Thursday, November 7, 2013

Fragmentation's


Clearly there's more time needed to heal
 I wish with all my heart
I could absolve all the pain between us...
It something like regret that has been 
Burning through my flesh...
But it's much more than that... 

I wanted to follow my dreams
But didn't know how
I didn't even know what the dream was
But I knew clearly how I felt...
From a good safe distance.
It was just conflicted 
Like everything else 
It was something more than regret 
But no matter which direction I looked 
That feeling would have stayed...
And my health would kept me hiding...
Kept me torn between pages... 

Fragmentation's

One in the same.

Someday I hope there's a place of our own 
If you could just read my hand writing 
And see the stars in my eyes the ones above my home
Where the trains pass through the village
And I am the only one waking up...
But not from this earth that seems to large 
For my soul to float in the endless motion...
The rivers current of another sun...
Distilled memories in the month of March 

When we were born. 

And I am clothed in ashes...
And you are the sleeping child.

Clearly there is more time needed

 To heal


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The Poet

A lot weights on the writers hand
The pen must have slip off the page
Somewhere around the lines
He lost the will to live.
Some words go unspoken...
(But not this time....
Believe in someone
Love is more than human
Gift of soul
Light of ghost 

Feel blessed.)

The strangest fears 
Flow inside, 
Through words we can't explain
Music of my heart forever 
Echoing the soul... 
Increasing happiness, freedom 
Well being... Creativity.

Heal the loss. 

You're right where you need to be
You're right here.

Some words go unspoken 
Some memories always remain 
Yes, he can say that he's happy
He can feel with more than one emotion
The beauty and the grave...

Some words go unspoken 
Some memories always remain
Yes, he can say that he's broken
But he's still the whole of who he is.

Incomplete... 

Artificial world once known 
A train beyond a train 
Stops him... 

You're right where you need to be
You're right here. 

Something else is coming through

A lot weights on the writers hand

The pen must have slipped off the page. 

Monday, November 4, 2013

Lock Coffin

What good is it all
When your living in fear...
Of 
I don't know what...
Of someone missing
Of something traumatic,
Mysterious poet
Drug addicts. 
Missing within the soul
That once was whole... 
Just to find a spiritual self
Create a uplifting demeanor 

Open up the shell I crawl into 
Lock the coffin.
Live to drown in...

This fear.

Teach me to tolerate a life of despair

By all means create a world around
The senses left within
The beauty and the essence of a war between 
Each working to anesthetize the mind
But you can't let it win...

You can't be devoured 
Not without a prayer in hell.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Portrait of the Dying Man

Portrait of the man who speaks
So shyly of himself
So determined to let the world be known
This was his passion
This was the works of his inner soul 
Creative fiber
Compassionate and loving... 

Tormented daemons... 
Take a hold.
No more pain for one. 

Trying to survive just with the light of God.
Music is flowing through
Warm what is cold... hands are unstable.
This will lead us to the church 
But the doors are not open.

Looking for something more, I can't have.
Can never be a part of,

Struck by that thought I was a burden 
I have let you down... 


I will fail and fall 
No more, no more...
God forgiveness's 
God... a release... 
No way out, no way out.

Relatives I love you dearly. 

... 

Walk this maze for bleeding hearts
Fade in the autumn morn
That you've died today.

Some soul passes through...
The crepucular light. 
Follows you into the cold
To watch the last car leave the cemetery 
With less than what you loved inside. 

It storms in a prayer.
Words like raindrops trickle...
Off the streets 

Across the freeway 
And dawn, the morning has arrived.
Eyes flash headlight fade.
The laptop where the writer 
Made 
His inner most thoughts known

Portrait of the man who speaks
So poorly of himself

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Simply Lost

Simply lost
Soul embodied 
Your limbs swing free on the outskirts of shade
But it is dark here
No promise to the other land
(Fragments glisten among the stain glass)
I want to remain foreign when others pass
But my name can be read can it not? 
This is our home forevermore 

Walk on the pier safe from earth
Watch near the harbor, 
Horizons fade...
The lighthouse is dead....

Simply lost
Soul embodied...

And they continue the search
For him... 

For the missing poem
Not meant to be heard...
He has not spoken.... 
But you can sometimes hear  
His words in the wind. 

The written word is dead. 

Friday, November 1, 2013

Rare Beauty

Try to paint the world with new colour
Hum a song so familiar, played repeatedly 
The safest place is right here at home... 
And the morning is calling my name.
Prayers on the afterthought of dying...
Have mercy through the wind
The promise perceptive
Seen with blurry eyes...

