Love, Laughter, and Death: Writings and Observations

By Charles Wayne

Love, Laughter, and Death is a collection of freestyle poetry. Love, Laughter, and Death encourages the reader to travel through the corridors of their own mind while exploring romance, immortal love, laughter, and the pains of death. Written, at times raw, but always with the passion that flows through the writer. From start to finish this collection of poems will provoke your mind to try to understand that love stands ominously over every broken heart, laughter sooths the spirit and in the end death takes it all away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 26, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453561096

Charles Wayne

Born and raised in a small Midwestern Indiana town, Charles began writing in nineteen eighty-nine. Writing was a way for him to release parts of himself into the world that he found, at times, he was incapable of saying out loud to another soul. Today Charles resides in an even smaller town in Tennessee, where he still puts pen to paper because it is part of who he is. Charles is the father of five, grandfather of three. He prays daily that their imaginations run wild and free so that they capture life completely. With them, his heart is light and dancing on the beach! Charles goal in life is to be known as “wonderfully weird.”

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Contents

Artworks

Foreword

This little ditty started it all

Life after Death

Crow on the Fence

Little Brown Bottle and Love

Thoughts of Your Kiss

Space

Touch of a Whisper

Death or Life

Finding Me

Maze

Heart’s Plight

Calling

The Dark Side of Black

Trembling Fingers

All

Tell Me Again

Black Crow Perch

Tryst

Unknown

Turn Out the Lights

Star

Prelude to Something Meaningful

The Taste of Your Scars

Gentle History

Freedom

Hammock by Night

Time Is Not Our Boundary

Simple Desire

Laughter on Their Wings

Midnight

Winter

Daydream Comes to Life

The Guilt You Carry

My Mind Plays Tricks

on My Drugs

Shadow

Broken Needle, Dirty Friend

Morrow

Hatred Comes Back

Can You Hear Me?

Your Mask

Tomorrow’s Hope

Blind

Isolation

Look at My Hands shake

Immortal Dance

My Soul’s Rebel

The Porch

Just Lonely Thoughts

Dogs and Rabbits in a Small Town

Madness Erased

Dog

Scars

Tree

Things That Pass

Fangs of Waste

Love Found in Dreams

The Devil Dances on

My Broken Heart

Forgive Me

Nuisance

True Time

A Child Is Born

Part No. 1

A Child Is Born

Part No. 2

Smile

Looks like I Need a Gardener

Go Out and Play

Boo-Gins

Don’t Make Me Drink Alone

Cold Brown Eyes

Hell-raiser by Choice

Missed Chance?

Lookin’ for Love

The Shadows No Longer Dance

We All Need a Stanger

Voices

Tormentor

Live Young

Ode to an Alcoholic

Simple Dreams

Coveting Spiritual Union

Foreword

Core Shot

Free Thoughts

Give Me a Gift

Lonely Scribe

Loneliness

Figuring Me

Your Mask(Original Version)

