Where I’ve been and where I’m going…

by Harry Fagel ~ September 28th, 2014

Zombie Headshot 5

Work is a place where time bends towards the rest of the world, instead of inward towards my art. Therefore, in the interest of such, I have had little time to give art the attention it needs. I am hopeful this year will be more fruitful for my artistic endeavors, my muse is berating me like a house full of hens. Looking forward to putting forth some effort here, so stay tuned and prepare to be Fagelized.

Windows Experience Score

by Harry Fagel ~ September 1st, 2013

Sweet Sam

by Harry Fagel ~ March 31st, 2012

Sweet sweet Sam
Warrior Sam
I was green as a blade of grass
New cop
Wide eyed and wondering at the darkest corners of the night when I met
Sergeant Sam
He was such the mentor
Teaching the cop way
The right way
The warrior way
We flew the night and conquered evil with our hearts out and minds open
Sweet sweet Sam
Entering the Cambodian Donut Shop at 4 o’clock in the morning and hearing the owner rush out
Sergeant Sam Sergeant Sam
And drinks in the dusty morning after cleaning blood and grime and tears from our worn armor and discussing life
He was the marrying kind
Married Kim and then Debbie and then Cindy and then Amy
And I’m sure he was questing for another when he slipped like sand in an hourglass away from here
And I can’t help but picture him
Resplendent in uniform or plain clothes or even at his last wedding with a crown of leaves adorning his head
With that same smile just ready to break over the horizon of his lips and light his face at any given moment in time
Sweet sweet Sam
21 years as guardian of the city
Keeper of the lights
Defender of good and
Vanquisher of Evil

Doing it right
Doing it kind
Compassion for others stacked up in his heart like 10 million ingots of gold
Reaching he was always reaching and
Searching for Love
He found it in his children always
Ryan and Casey and Ashley and Garrett and Megan too
When he spoke of them I always saw joy reflected reflected reflecting in his eyes
Sam Sweet sweet Sam
I feel your kindness washing over here and now a Tsunami of goodness picking me up lifting me up Carrying me forward past this moment past the pain of your passing past the space once solid but now Ethereal you occupy and my tears burn and sting but I am glad to have known you I rejoice in your helping to shape my mind my heart my soul and my life
As you have so many others
Sweet Sweet Sam
I know you dreamed of being a fighter pilot
Soaring on the clouds above in liquid air
High high above the earth
Where the bluest blue meets the stars and kisses them briefly
Spinning and dancing and cartwheeling past and
Glimpsing Heavens Gate just swinging wide open for you
And calling you home
Time to go and give your love everlasting
As a Warrior in the sky
Warrior Angel
Warrior Father
Warrior Husband and
Warrior King but mostly and always
Sweet sweet Sam
A cop and friend I will never forget.

for Sam Hilliard and Family February 5, 2002 by Harry R. Fagel

Authors Note: Sam Hilliard was a Sergeant with the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police department. He passed away suddenly one morning, much to the horror of so many who loved him. This was one of the first tributes I was asked to write for a fallen friend.

Cafe Roma

by Harry Fagel ~ March 31st, 2012

Welcome to the Free
You stand pissing in the same world as
Freaks and
Cops and
Beatnik Preacher Homosexual Revolutionaries
You drop water with
Kings and
Whores and
UPS men
The Exalted and
The truly evil
The likes of You pass time
And Wind here
Along with Doctors and
Lawyers and
Artists and
Politicians have reared ugly heads in here
Writers and
Confederates too
And the insane the
Insane have bathed in the very sink you
Wash your hands in
Cackling as the water slid over their
Fevered skins
Lovers have stopped here
Haters as well
Students Professors Runaways
The Spiritual and the Jaded
Spinning short tales of lust or devotion or both right where you
here in the cubby
In the inner sanctum
Deep in the secret heart of this
Holy Café

-Harry Sweet Feet Fagel 2000

Authors Note: This poem was written in tribute to the Cafe Roma, which used to reside at 4440 Maryland Parkway. It was the first place I read poetry out loud to others on a regular basis, and it was truly a magical place. Open mics, acoustic nights, “The Killers” Dayvid Figler, Trish Martin, Alex Getchell, Josh Brown, Biscuit Street Preacher, RU, Ken Jordan of Crystal Method, Romney the Rocket, Spit Newborn, Elizabeth Blau, Zog, Sonny, Roller Blading, Beth Carey, Saab Lofton, Steve Custer, Frank Masey, Crazy Bob, Kate Hausbeck, Scott Johnson, the list goes on and on, and just like the poem says, so very much more. I miss this spot still, and I am sure so many others do as well. I could list names until I ran out of band width, so if you read this and remember, please post. Filthy, amazing, Roma. R.I.P.

Booze Rant

by Harry Fagel ~ March 31st, 2012

ighting back the Urge
To purge these words and
Erase myself again
Is uphill or bigger at times
But I sit and type anyway
Denying the frailty I face on a
Blank page
The sadly sad sad paper glaring white and
But for these mad ravings
The alcohol blurring my
Art like
Smeary skies or
wet sugar
or kisses in the sand
Gritty but bearable and
Curse my art
And its demand but keep it as a
Sacred Lover
I walk with it like all great passions
Thin lines between Love and Hate and
Wisps of real
Meaning spin out on occasion but mostly everything is
Genius hidden in the
Flowers in the
Shafts of light
Piercing storm clouds for seconds barely seen by
Naked eyes
Yet still the words flow
I hope Mankind will find them someday
Hidden in clay pots in mountain caves and
Brought forth into the light
Turned this way and that and beamed with
Radioactive isotopes
And creating wonder and puzzlement and questions of
Creation and in my long gone grave my long gone bones will
Knowing it was all just a
Booze rant