THE LAST RIDE HOME

(The Motorcycle Accident that killed Kim Hubert, by Robert Margetts..Acrylic paint on canvas)

To my friend

for I cannot speak

words are written through another man

I am sorry,

sorry it ended this way

The pain I caused by my foolish act

I took another life,

not in self defense

And, I took a little of you with me

Forgive me, but do not forget me

for I shall never forget you

And when you are older

take pity on a young fool

Learn from my mistakes

Never again will I touch

Never again will I cry

Never again will I dream

or savor the feel of water upon my lips

But, remember this,

I walk near you at all times

And when you cry for me,

my memories grow stronger

Remember me

Please remember me....

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HUMAN ERROR

(Human error, by Robert Margetts)

Walk with my thoughts

and learn from this cadaverous face

Cry for my pain

and die with the human race...

Breathe my air

and see through my sanguinary eyes

Listen to the hungry children

Can you hear their cries?

Crawl with my severed leg

and touch with my charred hand

Learn from my dry lips

bleeding words into our land..

This is the ballad of our future

We are to blame,

for we are man.

THIS COLD HEART

(Johnny Cash taking ten, by Robert Margetts)

Chilling hearts and freezing nights

and another log burns into tiny embers

as the winds of past whisper tales outside my frozen door.

It was a time when heroes walked in true silence

and tormented children cried into the black night.

It was a time of death in mid light

and evil prowled the Earth for food.

Where trees once stood tall, now gave way to decaying old stumps.

It was a time when love was slavery,

but the chains of obligation that were linked together by iron memories

had weakened and tarnished.

And then as the rising sun met the high wind,

she appeared.

To climb the pyramids of Egypt

To walk the paths of Plato.

She bathed in the Seas of China

and touched the Rock of Gibraltar.

She drank from the cup of Erasmus

and haggled in the bazaars in Istanbul.

It was a time of friendship

of loving one another and making dreams

and crying about tomorrow.

It was a time when friends held hands and believed in today.

And, when the sun set, she went with it.

Memories..

Can you tell me where they go at night?

Memories...

Can you tell me why they won't come back?