Saturday, August 31, 2013

Immortal Binding


THERE IS NO SAVING ME FROM THIS?
I HAVE TO DIE FOR THIS? 

You're bible has dust on it...
And candle wax,
It's discarded on the floor...
Pages missing, words ignored. 
The binding is showing at the top...
And so are your scars. 

I  b l e e d , I ' m  f a l l i n g. 

Sometimes you can be so misleading...
Smile when all you want to do is curse the day
Take anything that kills you, faster...
I cannot bleed no more for this passion...
I will only amount to failure. 

...

I planned a family once...
3 children....
Elizabeth, Eleven, & Eve 
(A sweet romance,
Calm and tender
Like Chino and Diane) 

"How can I leave you now when you're already a part of me."  

I planned a family once...
Just wanted to dream. 

...

Sunlight is blinding when your still stuck in darkness 
Lord please...
May this not be all in vain.

Your bible has dust on it...

Maybe we're all trying to hard to be seen
To be loved, to be un-ordinary.

Maybe the light has a certain glow that makes you afraid.
Afraid to live 
Afraid to love... 
Afraid to suffer 
And fight for all that matters most.

BUT ARE THE LINES IN THE WAY?

IS THERE ANY SAVING ME FROM THIS?

DO I HAVE TO DIE FOR THIS?

I can only live one way...  

I m m o r t a l   B i n d i n g .

...

I  b l e e d ,  I ' m  f a l l i n g. 




Friday, August 30, 2013

Human

Train carts flood out from darkness 
One by one 
A single frame divided by the eyes 
To witness the unreality... 
I am trapped, yet I am free 
I am ill, yet I am...

Still breathing... 

Below this elaborate cemetery
One half full and the other an empty field. 
To see the stars all meld together 
From the light of the moon 
Filling one side of the sky with stars 
And the other with clouds.

I want to rest here
I want to sleep...
And tomorrow I strongly urge-
Our love to grow more near... 
Both within me and the hallowed
To approach thee angelic monument   
Far away from my last words written or perceived...
Give the space a certain distraction 
Let this be something unexplained-

Supernatural. 

Following death for such a full heartbeat 
To hold on..,
Only the lost of love in my life 
These many years... 
Has failed me to be human.

And I am human.

Just touch my skin...

...

Come to me
Fill me with your angel eyes
Before the ghosts takes me away for good. 

For good.  

Rose for the Vanquished

Every once in a while I see something in someones eyes,
In a gentle smile... familiar yet unfamiliar
Like a paradox.
The energy permeates from one soul, the heart is pure
Stronger than any fear, could ever grow... 

Now the distances between life and death
Only seem like a matter of footsteps. 
Likely in the snow, holding red flowers from the grove... 
Thee eternal rose for the vanquished...
A kiss on the neck for the newly acquainted. 
Whisper of life, through the trees
Immortal by nature... 
Faith uncommon, common Faith, 

The energy permeates from one soul, the heart is pure.

We're here because we're here.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

In celebration of Life / Kingdom II


I am fresh rain a midst this summerland, in celebration of life 
The tears stain wet concrete 
If words we're spoken the echo would ascend the church walls... 
Forgiveness in will 
If God is listening be aware my age is still young. 
The way the earth stood still as i came from distance grace 
And was taken by fear. 
I see the loved ones surround and you beam in their eyes as autumn leaves hit the ground 
Falling between kingdoms and the trees of mount pleasant high
Though just an observer,
I felt the warm touch slip my hands
All fear was over... 
Recalling what the earth did the day I died. 
Recalling as you may sense the fresh rain a midst this summerland.

In celebration of life. 

... 

As dust cleared from my body not breathing
The entity of light, the soul... the holy spirit. 
Now wash away the tears... absolve the heartache.

Stars shine bright the eve of the second coming. 

Shadows dance all around you
(They're the ones we chose.) 
You just don't t see the abundance of love I have inside 
Forbidden to offer up...
As you may know
The fire inside our eyes eventually dies...

The same way the clouds pass over the sun. 
Reluctant to follow... 
When the heart is but a ghost... 

You just don't t see the abundance of love I have inside 

...

In celebration of life.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Momentary Bliss / On Limbs and Fallen Graves

Forget October
What rain has but a soft glow
Glistening against your eyes
When tears hide from sorrow...?
I shall be the last to fall a sleep 
As it rains harder, even desperately 
I fail to shut you out of my mind...

