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Real life .......... BY JAMES A. GALGANO......... THE WORLD CRASHED THROUGH MY WINDOW THE OTHER DAY LIKE A BRICK WRAPPED TIGHTLY IN THE MILLENIUM OLD LAUNDRY OF MY SPECIES FILLED WITH THE EXCREMENT OF OUR BANKRUPT PHILOSOPHIES' RATIONALE FOR DEVASTATING THE PLANET OF ITS LOWER FOOD CHAIN EXISTENCE EVEN ITS OWN KIND WHO THREATEN THEIR GOAL OF DEVELOPING AND/OR PLUNDERING NATIONS FOR THE WEALTH AND NOT THE GOOD IF ANY IT MIGHT BRING MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN SHOWED ITS UGLY FACE TO ME LIKE A STRIPTEASE HOPING TO DISGUST RATHER THAN ALLURE UNDISTURBED BY MY PROTESTATIONS WHICH WERE SEEN AS ONLY A CHALLENGE OR INVITATION TO IMPROVE THE DEVIOUSNESS AND EFFECTIVENESS OF ITS TORTUOUS METHODS ALL IN THE NAME OF DEMOCRACY, DEFENDING THE HOMELAND OR ITS RELIGION MADE BY MAN IN THE DISTORTED IMAGE OF IMAGINARY DEITIES WHO IF TRULY EXISTED WOULD HAVE KILLED THEMSELVES OR LEFT LONG AGO IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, HOPING NONE WOULD NOTICE THEIR IMPERFECTIONS WHICH NOW WREAK HAVOC ON US ALL IN THEIR NAME A CHILD WALKED INTO MY CLASSROOM CRYING YESTERDAY HER BROTHER HAD BEEN KILLED BY A STRAY BULLET MEANT FOR ANOTHER IT PASSED THROUGH HIS HEART AND INTO THE BELLY OF A PREGNANT MOTHER LEAVING ONE FOR DEAD AND TWO OTHERS AT THE MERCY OF UNINSURED HEALTHCARE HOW CAN YOU COMFORT THIS SORROW HOW CAN YOU DERAIL THESE HORRORS AND THEIR INCLEMENT DESPAIR MY EMBRACE WAS ONLY TEMPORARY COMFORT FOR THIS RANDOM LOSS OF INNOCENCE WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THOSE TEARS TURN TO HATRED AND STATISTICAL REVENGE ADDING TO THE SORROW AS THE DOMINOE FALLS TOWARD ANOTHER TOMORROW WITH AN EVER RIPPLING EXPANSION OF WOE THIS IS THE REALITY WE DON'T SEE ON THE COMMERCIAL NEWS IN BETWEEN THE PRODUCTS THEY MAKE US CRAVE FOR THEIR EXPANDING PROFIT MARGINS THESE ARE THE DARKER ANGELS WHO NOW ROAM FREELY ACROSS OUR PLANET WITH THE BLESSING OF QUESTIONABLY CHOSEN LEADERS CONSENT WHILE WE SIT COMPLACENTLY IN OUR LIVING ROOMS DYING FROM THE CHEMICALS WE INGEST WHILE TRANSFIXED ON PLASMA SCREENS SURFING THE WEBS WE NOW FIND OURSELVES WITHIN WHILE A NEWLY EVOLVED SPIDER DESCENDS SLOWLY GRINNING IRONY'S SARCASTIC REFRAIN JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DYING SPECIES DESCENDING SLOWLY ON THE PROVERBIAL FOOD CHAIN =================================== PRODIGAL LINGER...BY JAMES A GALGANO THERE WILL BE NO RETURN TO INNOCENT LAUGHTER NOR THE YOUTHFUL ANXIETY OF UNOPENED GIFTS GONE ARE THE MEMORIES OF PATERNAL PATIENCE THE CALMING VOICES YOU LONG AGO ONCE KNEW THOSE WERE THE FADED THEMES OF FANTASIES YOU READ WITH A DILIGENCE HOPING FOR SOME HAPPY ENDING, WHICH NEVER OCCURRED ONLY THE USUAL BROKEN PROMISE OF CONCLUSION IN SOME DISTANT PUBLICATION EACH REGISTER CHIMED THOSE SHADOWS OF YOOUTH YOU LIVED WITH THEIR OWN FRAILTIES AND IMPERFECTIONS LULLABYED YOU OFTEN TO ANXIOUS SLEEP WITH THEIR ECHOES OF ACCUSATIONS AND ANGUISH THEIR INEBRIATED AND OFTEN UNEASY DÉTENTE PERMITTED YOUR EYES TO GREET ANOTHER DAY WITH A LONGING FOR SALVATION OR ESCAPE YOUR JUVENILE ANGER SPILLED OVER INTO HATE BLAMING YOUR UNIQUE PECULIARITIES AND DELINQUENCY ON EACH MATERNAL BERATE NEVER REALIZING ALL WERE INNOCENT VICTIMS CAUGHT WITHIN THE WEB OF THIS DEGENERATIONAL BALLET CAUSTICALLY BREATHING THROUGH EACH EMOTION WHILE TRUE FEELINGS WERE BOUND AND GAGGED AND NEVER ABLE TO EXTEND THE HEARTFELT OLIVE BRANCH NOR REDEEMING EMBRACE, CONFINED ONLY WITH THE SILENCE OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN AND WHAT CONTINUES TO BE IN THE SPACE OF THREE LIFETIMES SO MUCH HAS BEEN WASTED ANDLOST TO SEPARATION AND EMPTINESS'S UNSEEN SCARS WHILE WE ARE EACH HUDDLED INTO OUR FOXHOLES SEARCHING THE STARS FOR SOME ANSWER OR CLUE TO RELIEVE THESE FEELINGS OR PROVIDE FORGIVENESS FOR THE MISTAKES RENDERED OR THOSE WE FOLLOW THROUGH UPON WITHOUT A FEELING OR DETECTION FOR WE FALSELY BELIEVENOW WHAT WE DO IS FOR OUR OWN PROTECTION AND TO BREAK THE CHAIN THAT IN REALITY WILL NEVER BE BROKEN UNTIL EACH PAIN HAS RETURNED TO TIMES WOMB FROM WHENCE IT CAME TO THOSE ECHOES OF INNOCENT LAUGHTER AND LOVING ARMS WHICH CALLED YOUR NAME AND CLUNG TO YOU CLOSELY ON SOME DISTANT SHORE WHERE YOU NOW WAIT ALONE AT THE GLISTENING HORIZON HOPING FOR THAT LOVED ONE'S PRODIGAL RETURN THROUGH YOUR HEART AND SOUL'S FOREVER OPEN DOOR ***********************************************************