The Sparrow Falls Part 2

Mistaken

Video Games and Life

The Price Part 1

The Price Part 2

The Price Part 3

The Price Part 4

My Family Tree

The Rose

Pastel Neighborhood

Whisper

Of Men

The Orphaned Man

Suicide Dance

Devil’s Pride

Of Dreams

She Doesn’t See

Crashing

Somewhere in Time

The Almighty God . . . Dollar

Tell Me

Message

Burden

Red

Stir Stick

Dream

A Smile Away

Mosquito

From Me to You, for You

Pleasing You

Here

Fool’s Love

Love and Laughter

Little Kiss Outside the Back Door

Beauty Unchanged

Nothing Alone

Shimmer

Bladed Lilium

Dance with My Pen, Ma Lady

Dime Bag

Origin of the Porch

Ink

Sparrow’s Song

Morning Whisper

Black Laughter

Untold

Good Morning

Sitting and Typing

Unable

Of Little or No Meaning

Tears

One Thought on a Dark Morn

A Moment of Your Time

Darkness

Back to Dark

Whiskey Bottle’s Bottom

Dead Poet and a New Tattoo

Thoughts in a Graveyard

Failure

Visually Impaired

Biddings of Love

Savored Smell

Something about Time

Shadows on the Wall

Staring Out the Window

Angel

Of You

Sadness

Just So You Know I Love You

Autumn Moon

Watching Me, She Looks into My Eyes

Wolf Love

Sea-maiden

Interrupted

Heart Knows Best

Missed

Friday Cold

Almost a Week

Flowers through the Mail

Begin the Day with a Giggle,

End It with a Smile

Love Me Broken

Passage to Peace

Slow

Laboring

Advice

Thief

Twisted Love

The Coming of Halloween

A Mourning in December

You the Reader Are My Witness

E-mail

Lazy Sunday on the Sidewalk

Bride

Push

Take the Day

Special

Innocence

Caramel

Dirt Road at Night

Romance on Paper

Bended Knee

Just Another Day

Sunshine and Doubt

Love’s Desire

Looks like Rain

Youth

Spawning of Rainbow Trout

Love, a Journey into My Heart

Stars Do Know

Sway

Story behind My Eyes

Found

You Ask

Mind

Closet Corner

Forgetting the Rules of Being an Adult

View

Have a Drink of Cool Water

Provoked Thoughts

On the Peer, Feet in Water

One Time to Get It Done

A Finger That Cannot Finish the Job

Still Trying to Get This One Right

Rider in the Night

Just a Blunder

Morning after the Flood

Simple Thank-you

The Whole Beach Thing

Just Once

See Me

Just a Moment

Dance with My Pen

Trying but Lost

Carport

Unseen

Touched by a Ghost

Rainy Day

Mighty

The Evil You Need

Something to Say

Treetops above the Strawberry Patch

Will the Real Me Please Stand Up?

War of This World"

Ivy Climbs the Fence

Edited

Annie Ducks the Rain

Humbled

Car Porn

"Clinging to Life

One Pill at a Time"

Ordinary

Treasures Hang in the Balance of Memory

My Messy Mind

No Redemption

Promises of Death

I Wanna Grow Up Weird

Individual Raindrops

Let Me Die

One That Can See Her Can Save Her

Money Is Better than Love

He’s Not Our Daddy

Find a Heartbeat

Erase the Black

Poetry My Way

Dark Dirt Roads

Screaming Child

According to the Plan

Songbird on My Shoulder

Death in Our Time

Sleeping Smile

Bowed Cane Bottom Chair

The Past Instructions

Onetime Blues

Playthings

Walls of Brick

My Visions of You Lying Exhausted in a Pool of Ecstasy’s Sweat

I Am Scared of My Life Today

The Blessed Curse

Words that Fail

September 11, 1991

My Trash

Memories of Short Men Who Ride Mules

Fascination with Death’s Visitors

Dreams and Such Things that Bring Evil into the World

Safe Sex and Big Money

Streets

Roaming Is the Destructive Heart

Fodder to End It

An Endnote from Me the Writer to You the Reader!

Artworks

Little Brown Bottle and Love (Big Tall Butch)—by Charles Wayne

Love and Laughter—by Ellery Feay

Maiden of the Sea—by Aidan Feay

Closet Corner—by Marius Holmes

Foreword

I wrote each of these poems for myself. They have served their purpose, all of them holding individual meaning for me. My challenge to you is to take the time to let them soak in and find individual meaning for you and worry not about what it meant to me. My one prayer or hope is that they stir your emotions. Maybe one of them will stir someone to love deeper, truer and enjoy the laughter in life before their moment here is over and forgotten.

I write from the soul every time I put ink on paper, so you may find some of my work raw or lacking certain etiquette, but I do assure you none are lacking emotion or passion.

I need to say thank you to all of those who have touched my life along the way, for somehow, someway you have touched me enough to inspire who I have grown into.

To my inner circle of family and friends, I love you and thank you for the support, encouragement, belief, but most of all the love and laughter.

This little ditty started it all

You watch the sparrow

You fly with the sparrow

And the sparrow falls

(1989)

t.a.i.

Life after Death

Echoes of your voice stir my heart, begging me out of the darkness in which I hide, enchanting my spirit to dance under the new day’s sun

In the tears I hear a call for mercy and compassion

They cry out for a chance to create new memories both good and bad, for both are the essence of life

Dead cannot separate love not yet done

Love is the spark that allows life to twinkle forever

Today love surrounds me with passion that refuses to let my life play out its last scene without knowing the full bounty of that which is offered

A sweet voice full of agony, piercing the darkness, asking for a simple charity

To know a love that can pluck you from the dark exceeds the efforts of my pen, for how can a mere mortal tell of a love that strong?

