmon, and lobster, bewitched by the song
of the girl who came from the sea!

They made love in his cabin, off the west coast
of Ire, the girl from the ocean and the sad-eyed
fisherman. And her sighs were like magic,
like the surf on the beach, and her moans were
like breakers that broke on the cliffs of his heart.

He was caught in the foam of her spell-binding
songs, caught in the strands of her sand-colored
hair, caught in the breeze of her lips, and the fish

in her mouth, as they loved in his cabin off the west
coast of Ire, and the tide of the ocean, and the wind
of the sea, and the sighs of the girl stole right
into his heart.

Now the cabin lies empty, struck by the wind,
and the waves of the ocean, and the tides
of the sea, and a song that bewitches

can be heard in the distance, in hazel-brown
skies, which glow like the eyes of the girl
who came from the sea.

(c) Copyright Jim Valero, 2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is written in ballad style. It employs cadence, rather than strict meter, to create evocative rhythms. As you read it aloud, you will notice the cadences and the textures built by sound effects like assonance, alliteration, and so on. Repetition works to create a longing, melancholy feeling in this ballad about a mysterious love by the shores of lovely Ireland.

Music of the Night

Love and Romance

Here, on this side of the valley, the night
spreads her jeweled dress upon the ancient
lake beneath the Autumn moon.

I can hear the lapping of the waves upon
the grassy banks, while Zephyr dances
on the diamond-crested billows, and crickets

chirp their strange songs to the stars.

Here, on this side of the valley, the night
spreads her mystery of ages upon the lives
of men, sparkling ciphers over cloudless

sable skies, as she has wont to do since
Time first was and man and woman fell
in love beneath a bright new moon,

spell-bound, as we now are, by
breathless beauty and the music

of the night.

--(c) Copyrght Jim Valero, 2012.

Another moment

As I stroll the ocean floor
I turn my head to find a corpse
Certainly this I can't ignore
as that thought fades
so does the corpse from which I walk away

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I woke up in this cabin, locked up with a body next to me, No head, no arms,
just legs and feet. I tried to stay calm but this smell had me alarmed,
And then i looked around, to find a camera pin to the ground.
Then i hear a voice in this weird sound, hello Wisdom, who are you? saw?
No, im going to gut you raw.

He killed the wanted construction worker, and i was next, then a message came through in a text.
It read we been tracking you, and the new killer is the camera dude.

He walks closer and closer with a axe in his hand, blood driping and here the killer stands,
swinging the axe, i pulled the matt and roll flat, to land on my back.
The axe miss i pissed, not because i was scared, but my head was split now aint this a BITCH.

The cops never on time, but here is my life on the line, BAM the door kicked in bullet to the head of the camera man. He went missing when we tried to give him a award, he had sufferd a nub. You went missing at the same time, so i guess the case were all mine. THE INOCENT CAMERA MAN BECAME MADD WITH A VENDETTA TO KILL HIS DAD. YES IT WAS MY SON ALL ALONG THATS WHY I ENDED UP IN MY CABIN HOME.

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A lost man broken and torn into two, still breathing his last breath he leaves a clue.
leaks of blood in a shape of a screw, i thought to myself he has been killed by who?
Walking into the woods i found a hard hat in a tree, im trying to picture what can it be?
A screw,a hard hat, whats next? look it's cemented tracks.

Im closer and closer to solving the mystery death, next thing you know i fighting to catch my breath.
A plastic bag caught me with silence from stealth, it was so tight i couldnt call for help.
Slowly i reach for my hip, squeezing the trigga on my gun, making his body flip.

Im gasping for air, i give this object a stare, my eyes a blure, but i know its a sludge hammer thats there.
I now have the last of the clues, a sludge hammer, a hard hat, cemented tracks and a screw, i check the time, dued im late for supper.

If you still didnt get it, the mystery is a construction worker.
The man was broke into two by the sludge hammer, but this man i shot was wearing a camera.
Another unsolved mystery

Author's Notes/Comments: 

can you solve this mystery if you did comment me if not then tell me your thoughts.

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