But live in fear, not knowing.

The earth more and more still at night
As the silence drifts in endless openings 
Leading back to the door we closed. 

I always find a little solace
Being the only one left to answer the questions
There are no answers for...
It's a repetition, a heart beating flat line...
Momentary Bliss;
Of no need for comfort 
No need for love or companionship. 

Just a lonely soul caught in the drift for the other ghost
To share some things, we are not able.
Footsteps there walking through Martha's Vineyard. 
The sound of the train in the distant background 
Of a time I walked the tracks....
With no conception of how the summer would be my end.

... 

What a fool to drift like this, over time
Someones always drifting from me...
As I try to steer a whirlwind of broken dreams
Over the limbs to free me from failure over again

To free me from disease. 

The heartbeats and the cemeteries...
I swear there will come a day... 
Walking the blind path through each misery 
Realizing the light you thought you lost 
Was always there. 

A Momentary Bliss;

Monday, August 26, 2013

I Am What I Came For

Continuous rain
I beseech thee unholy cloud....
Depend on the light, the giver of spirit within
Not from the earth now 
That has become more painfully real

Than ever I feared it could be. 

Angel of death, I need you. 
To shut my eyes when you close your wings. 

Shadows of the earthly passing
The three line cross... 
Bloodshot eyes of dawn- a stairwell leading nowhere...
The room of people, all starring...
MISTAKES HAVE BEEN MADE!!!
How do they know?... are my thoughts, they're hearing? 

Continuous rain
I beseech thee unholy cloud....
Depend on the light, the giver of spirits within
Not from the earth now 
That has become more painfully real.

...

I Am What I Came For 

Empty Church

Hallow sanctuary
Assumption of ghosts
(The October mists)
Reversing the air...

I am what I came for.
Holding keys to unlock the organ player 
Dust hits the light, a momentary bliss 
Drugs mix with pain like blue and violet blend 
The last lines of a poem never read before
We say out loud
I am what I came for.    

Lost all feeling in my hands and feet,
Lost something deeper, I can't be withdrawn from....
The fear that is at stake... evil
I AM HOLY,  I AM LOVE.
To fate's blue eternal

A disillusion effect-
From the light we pass through
I try envision iconic canvases 
Silver screens and motion pictures
Film, decades before I was ever born

Hallow sanctuary
Assumption of ghosts
(The October mists)
Reversing the air...


The last lines of a poem never read before
We say out loud
I am what I came for.     

This My Garden

I miss you.
The sun setting between horizons 
Lost. 
I can't abuse myself anymore...
But I will;
Until my flower dies again
I'll never learn to grow more...
This my garden. 
They'll never be anyone else. 

I don't know how to speak to you when your not even a friend...
Nothing more could ever last so short
In such brief moments in time 
But be the soul purpose of all inspiration 
Leading to my nervous breakdown.
Those heartfelt years....
Repressed fears... 
Passion slipped away... 

Until my flower dies again
I'll never learn to grow more...
This my garden. 
Come... 

Take a walk through Martha's vineyard, 
Hold my hand...
If not invisible 
Lay beside the shaded tree
Stay with me awhile
If not together 
In your heart
As you are in mine. 

This my garden. 
Come... 

...

The sun setting between horizons
Lost. 

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Safe from Earth

That's all I need to know,
Whether you're there... somewhere. 
When trains pass early morning.... 
Maybe in October, 

When I clear the dust away....

That's all i need to know,
Whether you're there... somewhere.

Magic lingers between life and death
So strangely intimate, fear and belief.
I would recognize you as my lover but the heart could feel many things.  
That fine line and the balance of each gesture 
The beating of the trembling hearts 
Or maybe just the colour of the eyes.... 
The sweat scent of a flower..

Those words in our hands. 

I am delicate to the touch
In my skin... I am broken.
I am not sacred
I have no future.... 

My soul is bruising... tries to escape me every day.
So I will stay under the covers.... 
Rest assured, far away from falling into blank space 

Trying to reach for the rope
Uncoiled 
Knowing that there's only two ways this will end. 
To be at ease, mind you....
So strangely intimate, fear and belief.

That's all I need to know,
Whether you're there... somewhere. 
When trains pass early morning.... 
Maybe in October, 

When I clear the dust away....