What cannot be seen. 

My senses colliding, with the ocean waves... 
This rare beauty, presence within
Treasure to find...    
Feels like my soul,,, longs to swim 
But drowns into the deep darkness 
That once lulled me to rest... 

I hear those planes within miles 
But I can't determine where they go from here... 

With mothers whisper
With fathers fearless drive through the back roads...
I am here and I am without them...
I am there and I'm not forgotten...
And I try so desperately to keep those memories perceived 

The love inside.
From falling over. 

This rare beauty, presence within
Treasure to find...    
Feels like my soul. 

Try to paint the world with new colour
Hum a song so familiar, played repeatedly 
The safest place is right here at home... 
And the mourning is calling my name.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN

THE REVERIE MEETS AGAIN
WITHIN THE CONFINES OF
A SANCTUARY 
YOU BUILT FOR ME 
WITHOUT EVER MOVING A FINGER
THIS IS THE LIGHT 
OF THOSE DARK CLOUDS
AND IT IS PASSING THROUGH
MY BLOOD
MY VEINS
WATCH ME
AS I EASE THE SECRETES 
INSIDE
REPRESS
AND STILL SEE 
THE CANDLES ON THE WALL BURN OUT
WITHIN
THE VOID
MY THIS PUREST, ENDURING... OBSESSION
DON'T YOU FEEL IT AS SOMETHING
MORE THAN JUST A BEATING HEART?
UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN 
THESE FUCKING SYMPTOMS UNKNOWN
THE REASONS UNTOLD
BUT THAT'S OKAY WITH ME...
MY THIS PUREST, ENDURING... OBSESSION
DON'T YOU FEEL IT AS SOMETHING
MORE REAL...?
UNCOMMON, BEHOLDEN 
MOVE.... WITHOUT A SENSE 
TO KNOWN 
TO FIND SOMETHING
MAYBE IN THE TREES
THAT WILL COMPEL YOU
AND THEN BREATHE THE INTUITION WITHIN
THE REVERIE MEETS AGAIN... 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Father

Waiting for the end
From the corridor you speak of ghosts
And such presence I am relative too 
Don't you pray for me... 
Don't you burn out the last candle 
In the vacant room...
That needs no light 
My child you are not born yet...
You may never call me father...

You may never live the day. 

Father, how do you live without sex?  
How do you live without temptation... 
Father, how do you believe without seeing?

Seeing is not believing
It’s just so simple to ignore the things

We can’t accept;

So tears are empty on my sleeve
Because I had to have at least one drink
(One to remove me... one to include me,
The pain is the thirst and the thirst is the pain...)
Trade a little part of me for a piece of you
Is never fair but we are obligated to 
(Losing control... 

To find such words to praise. ) 

What if I can't meet you half way? 
What if your whole time with me was just a waste?

I'm too dead for this life. 

I'm to alone...
With all this love.

To hate.  

Waiting for the end
From the corridor you speak of ghosts

And I feel like one of them. 


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Clearing

5 months down the line...

I don't know this clear anymore
Don't notice these pale words 
Of prayers... 
Once spoken with grace
And a smile on your behalf....

For the muti-coloured trees 
To lose their sheltered leaves 
Over night.... so strangely  
Sadly intimate
E a r t h  & S k y
L o v e &  D e a t h
The way depression kept me away...
And you from living... the life you should have. 

(Without. 
Me.) 

Under frames,
Under closed windows 
Of moonlight's hidden face 

of 

L i g h t  &  D a r k 

of

W a r  & P e a c e 

Drinking out of a glass 
Half broken and half full 

Of my very own poison...
From my very own thirst...  

... 


I don't know this clear anymore
Don't notice these pale words 
Of prayers... 
Once spoken to me with grace
And a smile on your behalf....

My remembrance still 
While on a graves freshly buried 
I don't know which heart to believe 
The one that wants to remain here
Or the one that has to mourn to be freed

No name on the stone...
No softest eulogy
No bother for ghosts...
That haunt loves ritual 

My name is not on the epitaph 

Before... 

But within eyes, you can see clearly 

5 months down the line...

I don't know this clear anymore

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Taken

I think I'm dying...
It feels cold...
I fell close among the others...
Just a flick of the match and a spark
L i g h t s  T h e  W a y 

Have I been born again?
Or is this death? 

Do you see me...?
I am taken away by a swarm of angels?
Or am I as pale as the ghosts... 
Holding the chains... beneath the ground... 
Call me back so I can hear the echo 
Is there any restrain in what you do? 

