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LIFE'S IMMIGRANT STILL WANDERING

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:16:45 -0400

Life’s Immigrant still wandering

By james a. galgano

Coming by land bridge then across inclement sea

In search of game, then fame and a new destiny

Escaping drought, famine, social turbulence and persecution

With diverse backgrounds defining variable desire

Upon landing culture, class and gender intersected

Hierarchies developed, deconstructed and were redirected

Power struggles arose and status quo was protected at a cost

Simple explanations were religiously created at a severe cost

Othering occurred at an increasing degree to determine

Who belonged and who deserved preferential design

Upon these constrictive constructs nations were designed

Built upon the backs of past histories written in blood

Often upon unwritten page where color lines were created

To co-opt and confine cultural and class as well as gender rage

Escape, indenture, and then slavery were justified by religion

And then verbal constructs and written decree at the expense

And in the name of liberty within each mind of entering immigrant

Legal lines and boundaries were drawn over protest and others expense as if determined by deity and bloodlines construed

Who should rightfully lead and whose aims should be subdued

Religion, status and then science were often nefariously used

To promote and then limit each individual and group aspiration

In the founding then maintenance of each blossoming nation

Battles were fought and wars won on the backs of persons

Whose own histories required more serious reflection

Nevertheless without much more direction then desire

Similarities were defined as differences and want over need conspired to promote as well as subjugate immigrant hopes

That would within a different paradigm be more easily relate

To what we each had in common, but ruling class was so easy to obscure, using fears of another as if such claims were assured

Economies grew and were legalistically protected once more

As if some man made deity had injected a justification for this plight

Along with benign and malignant procedures which justified

Might makes right and promoted some created manifest destiny,

As well as who should rule and be rules often into perpetuity

Colonialism gave way to nationhood and nationhood each region or state upon written word based on nothing more than deluded claims to promote and protect status at the expense of why others came, thereupon boundaries were precariously drawn and redrawn

As if to in surety define who should lead and/or be lead throughout time, despite the turmoil and despair it created

Elected and un-elected rulers declared this was the only way

To proceed and it did often with consequences underlined by the consent or decree determined by officialdom in all its intellectual

Declarations that this had been pre-ordained by obscure manifestation, upon these ideals boundaries were redrawn

And ideologies grew at the expense of the many and in the name

Of those ruling few. Time passed and with it justification became increasingly complex, new lines were drawn and new laws arose and genuflected

Upon the monuments built of those previously misdirected to secure

The status quo of a time long past yet still in control would remain so. Industrialization, modernization and multinational claims

Were each used in time to justify this disdain for the many seeking

A dream or escape if not temporary stay until enough was earned to return home one day across the inclement sea in search of a home away from in perpetuity. From such ideals world wars, neo-colonialism, revolutions, and reorganization grew in the name of the many but in the aims of protecting those few whose lineage seemed to justify their rule as well contempt for the shifting masses they saw as willing tolls to machinery soon automated and alienated

Divided and conquered as civilizations long past in justification

And realization as if by deified decree as if this still held sway

Over the rest of a subjected humanity. Despite these invisible boundaries

immigrant dreams crossed onto hopeful plateaus of tomorrow

in search of individually realized reality for each generation

To follow in realizing of what they thought should be enjoyed

If not by some then all of humanity as if they shared an equal role thus and equal share despite the fact this ran counter invariably to

Who desired to remain in the drivers seat to drive their own rightful place through others more cultural, familial desires and needs upon this ambiguous foundation we still find ourselves embedded as if by some human constructed decree on who is chosen to rule and/or be lead into perpetuity. Though centuries have past

And civilization ideals forthwith have become visibly complicated

By the continued views and confines of gender, ethnicity and class

The same moribund ideology of status clings and confuses to rule to the last. Using the lies of the past to remain forever in control

Not only for each heart and mind but each undefined soul

While the environment crumbles in prosperity’s name and the future remains hostage to ill-defined claims we find ourselves still seeking our own individual aims as if we were not all surely in this together to promote salvation and/or destructive calamity

Here is where we find ourselves immigrant still to the borders we have constructed to define and promote our finite will over tomorrow only our children and theirs will inevitably see

Upon an inclement sea of our own making and rectifying hopefully

zerde: ”Unutmakta üstüme yoktur. O ‘ayrıldık’ der , ben unutur...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:23:19 -0400

zerde:

”Unutmakta üstüme yoktur.
O ‘ayrıldık’ der , ben unutur sevmeye devam ederim !”