That's all i need to know,
Whether you're there... somewhere.

...

Many things are missing from me now...
The negative out weigh the positive 
To many to count, 
But the essence of the memories are never flawed 
We are forever loved.
And I will revert back into my soul once the dying is over. 

Sometimes I remember crying at the most beautiful things....
The harmony on the last verse, deform to form a star 
The way that Cycy speaks when she reads my poems;
The world it echoes without a wall to carry off but my heart. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

On Mount Pleasant High

How can I make your eyes look more real
Like something painted from the bible 
That earth is pretend
Though I try to embrace it... 
As if something else is controlling me
I'm not processed...

Or fictitious...

I've just lost the will to live. 

On mount pleasant high 
With book in hand, my only way to share my life with you
By writing what is left of my mind fragmented, 
The turning of the scattered pages 
My vision is going through the tunnel white 
Rosary beads in palms of hands open up the gates 
I'm surely ready this wandering night
I will follow through... I will follow through 
The suicide of my broken heart 

Eternal soul. 

On mount pleasant high 

When all I want to do is say goodbye
To go home and sleep it off.
To see things the way they were 
And never leave this world... 

Without you. 

The magic is slipping away like the end of the book
Or ever seeing snow again
The eternal light of my heart is gone 
Numb to the ache only found in pill form
As I tolerate to much now, to much now unforgiving... 

On mount pleasant high 

I look outside my window and see the garden has grown
And as I cry my final tears in the storm
Just before the wakening of my second sun
The end is graceful like the joining of two hands together... 
Separating the distances 

If only written in a poem 

I promise you, there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.  

...

How can I make your eyes look more real
Like something painted from the bible 
That earth is pretend
Though I try to embrace it... 
As if something else is controlling me
I am processed...

I am fictitious...

Where on earth is there a place for me without fear? 

On mount pleasant high.

Sheer Sanity

It is said that the moonlight elevates the wounds
Sometime early Tuesday morning the dirt was covered 
Over the seeds you planted- not long ago 
The old garden blossom here    
A rain fell that split the tears
From on eye open to the soul.  
On the outside looking in-
A man who hasn't reach rock bottom yet 
Surely feels the same disheartening

None can console to. 

But as of now what is left of my thoughts is just a prayer repeating 
What I heard someone sacred once tell me 
In the attempt to relinquish my soul...
The modest tone of religion, enlightenment, rebirth...
Must be choice with his words
But never knows that what they're all thinking...
Could be the wrong truth for the million faces
I can't see myself as ever being a part of... 

To be what's expected? 

The dumb don't worry much at all.

As I lie awake facing the window ledge 
F o r   M o o n l i g h t   T o   E l e v a t e   T h e   S c a r  s .

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Behalf

Tell me what your feeling
I s  B l e s s e d
Hands below us as faith exits
((On a narrow rope...))
Tell me what your feeling
Is  B l e s s e d 

And let the rest of the fear  d i s s a p e a r 
F o r e v e r m o r e .

Tell me that the earth is not the only one
((Life after....))
Wandering the safe places don't feel safe anymore
Tell me the truth about your disaster 
Because I know it will unravel very soon.

As I reach for your hand below us...
Seems you pulled away from mine as the rose descended
As I fell through the hole in the ground...
Dizzy, lost and tumbling as the patterns of self-destruction
Turn to halo's for a crown

O n   My   B e h a l f . . .

Tell me what your feeling
I s  B l e s s e d
Hands below us as faith exits

Tell me what your feeling 
I s n 't  R e a l . 

What is Left

What is left of you
While I'm on the other side?

Two strings hang down by the side of the gate 
What is left of garlands
I'm brushed by something unknowing 
My skin risings... 
As I watch the breeze in the trees 
Don't take this away from me...

Don't take this the wrong way.

I am forgetful now
Or I choose not to remember 

I am the part repressing
And in the days I sink
Spinning off the floor
To close my eyes and see clouds moving
From the same horizon 
From Before. 

It's made me less patient 
It's made me more unaware...

As I look down at the water
Our movements are very slow 
As I adjust one shaking hand with the other. 
I Inhale the smoke...

But without the smoke 
Light a fire you can't put out. 
And in the end the light is still the light that's saving you from darkness 
Saving you from what you don't want to feel.

As I adjust one shaking hand with the other. 

What is left of you
While I'm on the other side?

