Saturday, March 21, 2015

Spring Morning


The sun arose with a glorious face...
The cool, spring air passes through my window with the fragrance of new flowers.
It's hard to lay in my darkness today since it's so very vibrant and light.
I think I'll take a walk today, like the ones on the vacant golf course...
Things seem a little clearer today, and the future doesn't look quite as hopeless.
The birds are singing their songs; lulling my endless troubles away...
The air is fresh and new as I watch the thin clouds drift along the pale blue sky...
The warm sun gently touches my face, and with closed eyes, I inhale the beauty.
Even if this is all a temporary mood, I welcome it with open arms!


Monday, March 16, 2015

Hologram


I was numb as I stepped into the water...
I was numb when I realized you were gone...
I was numb to new illusions...
Didn't want to learn any new songs...
The pain is finally subsiding...
Just as I knew it would...
I'm trying to find my place now,
As I know I should...
I wake up a little differently now...
I'm starting to accept where I am...
I look hard through the shadows and mist,
but you are but a hologram...

 

Monday, March 09, 2015

Say Goodbye


The nights shadows scurry from the dawns arrogant light,
as I stand on this ledge, pondering flight...
What does it matter anyway?
Tomorrow will be just like today...
The bridge is now only ash and dust...
I have no credibility. I have no trust...
My life is wadded on the floor you see...
I have nothing or no one... Not even me...
Please give me one reason to go on...
Please give me the lyrics to that forgotten song...
No need to point out my desperate wrongs...
Just say goodbye, but don't be long...

 

Sunday, March 01, 2015

LIES


I rang the bell, but it made no sound...
I fell on my face, but not to the ground...
I cried out to god, but she was gone...
I sang all the words but not the song...
I wept without a single tear..
I was afraid without a single fear...
I screamed out in a muted pain...
I soaked in the storm but not in the rain...
I wish I was me but someone else...
I wish I could reach that gun on the shelf...
I am sick as a dog but in perfect health...
I'm a raging moron; thoughtful and wise...
And if you believe that, I have plenty more lies...





Friday, February 27, 2015

tImE


Time drips on my vacant eyes like candle wax covering my fleeting humanity...
I ignore the loneliness and drudge on, cracking the thin plywood of my existence; hovering like a misplaced ghost, toasting with a raised, rusty cup to all my screaming inadequacies... I slip into the flawed, racing night with the precision of a surgeon, and as aimless as a lost sailor in a starless sky... The wrenching pain wraps me like a dirty blanket. Regrets plague me with a relentlessness of a dripping faucet. The gray Sunday drifts by like a paper boat on a still lake. I look to the passing clock, which mocks me openly. I listen to the same song over and over; trying to catch some new meaning within its cryptic lyrics, but to no avail. I plunge into uncertainty like a stone in a frost-covered pond in February. My fiendish mistakes chase me like ravenous wolves in the coldest night. And time passively moves on. There is no reprieve or pause. It simply moves along, unabated in its constant march... And in its wake it leaves only bones, dust, and legacies like fading footprints in the fresh snow...

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Inevitable Dawn


Exhausting, listening to Mozart on a rainy night...
TV has lost it's luster and it's hard to see without the light...
The fireplace flickers with a nonexistence of nothingness...
I request a do-over to no avail...
Where the hell am I?
Aimlessly walking the slushy, cold roads...
The hills compromise my aching legs, but I drudge on...
The mixed vocals of Requiem echo in my ears on this lost night...
I have the taste of loneliness on my dry tongue, forcing  me to exhale and see a burst of steam that dissipates into the night air like all my hopes and dreams...
I stand in the cold rain like a statue, lost in the passing world. Like the sweet songs in my cold ears, I fade into the night; wishing for a reprieve, and an extension of the darkness, as I run from of the inevitable dawn...
   

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Remember Me


What do you remember when you look at me?
Can you even say, objectively?
I'm sure it's not a symphony.
A tranquil sea, or being free.
I probably remind you more of anarchy... Of villainy...
My memories consists of acidity, with a touch of futility...
Perhaps scathing dishonesty.
I'll remember you mostly fondly.
Not saintly, blandly, nor blissfully...
And at the risk of me being a mere fallacy, all I ask is that you remember me...


















 

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