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Rosary Reflection. by james a. galgano -------------- Cross-eyed crucifixion, her nails dearly cling To the rotting wood like haunting memories Which once displayed his near lifeless frame In all its grandeur, yet unable to be a saviour Within the confines of a hollowed out cathedral Where dreamlike reflections Plague my inner eye still Of what might have been In that church on kings park hill We were on one of our many Maternal driven novenas Three young near unconscious children One devoted, overtly pure and pious mother Going through the routine devotions For each station of the cross We the reluctant choir Reciting each sense of loss Depicted on each statues face Somehow sensing there was something Ominous about to occur within these walls From out of the confessionals shadows A huge hulking mass covered in overcoat And the smell of stagnant burgundy Approached our transparent procession Voices repeatedly echoing nearly Indecipherable Latin refrains As we dangled our rosaries A portrait of a roman catholic Chain gang hangs on my minds canvas still As this giant moved upon us, fears crept Out of our unsuspecting pores His size became more monstrous His actions more frighteningly defined He grabbed our mother towards His heaving inebriated stubble And pawed over her anxiously As we screamed and struck his knees With our tiny fists, rosaries still dangling The statues faces showed no emotion There would be no miracle today Father Ryan who had entered To prepare for evening mass Ran to our rescue, his lungs blaring In English like Gideon's victorious trumpet His hands we had so often watched Holding Christ's body and blood aloft Came crashing down upon This mortal cipher s retreating frame The echoes of the deity's name Filled the cathedrals mildew cavernous halls As if Jesus were casting out The merchants from an ancient temple Though nearly a half a century Separates me from that harrowing memory In quiet moments it often returns To reveal the tortured grimaces Distorting our unsuspecting faces Within its slow motion nightmarish waltz Bearing ill will in each revelations misstep Where we walk each station still Dangling a rosary from our once tiny hands =================================== DESTINY'S DESCENT BY JAMES A.GALGANO AS IF SHE WERE THERE ALREADY WAITING WHILE WONDERING ALOUD WITHIN EACH STRAND OF SILKEN HAIR DANGLING WHILE DODDERING EACH FOLLICLE FELL FAINTLY ADRIFT DESCENDING GENTLY UPON EACH SHOULDERS MORNING DEW, COUGHING IMPATIENT QUIETUDE EVER SO MEEKLY, NO PROMISED PROMENADE WOULD APPEAR, WHILE PACING TO AND FRO MANICLY THROUGH EACH WAILING HOUR AS IF THE END WERE CREEPING NEAR OR CLOSELY ADJACENT TO SOME EVER BEYOND AS LIFE TICKED BY SLOWLY YET DETERMINED WITH EACH WAVE OF MINUTE CENTRIPETAL WAND OVER EACH HOUR OF SECRET INDIFFERENCE INSENSITIVELY DESCRIBING IN WHISPERS HER PRECIOUS THOUGHTS TO ANOTHER AS IF THE INEVITABLE END WERE PROXIMAL LEAVING HER EACH EVER WANDERING LONELY DOWN SOME LONG NARROW UNCLEAR AS EACH PROPOSED INEVITABILITY DID UNFOLD FILLLED WITH WATERFALLS OF INTEMPERATE SORROW BEGGING PARDON OF EVERY INCLEMENT FEAR WHILE WALKING HAND IN HAND WITH HER MEMORIES INTOTHE BEYOND'S UNKNOWN NEBULOUS MAZE WADING WHILE WONDERING WEARILY THROUGH EACH FOLLICLE OF FADING AFTER THOUGHT STRANDED UPON EACH RESIGNED SHOULDERS REAR VIEW REFLECTION, WITHOUT A CLUE OF WHERE TO GO AND WHAT TO DO AFTER EACH RITUAL GENUFLECTION'S DESCENT TO A DEITY NOT AWAITING HER TREMBLING HAND WITH OUTSTRETCHED SOLACE, INVITATION OR REPLY SUMMONING HER TO ENTER INTO HEAVENLY EMBRACE ONLY TO DISCOVER THE VOID DARKNESS SMILES, WELCOMING HER WONDERING WHY NO MORE TO THIS PLACE **********************************************************