What is left of garlands.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

In Creation



Obvious we see through each-other now
Blinking lights red of the train crossing...
Blue and I are silver in one 
And you and I are together in creation. 
Smoke rising up 
Deliver the flood to the veins 
Cut deliberately 
See myself as a stranger...

How could I ever let the meaning get away? 

Sunlight now on biblical horizon 
The last vial held in arms with candles and vinyls. 
Loving cat resting peacefully by my side...
And the trees in the courtyard meld significantly 
Upon the hills filled with gray 
As the world of night traps the hand writing words 

How could I ever let the meaning get away? 

... 

And in this peace you are driven 
Inspired... you are creative!
Justified only 
To live or to live not... 
To be healthy or to suffer. 
To live or to live not?
The memories are more potent 
The smell of the books and rain 
As you listen to prodigal... 

(The good times never seem to last. )

I am slowly becoming what I always feared 
More a mystery to myself than I can even go on being. 
There is more to feel here than there is in dying? 
Every fear that God gave us will be greater...

But will the weak be absolved?

...

Just one more panic attack and I can't hide nor run
Tell a soul what is really happening 
But trap the worst feelings alone 
To avoid the beast that shatters the body and soul
The mind into  f r a g m e n t s 
Every line, every poem... 
To feed off a broken heartbeat. 

Just one more attack... 
Before the unexplained fall... 
Before there was any knowledge I ever was.

To be a martyr for love... 

To keep the blame a steady flood. 

As the world of night traps the hand written words 

How could I ever let the meaning be loss? 

Monday, August 19, 2013

The Avoidance Paradox


Don't let the wind die...
It storms in a prayer 
Words like raindrops 
T r i c k l e 
Off the streets 
Down the drain
To some place darker

Leaves me looking up in the air
To let the last falter... 
To give me some  M o r p h i n e 
U n d e r   M y   F l e s h...

To breathe.

...

Remembering the shadows 
Going up the stairs 
Someone hiding 
Something missing...
I don't know what.

I don't know where
You planted the rose
But I'm drawn to the garden almost every time
I look out the window...

And see a rocking chair sway
With no one else in it. 
I hear the piano play
And the sound of your fingers tapping
G e n t l e 
Against the mantle... 

And as I come down the stairs
My feet never touch the ground
And I'm left with little... to pass through 

Y o u r   S o u l . 

....

Don't let the wind die 

Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Reading Of the Book Of...

Ancient chimes 
The sound in the courtyard
Before our footsteps in the snow... 

I remembered crushed leaves
Where golden trees 
Open wide on redsky 

There is beauty in the thought
There could be an Autumn 
A Winter in my mind...

This frame still... broken on the left
I cut my hands on the glass
Just trying to keep the pieces together...
Or from breaking up even more.

Don't judge me...
I'm unbalanced...
But still I pray to God before I go to sleep
Just to hear thoughts
Just to hear the silence
When I've said what I needed to say... 

Play your chimes
In the quiet churchyard on Sunday

Leave your book

O n  T h e  A l t a r 

Turn it... to this one page. 

Read my autumn 
Read my winter 

T e  l l   M e   W h a t   I t    S a y s  ?

Friday, August 16, 2013

Uncompassionate

(The pain of everyone surrounding me)
The blood drops down
From the nail of the cross...
E y e s  o p e n 
E y e s  c l o s e d
The vast ocean 
And I can't even cry a single drop for her... 

(Still the love of my life.)

Still a candle burning... 
Though the well runs dry  
Every October...
The trees point a certain direction in the sky
And that sky is an assortment of colours  
I'd do anything to write from... 
To breathe... 
To just dream a simple dream 
When you wake up to your life welcoming the day
Instead of refusing it... 

Some hail collides with monuments in the storm 
Of anguished words and misused drugs
In arms length away the trees are fading from my line of vision 
The sky is angry with me... 
You couldn't tell... 
My God is uncompassionate...

(The pain of everyone surrounding me)

The blood drops down
From the nail of the cross...
E y e s  o p e n 
E y e s  c l o s e d
The vast ocean 
And I can't even cry a single drop for her... 

(Still the soul of my light

Narrowing down to darkness....)

I am Burden.