SHE MAY

BY JAMES A. GALGANO

NO STARDUST IN THESE SWOLLEN EYES

TEARDROPS SING TOO FAMILIAR TUNES

TO SEE BEYOND SOME MUSAK MELODY

WAITING FOR HER TO SPEAK

WHILE SILENCE CREEPS GENTLY INTO A WRINKLED SMILE

HOLDING BACK THE MOUNTING YEARS

BLACK AND WHITE RAINBOWS KNOW HER NAME

THEY LAUGH ALOUD WHILE SHE SINGS

TO MOONBEAMS BLINKING IN UNSHADOWED SUNLIGHT

COUGHING QUIETLY TO CLEAR THEIR THROAT

OF ILLOGIC QUIETLY WHISPERING

TO SOMEONE SHE ONCE KNEW ONLY YESTERDAY

DESPAIR WEARS HER OLD CLOTHING TIGHTLY

EMBRACING THE FLESH SO MANY CRAVE

FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS IN PASSING

AS GLANCES FREEZE UNNOTICED BY HER TEARS

FALLING FREELY AS THE SECOND HAND RACES

QUICKLY PASSED TOMORROW’S QUICKLY BROKEN

PROMISES NAILED TO A WORN WOODEN DOOR

I THOUGHT I ONCE KNEW HER NAME

SURELY I WAS MISTAKEN AFTER SHE HAD TAKEN

EVERYTHING I HAD TO SPARE

EXCLUDING THE COLD EVENING AIR CURTAINS

THAT FELL ABRUPTLY UPON OUR ONE ACT PLAY

WITHOUT A LYRIC TO ACCOMPANY OUR FRACTURED MELODY

ALONE IN UNLIT UNKEMPT ROOMS

WHERE WE NEVER MET ON LIMELIT STAGE

TIME OFTEN IS DECEPTIVE IN THOSE SULLEN MOMENTS

AS SHE WALKED AWAY CURSING INCESSANTLY

A NAME I NEVER KNEW AS MY OWN UNTIL TOO LATE

SO THAT IS WHERE FATE DRAGGED ME

KICKING AND SCREAMING ALL THE SAME

FOREVER WITH THE REFLECTION OF A SCAR

THAT WHISPERED HER NAME TO MY UPSIDE DOWN SMILE

AS I STRUGGLED COMPOSE THIS SOLEMN MELODY

ON ANY OTHER DAY I MIGHT HAVE MISSED HER

BUT TODAY MY GLANCE CAME UNGLUED

IMBUED WITH HER PASSING VISION

HURRIEDLY ON IT’S WAY TO TOMORROW

WHERE MY YESTERDAYS TO THIS DAY CLING

IN THE CACOPHONY OF WHAT SONG BIRDS

CLAIM MY MEMORIES STILL SPRING TO FLEE

MERE PILLARS OF SALT WHICH TURNED

BACK ONCE TO OFTEN TO IMAGINE

WHAT MY LIFE WITH HER WOULD NEVER BE

IN THE LIES OF SOME UNWRITTEN HISTORY

SHE MAY

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:03:13 -0400

SHE MAY

BY JAMES A. GALGANO

NO STARDUST IN THESE SWOLLEN EYES

TEARDROPS SING TOO FAMILIAR TUNES

TO SEE BEYOND SOME MUSAK MELODY

WAITING FOR HER TO SPEAK

WHILE SILENCE CREEPS GENTLY INTO A WRINKLED SMILE

HOLDING BACK THE MOUNTING YEARS

BLACK AND WHITE RAINBOWS KNOW HER NAME

THEY LAUGH ALOUD WHILE SHE SINGS

TO MOONBEAMS BLINKING IN UNSHADOWED SUNLIGHT

COUGHING QUIETLY TO CLEAR THEIR THROAT

OF ILLOGIC QUIETLY WHISPERING

TO SOMEONE SHE ONCE KNEW ONLY YESTERDAY

DESPAIR WEARS HER OLD CLOTHING TIGHTLY

EMBRACING THE FLESH SO MANY CRAVE

FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS IN PASSING

AS GLANCES FREEZE UNNOTICED BY HER TEARS

FALLING FREELY AS THE SECOND HAND RACES

QUICKLY PASSED TOMORROW’S QUICKLY BROKEN

PROMISES NAILED TO A WORN WOODEN DOOR

I THOUGHT I ONCE KNEW HER NAME