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PROUD PARENT BY JAMES A. GALGANO the miracle which brought those tiny eyes to my ever loving embrace and serenaded me with your many tears as if abandoned to the night breaking this hulking extremity in two as each tiny hand clung to my soul for dear life yet each innocent laughter constantly redeemed me from my constant imperfections while i fed you, changed you and lullabyed you in my loving arms to sleep with each new day a wonderous memory unfolded in your persistent presence as you recreated life in your own image to my unsuspecting audience of one while you melted the anger from my heart how can one be upset with each hopeful tomorrow your first words , your first steps your first loss of teeth are with me still, having built a palace in this aging heart and haunts my dreams as i sleep your first day of school and first failing grade linked me to my own past and parents arms how often we forget those moments which return with your next birthday cake reminding us of our own imperfections with each parental mistake nevertheless here we are on this your graduation day on this your wedding day or as we sent you off to sea fighting for some questionable policy praying to a god we no longer believed in to bring you back home alive to me standing over your flag draped coffin which brought you back much too obediently in the confines of this broken heart filled with each recurring memory cherished conversation and embrace a bumper sticker still scars my soul proud parent on board this ship of mystery still reflects upon this my wrinkling face Posted on: 10/12/06 08:29 ------------------------------------------------- SOLEMN BY JAMES A. GALGANO The room swoons quietly My heart breaks into tears Your loving life left me suddenly Alone with my imperfections and fears Here in this now empty home Where romance lingers still I dwell on your comforting caress That gave me the confidence and will Now alone leaves me with the pointlessness To pursue each and every day Without your life or love Where does one turn? Besides away from tomorrow Without you near Time ticks slowly forward, Yet seemingly backward In wonder, without you dear Leaving me only these memories And the numbered tomorrows With their futility and fears ===================================

Books:

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 ------------------------------------------------ NOT FAR FROM HERE....BY JAMES A. GALGANO HERE GOES THE SPIRAL INTERTWINING OF AN UNGODLY ROD DIVINING AMONG THE GADGETRY AND WHATNOT IN A LAND CALLED STILL MIGHT BE WHERE PICKED FLOWERS NEED NO VASES AND ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACES FILL OUR CLASSROOMS BY THE SEA BRIMMING WITH BLOSSOMING DIVERSITY YET ADMINISTRATED BY WHITE BREAD HOMOGENIETY WITH A GOAL TO PUSH THESE PEGS SO COLORFUL MULTIFACETED AND REMARKABLY SERPENTINE THROUGH A SQUARE PEG OF RULING CLASS CALCULATION TO MAINTAIN THEIR IMPERIOUS STATUS QUO SCHEME A SOCIAL-ECONOMIC PRYRAMID RISNG ABOVE EVAPORATING OZONE WITH ERUDITE ELITE STAGNATING IN THEIR BELIEVED GOD GIVEN SPACE TO LORD OVER THE MULTICOLORED MULTITUDES WHOM THEY BELIEVE TO BE THE LESSER HUMAN RACE MUCH TOO EASILY FOOLED, BRIBED AND/OR COOPTED TO MAINTAIN THEIR SUPPOSEDLY DIVINELY PROCLAIMED REIGN OF GREED, VIOLENCE AND DECADENCE FOREVER IN ITS GRACE ON THIS GREYING GLOBE CALLED EARTH SPINNING PRECARIOULY THROUGH SPACE ON A FINITE JOURNEY TO SOME UNDEFINED RESTING PLACE NOT TO FAR AWAY FROM THIS MURKY TIME ON A LAND CALLED STILL MIGHT BE WHERE FUNERALS ARE HELD FOR DEAD FLOWERS BUT HUMAN KINDNESS IS A DISAPPEARING COMMODITY