No more consumption
No more to consume
In your cloudy eyes no one knows 
Have seen the darkness get behind
The shadow of the hindered soul  
It's a drug like any kind...
Whispers in your ear and you hear the voice of a savior
( H a l l o w e d  B e  T h y  N a m e )
3 months down the road and your breathes are even shallower 
All contrast between... 
Waiting on the night and living through the day 
Hiding it....
Praying on the nights and living among the dead
Just to end the  M a d n e s s

You don't whisper anymore...
YOU SCREAM. 


No more consumption
No more to consume
In your cloudy eyes no one knows 
Have seen the darkness get behind
The shadow of the hindered soul  

( H a l l o w e d  B e  T h y  N a m e )

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Derealization

A different kind of chill in the air 
Of something missing and something unfulfilling
Something evil, something holy... 
And the pain and the healing...
And the love and the hate  
And the prayer and the worship
And the name on the grave. 

The living, the dying 
The passionate, the scaring...

Pour your blood 
Bless this body 
S a c r i f i c e 
What you've earned 

Belong to me... 
Hold out your arms.

Bliss for grace. 

There are no secrets 
I share my words 
In case I die... 

I've wanted to leave
But only find peace in what is left behind. 

Who am I? 
Where did I depart from...?
The candle burned out and there was no flame to cover 
Fire has spread to the soul and the mind is panicked
Don't believe the drug...
And the withdrawal of ages... 

A different kind of chill in the air 
Of something missing and something unfulfilling.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Old Peace


You could wise 
Spending a lifetime under your tree
Watching apples 
Fall from above... 

You could be lost 
Aimless
In you hometown
Nothing in that moment matters more
Than the book in your hand.

And I see impressions
And I see fingerprints 
F o o t s t e p s 
Tears in the rain

But nothing is more perfect 
Than the smell of 
H a r m o n y

You've got your solitude 
And I've got my peace.

If only in just this 
One  f r a g m e n t 

T o g e t h e r 

I t  g r o w s

T h i s  T r e e 

Maybe lost 
Maybe aimless

Maybe right where I need to be....

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Imaginary Tree

Sore to me on angels wings 
Before my death bed...
To see me away...
Watch me in the flesh 
Before I turn to bones 
And ashes... 

(To see us crying up there
To know the face of no stranger...)

Yet I haven't cried in so long... 
The fear got in the way of something beautiful 
The tears of music on my sleeve. 
And hold life in my arms a dream not made. 

See the pathetic joke I am? 
Or hold my cold hands, to bring strength 
When no one can... 

(To see us smiling up there
To know the face of no stranger...)

And reach my grave 
Before your garden...

With your imaginary tree.. 
Of branches... still holding on.
Limb to Limb  

Flesh 
Bone
Ash... 

To see me away...

Sore on angels wings. 

Unless Fade

There are no lines to bridge the gap 
Unless fade....
To spell words the opposite direction
As the brain can't comprehend any further...

Some have always known
The pale figure of a lonely ghost 
Feeds on the pain and anguish
To haunt what is fearful.   
Some have always known 
The pale face of the poet 
Wants to believe things he's not capable of...

There's no way of knowing...
There's no way to know.

Where some headlines fail to be told
And others make national news...

Where some eulogy fails to be read
And others pay their respects 

I need no other life other than forgiveness 
That day I lost everything within  
And have repressed almost innocently  
To carry the blood through my veins
Heart beating with several signs from above 
That there are so many reasons here...  
Tears me a part... 

Tears the pages 
The open books... 

Of my damaged soul 
Setting the flight to high.
And the will to go on... 

 Any longer.

There are no lines to bridge the gap.

U n l e s s   F a d e 

Liquid over Fire

Stairwell is cold
On these nights
Streets are like dust
With rain

Breathe in the smoke of a cigarette
Try to feel calm
But just anxious...

Leaves fall from an imaginary tree
I try to touch them...
My hand slips in between

Like liquid over fire 
Dissolving the flame

My heart once... felt strong
F o r   S o m e o n e

N o w 

C a n ' t  S e e  T h e  D a y . 

Monday, August 12, 2013

Corroded Soul

Nicotine makes me ill...
Quite frankly life does too
The fever world decay...
Dissatisfaction 
All my addictions 
A s s o c i a t e  
With you...

That one lost vision of hope
Of beauty behind stormy eyes 
Dissolve the pill under my tongue
Repress, illuminate
Corroded soul... 
To feel something

Maybe inhuman, maybe strong...
Now I'm reborn 

God, this doesn't bother me anymore.