SURELY I WAS MISTAKEN AFTER SHE HAD TAKEN

EVERYTHING I HAD TO SPARE

EXCLUDING THE COLD EVENING AIR CURTAINS

THAT FELL ABRUPTLY UPON OUR ONE ACT PLAY

WITHOUT A LYRIC TO ACCOMPANY OUR FRACTURED MELODY

ALONE IN UNLIT UNKEMPT ROOMS

WHERE WE NEVER MET ON LIMELIT STAGE

TIME OFTEN IS DECEPTIVE IN THOSE SULLEN MOMENTS

AS SHE WALKED AWAY CURSING INCESSANTLY

A NAME I NEVER KNEW AS MY OWN UNTIL TOO LATE

SO THAT IS WHERE FATE DRAGGED ME

KICKING AND SCREAMING ALL THE SAME

FOREVER WITH THE REFLECTION OF A SCAR

THAT WHISPERED LILLIANE TO MY UPSIDE DOWN SMILE

AS I STRUGGLED COMPOSE THIS SOLEMN MELODY

ON ANY OTHER DAY I MIGHT HAVE MISSED HER

BUT TODAY MY GLANCE CAME UNGLUED

IMBUED WITH HER PASSING VISION

HURRIEDLY ON IT’S WAY TO TOMORROW

WHERE MY YESTERDAYS TO THIS DAY CLING

IN THE CACOPHONY OF WHAT SONG BIRDS

CLAIM MY MEMORIES STILL SPRING TO FLEE

MERE PILLARS OF SALT WHICH TURNED

BACK ONCE TO OFTEN TO IMAGINE

WHAT MY LIFE WITH HER WOULD NEVER BE

IN THE LIES OF SOME UNWRITTEN HISTORY

YOUR DESTINY MINE

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:23:33 -0400

Your destiny mine

By james a. galgano

Your divine vision fell upon my searching eyes like redemptions rain

Quenching my endless thirst for your delicious lips rapturous divine

The succulent delicacy of your inescapable lure lain upon your angel face

Where my desire and devotion remains aroused to savor your eternal grace

Like a dream an unanswered prayer you came to me once upon a time

Since the day I met you I am unable to get you out of my mind nor forget you

In my thunderous heartbeat you will forever reside and blossom enduringly

For from the day I met you I have set my course to call home your love and devotion

Until that day when we embrace I will remain a castaway upon within your ocean

HOPEFUL DESIRE

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:12:34 -0400

Hopeful desire

James a. galgano

If ever as I have seen you pass within my vision yet beyond my dreams come true

Where the thought of you well beyond my aroused devoted reach wishing you mine

Well beyond distant skies where my dreams you mine forever desire remain to be

If not now then beyond some elusive design of your love eternally encompassing me

Such longing loving embrace drawing me into your love legs spread wide eternally

There paradise is surely found once upon a dream never thought to come ever true

This is the love lost yet found more than twice upon a your angelic dream I ensue

Into my aged heart where I hope you will one day forever surrender your devotion

If this fleeting aspiration were realized and reciprocated I am a raft upon your ocean

Legs spread arms open wide inviting me into your heart hopes and delicious delight