I think I'm dying...
And it feels cold... 

I fell close among the others...
Just a tick of the clock and the moment goes
T h e  H o u r s  S l o w 

Break the chains... 

L i g h t   T h e  W a y 

Do you see me...?



The Devil & the Mad Child

The devil dies in October
The malicious attempts of my soul...
I know we're both deprived without us 
You're heart beating the second hand of the clock 
And mine the first...
The devil dies in October
And somehow evil lingers on... 

What will compel you?
Who will give you the power, 
The energy, the drive... 
To carry on... 
Half of who you use to be...
Far from who we are.
Yet somehow the same.
The way you feel without my 
Compassion... 
Without love
Is something incomplete 

You're no where now... 

You have no soul!

The devil dies in October

And yet I still burn...


BURN!

BURN!

BURN! 


I know we're both deprived without us 
You're heart beating the second hand of the clock 
And mine heart beating the first...

You have no soul. 

The devil & the mad child.

BURN!

BURN!

BURN! 



Friday, October 25, 2013

Night of Reverie

Nights in the reverie
The passion unwinds the clouds 
In a purple haze...
You open your eyes to see another's closed
And then fall back into sleep...

Still lines drawn from before us...
In the continuum of smoke
I read the ashes of
The papers folded...
And relinquish to dust.. 

Banished to everlasting words.

Nothing makes much sense now,
And surely isn't going to 
Once we've made our efforts known  

Use to be on cloud 9...
With strength to bare the emptiness without companion 
This time.. of evening
Wake- as you can no longer figure out
The best words to say
Or how to phrase them...

I can only talk to you about this...
I can only see the path I made for myself
Is as bright as it is while fading... 

I've known nothing more calmer 
In the months I've tried to recover.
Sinking deeper here and there
Off and on... 
Sometimes I think the fragments are over...
Disconnected- devoured 
Have all dissolved
Disappeared, evaporated...
Far into the flesh, 
The wrists are bleeding... 
Now 
In the coldness night of wind...

I try to recall the last time I felt this...
Irrelevant in all space and depth.

My vision slowly impaired... 

Nights of the reverie
The passion unwinds the clouds 
In a purple haze...
You open your eyes to see another's closed

A n d   T h e n   F a l l   B a c k   I n t o   S l e e p . . .

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

A Train Beyond A Train Beyond a Train


There are signs all around me i just don't know how to read them...
A train beyond a train beyond a train.
Some painful forces...
Guiding me, blinding me...
Eating away at the core from the inside

O U T

Numb the pain.

C l u e l e s s .
You've left the rooms within computers
You'e left the doors behind half open...
Like the cat that stares in... without entering
Watching so intently to ignore the details. 

But it is safe... 

H e r e 

It is safe. 

A train beyond a train beyond a train.

Significant

I wish I was...
T h e r e 
In spring again...
Before the heart failed me

F o r  T h e  F i n a l  T i m e ...

Away, Out on a limb,
Long distances, I tried... 
The taste for drugs or any escape 
Are not quite as innocent 
Anymore.
I'd love to tell you, otherwise. 
I'd love to feel something different

((significant, significant))

But either way it's just the same...
Reality is gone from my intrigue
There are days already past...
There are clouds under my eyelids 
Songs we sing in which we cry every time. 
But still we play them... 

There are days already past...
There are sins already forgiven.

I wish I was...
T h e r e 
In spring again...
Before the heart failed me

F o r  T h e  F i n a l  T i m e ...

Monday, October 21, 2013

October (VI) Blood From a Stone

Forever is a story not meant to be told
You can't get blood from a stone. 
You are the sunrise
Of this flooding dawn...

Amber's reflection on a sea of sky
Painted the raven above
The moonlight casting down...
-End Rain.
You are my friend
I hold you near to to me...

Eyes closed and still your expression there
Your eyes- aquamarine tears
Glistens...
Stain glass rearranged my face
My trail awaits. 

FEAR.
ONCE AGAIN. 

Fragmentation's of your healing 
Slow... slow...

All pain I belong to
Has eaten away at the core
Can't get blood from a stone.
One pill at a time
Ignore who you are... 

Fragmentation's of your feelings
Slow... slow...

What you love is broken
Every single hour I come to earth
On this day in, October
Just as I look upon death
As something mysterious unknowing  

Can't get blood from a stone.

