When you have love secreting from your pores it is easy to feel as though all is lost when that no longer remains. The love still comes just as it did before however when the object of your affection is missing, that love just recklessly spews out leaving nothing but an obvious void. I wonder at times how people carry on, is it because most do not shoulder emotion with such measure? It is not that the loss is so great that it has left me paralyzed but that time itself has become immeasurable and life will likely languish in misery. Not life in its entirety but the glorious wave of sentiment that comes and goes, which is where many of us unwittingly define our lives.
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So, as the piano gradually begins I look up at the endlessly setting sun and it shines purity upon my face. Squinting to protect my perspective, I gaze over the tattered rooftops knowing that only my eyes can peer upon this sight to be seen as it will never be this moment again and I am painfully aware it cannot be shared even if that is what I wanted to do. Soon the soft strums of a guitar gently glide in and the sun fully submerges beneath the dangling tree branches and grossly painted apartment buildings. Quickly I am blanketed by the translucent clouds and faint city stars, each one being a reminder that my present is soon to be my past and I am stuck here knowing my past will be my future unless I rise with the sun again tomorrow and choose to set my new day in motion with a purpose. Not the purpose of life, survival or continuation on the same path as each day before like we all seem to be striving for but instead mending the past and overthrowing all that I have accepted as truths and branded into mind as fact. That is when I hear the heavy beat of a drum or possibly my heart pounding against its boney cage, either way I hear it so clearly and evening has somehow drifted to midnight and the shroud of darkness has become my refuge.
I see the color come to focus
And the sunsets burn like bright explosions
I can feel her running in my soul
Though I am stuck here growing cold
I plead with you please take it slow
For I am young but much too old
To be jumping out of speeding cars
And filling up at empty bars
Freedom found comes with a cost
Now never have I felt so lost.
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Life is a whirl, Life is the wind
She smiles and dashes, dances and spins
Her legs run off as she slightly grins
And she has washed away my sins
Again, again how I forget
That the life inside it never ends
And to her heart I must just tend
So I can remember, again and again.
Her tiny hands embrace my face
And my past has left a single trace
Though we both lack of simple grace
I know that she is where, I hold my faith.
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When darkness fills this wild life
Shatter all the petty lights
And throw them in the air tonight
The stars will shine so damn bright
And we will live just this on life
Filled with love and passing time
I am the sturdy stable ride
But you’re the wild by my side
So be brave beneath the stars tonight
For if we choose we’ll see the light
Because when darkness fills this life
We will shatter all the petty lights
And throw then in the air tonight
The stars will shine, so damn bright
And we will embrace this wild life.
Well let’s face it,
I am unwell
But I am well acquainted with this notion
Which you can easily tell
So Fear not for me
Please do not dwell
Rock bottom is my very own personal hell.
Madness is a monster
And my mind just needs some time
While I strip myself,
Myself of all my selfish grime
And the battle is what I live for
So I wont lose my life,
But who’s to say when one will,
Or will not die.
Posted: November 6, 2013 in Uncategorized
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The sky lingers grey
As the evergreens sway
And the wind sweeps on thru
With all my pictures of you
Now I’ve got nothing,
And nothing to lose.
So I stand with my feet at the edge
My toes hang over, I live on this ledge
As dark falls around I stand so still
Spreading my arms and fighting my will.
I gently close my eyes and pray
As the soothing breeze cools my face
My cheeks still red with contempt and desire
My souls a wreck and my hearts on fire.
The depth of the storm is creeping in
As the icy rain caresses my skin
I see the rivers rush from the mountaintop
And now my choices can’t be stopped
The sun bares the weight of my life begun
As I breathe it in, snow falls on my tongue
Yes I have seen this view before
There is only one last step to God’s front door.