And then tomorrow... dead again for all to love.
Love no more. 

To feel something

Maybe inhuman, maybe strong...
Now so cold...

Wind blow through me...

That one lost vision of hope.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Without Question

https://soundcloud.com/alec-wildey/without-question

Afraid to sit down in your own chair 
This is just me second guessing  
I would never doubt myself

There comes a time when
You have to sire your mind from fear 

I t  I s  W i t h o u t  Q u e s t i o n

Love is full 
Love is to be 
Eternal

So what's keeping me from falling? 

Is what's keeping you grounded

Watch it all... from the reflection
The hourglass
Of a Watch
A timepiece
It means so much, yet so little

Watch the sky go by in your eyes so sweet.

Watch the grave crack along the side
My name

So little... 

It continues....

....

Leaves nothing but  B l a c k
On the soil 
My hands are now covered

But I will let you in...
Or they will let you in
Into the gates...

W h e n  T h e  T I M E  C o m e s 

...

I stand naked
Above the clouds
I cannot justify 
All that's left behind
With a night so black
So uncertain
You doubt yourself 
And you doubt your love 

But all that's innocent
All that's beauty and grace
Brings you back.... 
Sucks your soul back into your chest 

And I cover my eyes from tears
And I open them again and find I'm still here.

THAT WITHOUT QUESTION. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Lost Between

Melancholy won't stay the rain
And you won't doubt a thing I question
Walking on the outside safe from earth 
T h a t  S k y 
Or near the pier on sunrise T o m o r r o w 
Maybe just a look in the eyes...
Of things that got lost between.

The sound romancing...
Touching your lips with a sweet sent of a flower
Those words in our hands
As my palms reach the soil... 
You are beloved... in so many ways 

I am ghost. And yet I. Still feel pain...

H e r e 

Those words in your hands
As my psalms reach the soul 

Melancholy won't stay the rain
And you won't doubt a thing I question
Walking on the outside safe from earth 
(T h a t  S k y)
Or near the pier on sunrise T o m o r r o w 
Maybe just a look in the eyes...
Of things that got lost between... 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Forever Past

Lie awake 
Wait for time to time in again 
With almost endless fear 
As the doors becomes nowhere near the escape 
Ease my shaking legs... d i s a p p e a r

Music of my memory now
She haunts my dreams...
F o r e v e r  P a s t
To write as a ghost 
To love as a stranger 
I feel the sun 
Has no warmth for me

T o  c o n t i n u e 

And today is slowly winding down
In my heart the waning moon 

Love til' death 
And leave flowers in the window. 

Monday, August 5, 2013

The Unknown

Beauty.... Love 
G r a c e 
Help me through this
Guide my way through uncertain times
The idea of tomorrows
And not waking up... 
Crippling fear and danger that's always been here
But never so immersed in my thoughts

It's seems selfish even somehow hollow... 
But I know I'm fading away
With only myself to blame... 
Or just the death that keeps haunting me
Fascinated me once looking above cemetery trees 
To be a part of the field and rest eternal...

Beauty... Love
F a i t h .
Help me through this
As I sink... 
Never knowing 
But falling into the unknown
Without the love that holds the roots to my tree 
On solid ground. 

Holding the hands of ghosts...
Slipping again and again... 
Don't want to know what it's like to be without everyone. 
So scared to think... 
What's left behind... 

As fear wins. 


Beauty.... Love 
G r a c e 
Help me through this

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Debrief

Remember the stars 
Cover them with rain
Remember the soft lips
And the dust that falls from grace 
My hands across the grass as the wind grew between
Some light always follows and then slips away
Some will tell you they love you but it won't mean anything.

Not a word to counter the force 
The weather is just how it feels now
Nothing to it, just cold... 

I feel the balance is not knowing 
Where to go or where to follow 
Some harmony erased you as the ground you walked fell below

Needless, always wanting 
Something more to fill the void. 

Remember the stars 
Cover them with rain
Remember the soft lips
And the dust that falls from grace.

Friday, August 2, 2013

New Sea

All you need the love and found
Light of pathway, solid ground  
Protected by angels
Under a certain light...
Red obtains a reflection of Christ 
In the silhouette of autumn refrain 
I will not enter 
Until the gates reappear in summer's rain
You are my canvas 
And I am the brush that paints the new sea.