Forever is a story not meant to be told.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

October (V) Bridge to Final Core

25 years and 7 months 
The deepest thoughts inside now,
Yes, I know what they are, 
Every single day, every hour
It's to difficult to set aside the pain
And the causes... 
Which I now know are my worst enemy. 

There's a table in the room where decoration 
Are place... 
Roses in the month of October 
Always seem to wither away quite rapidly,,, 
I see something different when I close my eyes now
There's a euphoric sense I can no longer achieve 
To live in poor health with or without love...
And be no fucking burden to others and myself... 

I m p o s s i b l e 

F o r c e 

C o m i n g  T h r o u g h ,

Is it time to sleep? 
Are you close to the windowpane? 
I have heard enough trains 
This endless mourning 
That the silence couldn't break
Not even in the shadow...
My presence  can't be seen... 

To have loved you as much as I had....

... 

I see nothing different when I close my eyes now...

Haunts of Love

Put it in the past...
Somewhere far away
Bury it deep in to the ground...
What ever it takes... 
Not to look inside... make believe 

To never hear you voice again...

Is surely the thought, once it rains...

The hours belittled in the hourglass.. 
Held within my hands, the power
The energy... 
I won't look inside if you don't...
I just want to know there's a beating heart 
On the other side
Someone I once loved...
Something missing all those years.

Put it in the past...
....far away... 



Saturday, October 19, 2013

The Columbarium


I'm losing my eyes... 
To see the world in such a way...
I'm losing.
This one cold hand into the vast entities of sleep
Don't make a deal with him...
Just bargain with my origins after I'm dead
Take anything you please...

I won't need them. 

Help me in the dark find the reasons
For this half eaten apple 
Bottomless to core... 
Deprived me... inspired me
Lead me to the spirit dweller...  

I still want to hear the music echo 
In the candlelight rooms... 
Before I've risen... 

To see the world in such a way...
I'm losing.

I wish to be 
Buried 
Not 
Cremated. 

(In the columbarium
Though, it's peaceful still)

I wish to be 
Buried 
Not 
Cremated. 

With a proper headstone.

Something worth taking a picture of
Shaded under the dreaming trees 
I can call my own...

I can call my own.

... 

Fragmentation of your feelings...
Slow... slow
Hallow is the path I walk  
Beseech you the written word...
THE WRITTEN WORD

IS

NOT

DEAD

UNTIL 

THE BLOOD RUNS COLD.

Fragmentation's of your healing...
Slow... slow
Hallow is the path I walk  
Beseech you the written word...
THE WRITTEN WORD

IS

NOT

DEAD

UNTIL 

THE BLOOD RUNS COLD.

...


THE BLOOD RUNS…

Friday, October 18, 2013

P a s s e n g e r

Hello, my passenger 
You may ash wherever you like...
The sin of the night is within the sky
Above me, a halo of hymns 
Precious in time... 
Put your face beyond the glass
Enthrall me with your vision...
Something less distinguished
In my twisted mind, I have been there...
You are here to impair me 
Devour me... 
Make me feel nothing. 
Tap the fluid tap...
Fill the blood in veins..

A pill dissolves the moonlight
Sufficient liquid measure in a bottle cap
Empty's 

Roll down the window and feel the autumn air... 
No more reality
Only what you think on... is irreverent 
In the small space in which you crawl out from 
Life is there to push us back down... 

Push us back down... 

To the bottomless core.

Sufficient liquid measure in a bottle cap
Empty's 

Hello, my passenger 


Thursday, October 17, 2013

The Written Word Is Dead.

Long live the written word
The written word is dead...
I found deprived of dust as I walk through the wind
In a bell storm... 
Bombs are going off in every which way..
Saw the morning news paper headlines 
Didn't read anything...
I n t r e s t i n g 
That hadn't dissolved in the rain. 

My, how the mind is against us... 
Something you will always betray 
My, how the light is missing
Something you may never see again... 

Long live the written word
The written word is dead...

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

October (IV) Deep Sleep


I need rest... deep sleep... 
With no nightmares or thoughts at all...
Play for me, your version of the same 
Summerland
Wishing you could hear just one more record 
Spinning 
Forgone the distance bell
My Shell 
I left in October. 

Peace & tranquility 

Within the light, burning out
As I fade in...

I need rest... deep sleep... 

... 

Play for me, your version of the same 
Summerland

I left in October. 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

October (III) She

We are one, 
We are free...
And at last, the serve changes
Serve dividing 
((Second sun))

We swing upon the trees
And I hold your garland 
Around my wrists 
Yes, it feels like Sunday 
But every tomorrow 
Is another space between
It haunts me still,
The loss and this empty churchyard 
Without a bell to chime in... 
As I rest, unknowingly 
Forevermore 

Away from my human form
Presence still on earth.  

