Ferguson - Poetic Reality Of The Searching Mind

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2011 by David P. Ferguson, MBA, BSc. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 12/01/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4678-3822-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4678-3823-8 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011960095

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Contents

Dedicated to those who have struggled with hardships and overcame to tell the story to others, and to my beloved daughters, Devenette Crystal, and Dashia Alexus Ferguson ,who for me, are the brilliant rays of the sun that shines joy into my life daily.

Authors Note

This Collection of poems spans a number of years of thought in my life; all poems have been inspired by events, observations and contemplations that became meaningful and sometimes life changing for me.

It is hoped that as you read what is inscribed on these pages, that you too would be able to relate to what is written, but above all, that it means something to you deep down in the depth of your heart and touches your soul.

David P. Ferguson

A Poem

Written By: David P. Ferguson, MBA, BSc.

Come walk all the way with the likes of me, true majesty, with sublime scripts from God in my poetry.

Walk my road so that you can see, what it means to want love and never be free.

Reveal to me, how this life came to be, filled with despair and so much tragedy.

These dark days from the Pharaohs heart, manifested on paper in poetic art.

I give it all to the world, and like an ancient scroll; I lay out my experiences and let it unfold.

A Poem

Written By : David P. Ferguson MBA, BSc.

I dreams of love, does love dream of me, I hear its cry, does it hear my plea.

I dream of love as time runs through my hands, the soft caresses embraced by the touch of romance, I see it passing as a stranger in the night, but to approach and come forth, it escapes and takes flight.

Forever out of reach, not meant to be held, by one such as me, still under glooms spell.

I dream of love as one might success, a needful desire of a heart in distress.

That quiet storm which brings many to mourn, still the feelings of contentment from which happiness is born.

To have and to hold, to chase away this cold, which princess of light dares to be so bold?

To take and to form this misshapen heart, from tattered rubbish into splendid art.

I dream of love, for this feeling I aspire, but so much fear and trepidation tangled with desire,

I dream of love for I want to be free, from the weight of the world that will not release me. Free to roam, free to soar, everyday as I progress, I want this more and more.

I dream of love, love does not dream of me, I hear a distant call so I hearken to see, I skip, I jump, I prance, to see it fleeing in the distance as again I miss my chance.

I dream of love, love does not dream of me, so should a dreamer keep on dreaming, or give up this dream and just let love be?

A Poem

Written By : David P. Ferguson MBA, BSc.

I wish to be in another place at another time, with another song and another rhyme, another heart that was not mine, searching for joys I know I could find.

Skipping through meadows enjoying the breeze, indulging in pleasures that came with great ease,

But reality knocks, and the present walks in to remind me of its harshness again and again.

No joy, no love, no peace, no source of laughter no forms of release.

Harsh expressions from cold strangers, harsher words from false friends, verbal wounds cut to the heart, so deep there can be no mends.

When will the cycle end, when will the new begin, when will the bad stop flourishing and the good start to win.

Who will hear my cry, when I cry in the dark, who senses the real grief when I make a remark,

No one will, since Im lonely still, with coldness and silence that threaten to kill.

I wake everyday to the drudgery of life, the pain, the sorrow and yesterdays strife,

Eyes on the day, I think once again, more pain and suffering and I see no end.

I wish to be in another place at another time, with another song and another rhyme, with a new beginning, new emotions, a new heart and a new mind.

New benevolence and new love, new joys of every kind. for these things, in this place, it seems,... Ill never find.

A Poem

Written By: David P. Ferguson MBA, BSc.

Shattered screams that break the night, the terrified face of the young wife takes flight, and behind in pursuit, that fiendish brute that two years before, was oh so cute.

Help me! Help me! No one will hear, for in matrimony what happens is a man and his wifes affair, and responsibility for blows, no one will share.

Hark! Hark!... Another shrill scream tears through the still night air, for now she is trapped and all that is left is fear.

The years before in matrimonial bliss, who ever could have thought things would end like this, for in those times, love was the word spoken so free, but like anything else, this too has its fee.

From the twisted hearts of humans inability sprang forth the words, what you dont know will never hurt thee.

From the thrones and castles of imperial majesties, to the barns and shacks of ancient peasantry, came to this time the present philosophy of modern day society, but like everything else, this too has its fee.