Where I am now and forever remain your devoted wonder desirous never contrite

LONGING YOU

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:28:20 -0400

Longing you

By james a. galgano

One last longing glimpse among cumulous clouds where my hopes desire

Forever remain well beyond reach where hopes aroused too often preach

To the converted where I hope and pray your loving embrace eternally resides

Upon elusive prayer within the feathers of your winsome wonder I adore

Which I hope and pray will one day carry me and my devotion ,so implored

As I often hope and pray this aged man’s romance and emotion longs to be

Once upon some wavering glimpse among the clouds where my heart remains

Longing to be unleashed from beyond your hopeful embrace and desirous chains

Where my love and devotion longs to be forever drawn in and never released

Hoping for the day you accept and welcome my every advance intimacy increased

SURRENDER TO YOU

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:02:47 -0400

Surrender to you

By james a. galgano

Her amazing wonder her delicious smile

Cast each heart a thunder for the longest while

She appeared unannounced as a cherished dream come true

Her loveliness embedded every desire servile as if on cue

As if once upon a time this dream was meant to be

Forever locked within your loving embrace for eternity

Her luscious lips a sacrament of which you longed to partake

To savor each and every opportunity her allure offered without mistake

Was this ever meant to be, her loveliness an open invitation

Captivating every sense previously numb or beyond repair

Offering you eternal salvation with unrequited devotion so rare

You never thought such dreams of her emotion could ever come true

Yet when she smiled and spoke your name and announcing her fealty

Your manliness was forever lain in ecstasy longing to taste

Her garden of delight and the nectar of her lips libido and face

For here is where every hope lingers longing to forever be

A willing prisoner of her love, and lost, as well as indescribable beauty

Where your thoughts and cherished memories will forever remain

In perpetuity desiring her willing embrace your interlocking chain

solitude

Fri, 17 May 2013 06:14:52 -0400

SOLITIUDE

BY JAMES A. GALGANO

ANOTHER QUIET DAY SPENT

IN A WAYWARD CAFE

CONTEMPLATING THE MEMORIES

WITH EACH SCARRING REMINDER

AS WELL AS THE DEFENSIVE REJOINDER

RATIONALIZING THE IRREVERSIBLE ACTIONS

MISSPENT MOMENTS GONE AWRY

WITH EACH SIP OF TEA

A GLANCING PASSERBYE

WITH THEIR OWN MEMORIES

NEVER MEETING EYE TO EYE

NOR NOTICING THE EXPRESSIONS

OF EACH TURNED AWAY FACE

THERE IS A BACKHAND TO THIS LOGIC

OF COMING TO THIS QUIET PLACE

BUT NEVER MEETING ANYONE

NO NEED FOR LONG GOODBYES

NOR ENDLESS CONVERSATION

STARING AT EACH MOVEMENT MADE

YOUR SILENT PARTNER A DANGLING MARINETTE

ABOVE YOU PEERING DOWN

WITH ONE MISSING CASTINET

WHICH HAS ALWAYS SEEMED TO DEFINE YOU

AND YOUR FEELINGS EACH AND EVERY DAY

THAT FIND YOURSELF SIPPING TEA

WITH YOUR MEMORIES

IN A WAYWARD CAFÉ

SOLITIUDE BY JAMES A. GALGANO ANOTHER QUIET DAY SPENT IN A...

Fri, 17 May 2013 06:13:00 -0400

SOLITIUDE

BY JAMES A. GALGANO

ANOTHER QUIET DAY SPENT

IN A WAYWARD CAFE

CONTEMPLATING THE MEMORIES

WITH EACH SCARRING REMINDER

AS WELL AS THE DEFENSIVE REJOINDER

RATIONALIZING THE IRREVERSIBLE ACTIONS

MISSPENT MOMENTS GONE AWRY

WITH EACH SIP OF TEA

A GLANCING PASSERBYE

WITH THEIR OWN MEMORIES

NEVER MEETING EYE TO EYE

NOR NOTICING THE EXPRESSIONS

OF EACH TURNED AWAY FACE

THERE IS A BACKHAND TO THIS LOGIC

OF COMING TO THIS QUIET PLACE

BUT NEVER MEETING ANYONE

NO NEED FOR LONG GOODBYES

NOR ENDLESS CONVERSATION

STARING AT EACH MOVEMENT MADE

YOUR SILENT PARTNER A DANGLING MARINETTE

ABOVE YOU PEERING DOWN

WITH ONE MISSING CASTINET

WHICH HAS ALWAYS SEEMED TO DEFINE YOU

AND YOUR FEELINGS EACH AND EVERY DAY

THAT FIND YOURSELF SIPPING TEA

WITH YOUR MEMORIES

IN A WAYWARD CAFÉ

Rented room of sorrow By james a. galgano In a room of rented...