But I read the lines 
In hours that ignite my soul. briefly
To speak to you from afar 
Do you hear me? 
Is that a plane in the sky? 
Is there a plan in your eyes? 
(Don't tell me, just appear.) 
Revert your clouds back to me... 

Mourn between; pauses 
Warm sips of tea 

My, how I mourn for...
The spirit I was 

Flowers wilted in the frail vase- 
My bedside of holy sentiments 
Losing all belief  within fear 
That never had it all, but felt the heart was full
And life was content just dreaming. 

O how I mourn for...
The solution to end all pain.

... 

October breeze flows in
Summer is surly gone
My beloved 
But the wind is no longer sweet. 
No, 
Smells of autumn and captivating 
R a i n d r o p s 
Upon the fallen leaves... 

But the wind is no longer sweet. 
No, 
The wind is sour 

From no victory. 

...

Yes, it feels like Sunday...

Goodnight to you wherever you sleep. 

Monday, October 14, 2013

October (II) Being in Light

Hold your being in light
So Saint Once
On sky of river's stream
It's amber reflection 
Silhouetted my grace again
((In nature))
This one way bridge to the final core  

On graves and fallen Limbs 

And you brushstroke aside my hair 
Through the everlasting wind 

Forgive me in the passing 
On this eleventh day in October
Through the cold breeze 
Against the autumn trees 
Of promise ghost... 

Like the leaves now missing

O n e   W a y   B r i d g e   T o   T h e   F i n a l  C o r e .

It's just a temporary thought of you
Clouds follow...
I want to hold dear
However long, that may haunt me
And haunt me 
Forevermore 

However long, that may haunt me
And haunt me 
Forevermore 

I still think of you
I still see your face on the other side 

This dismal clarity 
Of pills and tea I drink... 

Just once I want to meet you 
Just once I want to see you
Just once... 
I want to hold your... 

B e i n g  I n  L i g h t.

October (I) Enlightenment

Enlighten me
The bridge to the final core 
Consuming your light 
Over the moon

There's still something I can't grasp, always 
When you walk out that door 
The fears, terrifies! 

By what you may not know
It's seems the same- hard to beleive 
The light meanders- shadows
 On the photographic wall 

Lucy still hesitate in the hall 
Slowly wanders into my old room...
To see what pictures I had hung 

Before October 

See the burning candle I have
Red wax stain on the floor- like blood
I'm still hear you know...?

I'm still hear...

So-

E n l i g h t e n  M e


Aquamarine In Colour

The arrival of fear, stares through the window
Holding the trees with a lurch in the wind
Try to stay focused... you're not as far as you think 
The further we are the closer the absence
Only this one tear, aquamarine in colour
Divined we speak, separate in motion

My, how the colours blend
Hours troubling 
It's sometimes seen, we are unseen, 
Believers in everything 
Overcast it's nothing... 

The rainfall of an again  e n c o u n t e r 
Fades 
Are these bells religious
Or just sounds souls to feel 
Are the ordainment sacred 
Or does time worn the angel faces? 
Is there a difference in the way father speaks
I still hear the trees like a candle  f l i c k e r s 
In the wind.... 
I still wander in this maze
Like a lab rat you invented...

Watch me drink. 

See me crawling up the wall
For the drug that once saved me...
Don't give a fuck, make a joke about the cause 
The force is insurmountable
The innocence of the afterthought 
The once war of a battlefield 
Now the children of young play in the cold...  

... 

Friday, October 11, 2013

Myth or Blood

I'll take the myth, you take the blood. 

I don't need you to want me. 

I need to breathe without
Wanting...

Anything that will remove me from this...
 E n t i t y
It's a shame part of me still admires who I am...
All destructive and bruised... 
Why does it hurt so much...?
The mind, that clarity gone...
Voices are there but some are missing...
Something drowned out like a echo 
Of your solitude... always awake 
Yet sleeping... peacefully

Why does it hurt so much...?

I don't need you to want me. 

I need to breath without
Wanting...

I'll take the myth, you take the blood. 


The Blue Of Night

I can find no more beauty within this pain
But the sky is blue this night, is it not? 
Surrounding by the trees, there the moon
We all thought should turn to blood,
With a f l i c k e r , in my hand 
The light i carry in my soul for all to see
But cannot read to deep,
Do not slip, there's more here 
To meet the eyes  
Dim to candle light... I pray that 
I will not die 

By 

My own hands... 