Love cannot die when not finished loving

Life is but a twinkling light that will never make it into the distance

Crow on the Fence

The shadows of the day seem to be full of doubt, but the smile you gave me last we met reminds me where my heart is

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Little Brown Bottle and Love

Leafless trees whisper your name softly as the gentle winter’s breeze caresses their branches

Enticed by the dead winter air, the naked branches form shadows that sway a promenade of sorrow across the moonlit snow mounds

I can see your resting place among the dancing shadows

My heart beats faster as I near you

My heart breaks yet again into pieces small enough to pass through the eye of a needle

As the tears swell in my eyes, my breath forms a stagnant white cloud in the unearthly glow of a winter’s moonlight, and then I hear your name on the cold breeze

I am sad without you

I dread the morrow for it only offers more pain

Sometimes without your hand to hold the trepidation of life seems unbearable

Again the zephyr brings your name to my ear, and ere the tears traverse my face I find a smile

There are the memories that warm the night air

There are the recollections that bring a smile to my face

There are the thoughts that mend a broken heart no matter the size of the pieces

There are the moments in my mind’s eye that provoke bravery in the presence of my uncertainties

I sit in the cold on this barren night, listening to your name on the wind

If ever there was a bad memory created, I cannot find it in my soul-searching

Down there in my black, past the hatred, in those crevasses only few are allowed to know there is nothing but love and forgiveness

My fondest memory will always be when it was all said and done the final truth is you chose me and not the little brown bottle.

Thoughts of Your Kiss

You tease me with thoughts of your kiss

My imagination dances with excitement

My senses heightened because my thoughts seem to become reality

I feel the voluptuousness of your tender lips press together with mine

Although I have never tasted your gentle passion, the unmistakable flavor of you comes alive in my mouth

Bury me in your kiss

Tell me it is not a dream

Bury me in your passion

Let me taste reality’s fervor

Bury me in your kiss

So I know a lifetime’s search is not in vain

My eyes close unwittingly to the daydream’s command

Bringing alive thoughts so pure in my mind’s eye

With visions of reality dancing in my head, I see the shape of your lips as they draw near to mine for the passion that waits

I feel the gentle breeze from the excitement behind your breath

Our lips about to engage in primordial obsessions

It pushes me deeper into this poetic dance we two play out in my majestic vision of undaunted emotion

Bury me in your kiss

I know it is only a dream

Bury me in your passion

I cannot find you

Bury me in your kiss

A lifetime’s search is all in vain; the passion of love I seek is only in my mind

I want to dazzle you with more of this tale of reverie, but your kiss is only my mind’s lust

So from this lustful thought I bring one last reflection

I would surrender myself completely if this moment were but real

Space

In order for man to reach the outermost realms of space

He must first travel to the highest plateau in his life

Death!

Touch of a Whisper

Sitting alone in an old mind

Loneliness turns the room darker than its reality

Years have gone in a dull haze

He no longer remembers much from his younger mind

But that one touch

His one chance for loneliness to be forever erased passed him like the touch of a whisper

He didn’t notice its gentle hint

Just like the touch of a whisper, she was gone before he realized she was even there

His love was a whisper in his ear

Only a touch he never realized until it was too late

In his old mind it is now easy for him to recognize that missed flicker in time

He understands what it was

His one chance to know love

His one time to be unconditional

The moment is now many years faded

Forever silent on the wind like the touch of a whisper

Death or Life

Nickel-plated cylinder raised in hatred to a temple housing pains unknown to the world

Tears of anguish

Laughter born of frustration

Loaded chamber meant for relief

The cold metal on flesh makes adrenaline flow

Click of the hammer teaches true fear

A cold day in hell before I let you win

This is my world I refuse to let you in

This was to be my day

I can’t let it end

A cold day in hell before I let you win

I choose to live

You’d call me failure if you knew I couldn’t pull the trigger

What’s the diff?

You spent my life telling me I was failure anyway

I feel failure inside

I don’t need someone to remind me

This time I choose my life

Take it personally when I say I don’t want you in it

Pushed to the point from which I don’t return

You don’t deserve that satisfaction

A cold day in hell before I let you win

This is my world I refuse to let you in

This was to be my day

I can’t let it end

A cold day in hell before I let you win

I choose to live

Leave me alone

I will find me on my own

Don’t need your advice

You’ve pushed your insecurities off on me long enough

So you haven’t lived life

Don’t try to take mine

Even second hand would be a crime

I have holstered my nine

I have chosen to keep me alive

Leave me alone

Finding Me

Now and again I find myself

Only for a moment I actually find me

In this fast-paced, frenzied world I am actually here

Not for long mind you

But on occasion I’m crystal clear

Not lost in a fog of confusion

Now and again I find myself

Maze

Twisting around

Wrapping through

Intertwined

The maze through which no one has ever found the end

It’s inescapable when you get trapped in the never-ending bowels of its darkened hollowed turns.

Many have tried to get through using their wits.

Many have tried to get through using brute force only