Thu, 16 May 2013 08:52:28 -0400

Rented room of sorrow

By james a. galgano

In a room of rented dreams and wherefores

Clings the lonely replies filled with there fore

And moments of what will be empty and alone

Unable to see through the tears of sorrowful rain

That quench no one’s thirst not even these lilies of pain

That mark your unmarked grave scarred upon my mind

In a graveyard of despair my life has easily become

Where in rooms laughter once echoed no only silent replies

To my endless unanswered questions why and wherefore

Therefore I wade through the memories filling my mind

And what was left of once loving heart and hopeful soul

Now there is only clouds of a purgatory of what will be

Beyond my helpless control as each day comes and goes without you

There, no comfort in each and every photograph only misgiven despair,

claiming another false hope and unfulfilled dream

Now lost in these rented rooms of nightmare before unseen

Which now so conspicuously remain within these echoes

Of requited love paid for in daily pain and sorrows

Filled with so many therefore through endless tomorrows

RENTED ROOM OF SORROW

Thu, 16 May 2013 08:50:47 -0400

Rented room of sorrow

By james a. galgano

In a room of rented dreams and wherefores

Clings the lonely replies filled with there fore

And moments of what will be empty and alone

Unable to see through the tears of sorrowful rain

That quench no one’s thirst not even these lilies of pain

That mark your unmarked grave scarred upon my mind

In a graveyard of despair my life has easily become

Where in rooms laughter once echoed no only silent replies

To my endless unanswered questions why and wherefore

Therefore I wade through the memories filling my mind

And what was left of once loving heart and hopeful soul

Now there is only clouds of a purgatory of what will be

Beyond my helpless control as each day comes and goes without you

There, no comfort in each and every photograph only misgiven despair,

claiming another false hope and unfulfilled dream

Now lost in these rented rooms of nightmare before unseen

Which now so conspicuously remain within these echoes

Of requited love paid for in daily pain and sorrows

Filled with so many therefore through endless tomorrows

SWEPT AWAY

Wed, 15 May 2013 09:21:15 -0400

SWEPT AWAY

BY JAMES A. GALGANO

HERE WITHIN THESE WAYWARD EYES

SO MESMERIZED UPON YOUR VISON WELL DEFINED

SO EASILY TO REMIND WHAT MIGHT Have been overlooked

Had you not smiled so wonderfully in beauty one wishes only to behold for longer then a second look before your image looks away. My heart sways in rapturous unease

Hoping you will respond again please to bridge this emotional infrastructure designed by desire

Reach out and touch these eyes longing for your even a brief reply from you

Maybe in your response will blossom a clue of where our online relationship may proceed

Beyond the realm of circumstance where vocabulary finds romance hidden in a mist of unsure

Where no divining rod of my humble desires uncomfortably rests

There within an undertow of tropical duress hoping for salvation or even less

Even a pointed reply filled with your discourse and emotion , sowing seed of future emotion

From which friendship and more will arise within your allure and beauteous disguise

to the warmth of you

Tue, 14 May 2013 09:28:24 -0400

To the warmth of you

By james a. galgano

Into the writhing wings of this angel softly

This wandering soul longs to fly

To taste the blossom of her sparkling smile

Wondering willingly lost upon her twinkling eyes

As if an emotional castaway for a seeming eternity

Within the welcoming warmth of her hypnotic laughter

A sweet serene melody her words a lullaby to me

Where this hungering heart forever lingers ever after

In every dream of her beauteous image hope forever clings

There deep within this aging spirit of mine

Endless thoughts and volcanic feelings of her allure

Ring in anxious and hopeful anticipation

That perchance such dreams still come true

Upon the warmth of her lovely horizon in elation

Eternally embedded within that glimpse of fleeting view

Desire percolates within her heavenly vision anew

BEGUILED

Sun, 12 May 2013 13:30:54 -0400

Beguiled

By james a. galgano

Easy on the eyes strolling past my face

Each flowing motion of curvaceous beauty

Captivates completely every focused gaze

Arousing every inhibition and percolating desire

Like a natural blaze of lovely she has set this soul on fire

every breeze of her passing gait bewilders unfazed

causing these flames of desire within to lose control

bewitching and bedeviling this once complacent soul

INTO DESCENDING NIGHT

Sun, 12 May 2013 13:18:17 -0400

Into descending night

By james a. galgano

Who is the one never to respond to prayers one never deserves

Upon beaded breath never left to exhale to determine or describe

A clear explanation or some verbiage divulged but never accepted

Upon wayward photographs of smiles one feels to often redirected

To savor each alluring image that procures never-ending devotion

Like a wayward wander adrift upon tsunami waves of disparate emotion

Where all is welcome but held forever in doubt and impenetrable dismay

Like hope is to despair longing to be responded to come what may

Hope holds no conjecture only fills each void with indescribable delight

There heaven is found wanting more than explanation into descending night

Into descending night By james a. galgano Who is the one...

Sun, 12 May 2013 13:16:38 -0400