Before my final book is read. 

The light i carry in my soul for all to see
But cannot read to deep,

The sky is blue this night, is it not? 




Papers Folded


Recreate me from what you already know 
Uncover the boulders, the cinders within thee ashes
An ankh turns silver within the coil... 
Dust off the jacket... the pages torn. 
The fire dances... the shadows ritual 
Afraid to fall asleep again for the nightmare...
It may be just another day, long live the once wise man
Feeding ducks and folding news papers... 

(To many people get caught up in the policies 
And religion of things...
Peace is all I've ever wanted to believe.

Peace within you and peace within my darkest fears...)

Part of you must have given up 
While in the highest of highs
The lowest of lows to counter 
What depressants will do to the soul
While the mind is unbalanced
I pray for you now... 
But that doesn't say nearly enough 
Or anything intimate felt
For those who are deeply loved.
And you are love... 

My love. 

There's no question. 

...

It's almost a curse...
Like following along in my old footsteps...
The new ones trample over 
What got lost in the way... 

I found that papers folded meant 
There lied secretes underneath... 
But my poems nearly scratch the surface 
Of who I am 
And where I should be...

Now...  

After all this pain. 

f r a g m e n t s 

My love. 

I pray for you now... 
But that doesn't say nearly enough 
Or anything intimate felt

But that's okay.

Recreate me from what you already know.

...

An ankh turns silver within the coil...  
Silver within the coil... 
An ankh turns silver within the coil... 
Silver within the coil... 
An ankh turns silver within the coil... 
Silver within the coil... 

Thursday, October 10, 2013

T h e C l a r i t y

Speak to me from beyond the wall of sleep
The vial, closed inside.
It would be nice to remain here 
Immortalized for something meaningful 
It would be in a lie if i didn't say that I loved you 
In some devastating way... 
The fear of it all, and what you expected from me. 

Those ends of lines I couldn't change 

Make my life or those around me any better.

Today I saw the face of the old shepherd's gray
Monument 
Forgiveness in Will. 
People called him Christ, but I am particle to the bible.
To any organized religion...
You don't need four walls to pray... 

Or be judge for what you believe in 
When the world has it's own complexities. 
Most people you come across have no since of wonder.. 
While others are so caught up in it 
There's no margin for air... 

To breathe without fallen deeper. 

The sky falls as well. 

Deprived of the innocence 

But I desperately believe that there is life somewhere, after. 
Though I truly believe my time here is spent... 
A premonition that dies young, recreating 
If only God or some force could give me the clarity,
Heal what it is, I don't know. 

Speak to me from beyond the wall of sleep
The vial, closed inside.
It would be nice to remain here 
Immortalized for something meaningful 
It would be in a lie if i didn't say that I loved you 
In some devastating way... 



Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Legacy of Unrest


Could this be my legacy? 
The thought torments my mind
Could this be all that's left... of autumn trees 
So soon came October
The wind that blows the leaves away
(So soon my life flashed before my eyes 
To need more than I can have. 
And have more than I desire... 

And that's the worst thing 
To want for one who comes not. 

To stay here and make my life true.
Again. 

Is the farthest thing from being alive. 

No denial, no denial 

... 

A fragrance lifts my spirits high
No more to mourn and mourn
To cry... 
Sing elusive, to the altar 
Speak in Cryptic
Still speaks your name

Call me wiser, less imaginative 
Who are you other than a friend? 
If not even...

Are you there...? 

Speak of love
My death awaits you, 

Hand slips on the final line...

Like lies to "always"  


To Be Continues

Let me go
Let me free
Dyad of of the woods
Repeating 
My voice once stagnate in the air...
No church chimes for me
No bells on mount pleasant high today 
The soul lingers on in pain... 
Her refusal to connect with me 
Or reconnect with anyone
Let me go
Let me free 
Dyad of the woods
Repeating  

Self sacrifice at my hands... 

It's just the disillusion of a dream 
Stay calm for moments of clarity 
Calm and becalm 
The depression drowns in the stream
H e r e 
O f

 T o  B e  C o n t i n u e s . . .

The nearby river where I rest on the rocks 
Now I walk through... 
Benevolent as a ghost... 
Calm and becalm. 
The nearby river where I rest on the rocks 

It's just the disillusion of a dream 
To stay calm for moments of clarity 
Calm and becalm 

Let me go
Let me free  

Dyad of of the woods

Self Sacrifice at my hands...