The Phoenix Rises

A PEACE Of My Mind!


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EYE OF THE STORM

Down by the seaWashed up on the shore

Driftwood rests

In a slumbered state

That the storm didn’t want anymore
Polished by the waves and the rocks

Bleached clean by the salt and the sun

It had made its way across one end

Of the large ocean

To another end
Disappearing for a time

Till the storm was done
And made it back to land
The rains hit the desert

Leaving the cactus to drown

Turning it soft and brown

Until the sun came back

And dried up all the sand

Leaving the cactus to flower

And enjoy the land
But I never spoke

Never uttered a word

When you and I grew stronger

Coming out

From the eye of the storm
We held each other close

Stood tall in resolve

Never wavered in the winds
But when it was over

I don’t know why

We just moved on
Did you make it

To New York?

Did you see the skyscrapers?

And eat Chinese food?
I made it to the end

To see the sun set

I finally smiled

When I saw the palm trees

That lined my view
But I couldn’t help think

Where I’d had been

Without you

And getting stronger again
After arriving

Out of the eye of the storm.

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THE DAY IS DONE

THE DAY IS DONE
It seems that sunset has come

I just wish

It came at a better time

My day just isn’t done
My list

Is just too fucking long

How can I ever do it all?

The time must be wrong
I wish

I had done things differently 

How would I know

That time would follow me so closely?
Did I take on more

Than I could chew?

Did I take too long

To smell all the roses?
Did I not give enough

Love to you?

This is my life

The questions that life poses 
Today is done
Maybe I could have been a banker

A lawyer

A doctor 

A movie star

A pastor

A hero

A savior

Or a humble baker

Making you tasty treats

Oh, life can be so sweet

Just kicking cans

And not having

Any plans
I wish

I could feed the hungry

Save the animals

End the wars

Open closed doors

Help the blind see
Just hold me

Just hold me
One more time

One more time
As this day is done.
COPYRIGHT 2017. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


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MAGENTA HEART

Twenty years agoI met her, not far from the beach

I’d never recognize her now

I hear her hair is colored in bleach
She painted me a picture

On an old white canvas

Of her heart

After some time together

Had passed
It was painted in oil

With a TV on in the background

She labored night after night

Very focused, she toiled away
It wasn’t red

It wasn’t quite purple

Outlined in black

It was magenta

And when she finished

She finally went to bed
The next morning she handed it to me

And as a fellow artist

I looked at it with respect

She wiped the brow of her lip

And said, “It’s anatomically correct”
She gave it to me that day

And said it was her heart

I didn’t know what to say

She put her thoughts, dreams, hopes, and fears into her art.
Her magenta heart

Still hangs on my wall

Sipping my coffee 

I’m still waiting for her to call
Life against her

Placing it’s bets

15 years of memories

I still have no regrets
Despite all the sadness

I wish I could quit

These goddamn cigarettes
It tears me apart

That all that I’ve got

Is her magenta heart
Like her life

Her paintings soon faded

Her eyes changed from bright colors

Like someone who is jaded
But I still hold that painting on my wall

Years and years later

And look at it every night

From spring until fall
Dressed in my flannel pajamas 

All cozy and comfortable 

Before the next storm

Her heart looms over me

To keep me warm
I don’t know what the girl

With the magenta heart

Is doing today

But if I could know

I’d like to hear she’s okay
Her magenta heart

Still hangs on my wall

Sipping my coffee 

I’m still waiting for her to call
I wonder if she ever

Wanted it back

15 years of memories

And feelings I never lack
Despite all the sadness

I wish I could quit

These goddamn cigarettes
It tears me apart

That all that I’ve got

Is her magenta heart
But for me that’s got to be

good enough

For me that’s got to be

good enough
A magenta heart

is good enough

It’s got to be

good enough

The only picture I’ve got

Is her magenta heart

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IF

If I could go homeBack to my mother

And help her in the yard

With her garden

I would
If I cared enough

And really cared

About myself

I’d do all of the things

That I really should
If I dropped my sword

And my shield

I’d stop this battle

That haunts me

And move on
And if I could have

Kept you

And given you

All the happiness in the world

You wouldn’t have gone
If

If is such a bad word

It looks back in time

And it sounds so absurd
If doesn’t mean anything

Although it gives you

Something

To hope for

When you just don’t anymore
If

If there was an if

I wouldn’t be here
Now
If I was a plane

I would soar high

Above the skies

With the wind

Whipping against my eyes
If I could fix

All that I have broke

If you believed 

In anything

I could have spoke
If you were here

Now

I would have fallen 

In your arms

But it’s only a dream of mine
If

If is such a bad word

It looks back in time

And it sounds so absurd
If doesn’t mean anything

Although it gives you

Something

To hope for

When you just don’t anymore
If

If there was an if

I wouldn’t be here
Now
If

But it’s only a dream

Of mine now
Of mine
Now
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Aleppo

Families
Just tending to each other

A father, a son, a daughter,

And a mother
Families

Just living their lives

Their parents and the kids

Their husbands and their wives
People

Who wanted change

Only for the better

Then things got strange
War

Not what anyone wanted

Destruction

Not what anyone wanted
Lives

Brought to ruin

Praying for peace

That it comes real soon
Aleppo

Aleppo

Where can anyone go?

To find peace

To find love

Just to survive

And feel at home
Syria

Innocent people

Innocent lives shattered

For someone else’s game

Syria

The world cries for you
Just want

To go to the market and eat

Hang with friends

But it seems

Like this hell on earth

Can’t ever be beat
You pray to God

For this to end

Hoping that someone

Will come and help
Aleppo

Waiting for the day to get quiet

Hear a bird sing
Syria

Will the children ever sing again?

Will we ever hear them playing and laughing?
Syria

Will your heart heal again?

When this is over?

When will this end?
Will the sounds of screams,

Will the sounds of cries,

Ever go away?
Peace

We pray for peace

We know it’ll come someday

And for Syria

We all hope it’s today
Peace

Such a sweet, sweet thing

The sweetest of the fruits
Peace

Such an easy thing

Right now, so hard to find
Syria

Waiting at the window

Waiting for a glimpse

Of peace

Waiting for peace.
COPYRIGHT 2017. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.