It is the war that rages within
The bloodless civil battle that can't be abolished with the stroke of a pen
Hopeless needles that never hit their mark while the beauty drains from all that I once knew
I am the shadow of yesterday where once words were the measure of this man now they are the stumbling blocks that cause me to trip and fall
Trapping me in my own head left unspoken what needs to be said
Good bye to prose
One on one the hours pile high into the midnight
The night settles all around me and your heart beating is like is like a sonar ping in a silent ocean
It is there that my dreams lead me time and again and it is visions of you in my everyday world that leave me stranded and unable to love another
Twenty years gone and I'm still trapped in the heartbreak that has never healed
I am the emptiness that has consumed the years in waiting
I am lost
I am alone
I am goodbye
A quick thought
We are all born of a deeply wounded spirit
In adversity with gravity we learn to run
In our mothers arms we learn to trust and from that foundation our path is chosen
We are the balance unto the one true God
And life and spirit are the ebb and flow of love and light in a world that is slowly growing dark
HUH!!!
He who believes in nothing creates his own world of wrong ideas and theory
Something never comes from nothing and I remember all the moments that led me there to your nothing
I raged inside for the key that would fit the lock and searched for you in the few clues you left behind like bread crumbs melting into the density of your words
Then after a deep search I made the
connection that I couldn't love the you that I knew but could only love the you that had been cursed and mistreated and would never be able to love me in return
It was then I realized that loving nothing was easier than loving the something that was never really there
For something can never come from nothing
How stupid can a man be
For never falling weak of will into your arms
For never knowing your deepest place or your sweetest hour
For never letting the perfect words escape my lips
For never seeing you in the light of wisdom or in the glow of youth
For never seizing the moment to say goodbye
For all these nevers do I now understand regret
And for these things will I eternally chase the wind that whispers your name
Thou art mystery
Mystery
I know not who You are or the place from which You come
I see you not for you are the darkness in which you thrive
Oh mystery
You are the fear in the eyes of a lost child and the angst in the heart of a mother letting go
You have not the will nor the fortitude of spirit to deny me
Sweet mystery
You no longer stand in my shadow or whisper in my ear
In fact mystery with every passing day you fade a little more and life becomes quickly predictable
Now mystery
I remember you fondly and I thank you for all that you have inspired
Rambling
The words on paper are sacred
Almost an altar where we burn sacrifices of emotion and bleed endlessly the life of our everyday
With the universe on high raging in its imperfection our words are in moments the movement of light through the darkness within and contain our obsessive search for our lost connection with humanity
Standing shoulder to shoulder with the armies of absolute I can see myself as a transgressor
One who has learned how to render my free will but always in the end takes it back with great aggression
I am one who has no allies in the world except for the occasional stranger who has fallen from grace
A grace only given to those who refuse to submit
Those who have realized there is no strength in numbers but only in ideas
Those who cannot afford themselves the luxury of apathy and complacency even as all they know is changing around them
So these words on paper are sacred while the spoken ones are ever changing
Meaning more or meaning less depending on the writers heart and the readers state of mind
The future
Always in flux
Always unsure
Always there
Reach out and touch it
Unordinary circumstances
Gray is gray with no word from you
No morning talk to clear the cobwebs from a restless night
No tired disconnected thoughts before your first cup of coffee and that first cracked smile as my reward for over exuberant chatter
I love your dislike of early rising along with the graceful way you make the transition to a new day
A prayer before bed and not a dream in weeks
It has been said that not dreaming inflicts damage to your whole body and I'm starting to see that in my own life
No painting
No writing to speak of
And now conflict with the one person I respect ✊
Not to mention my feet are killing me!!!!!
Hanging up
Not now you said
And with that I understood that every single day I'd spent waiting was a day spent in vain
Was a moment never to be reclaimed
I listened to your voice on the phone consuming every word that you said until I realized that you were not hearing me and maybe never did
My mind began to drift away from you
Not now you said
So I said goodbye
Nothing is free
Awake
It's 4am and the dark is alive with memory
Shadows of you dance in my head
No words
No distance to great
I feel so alone
Life is bitter and sweet to taste
Awake
It's an unending daydream that's finding its end
Visions of smiles with no one to turn to
Silence is forever
As I'm waiting for the dawn to offer up its blue
Awake
It's a different air I've learned to breathe
In many ways I've found my voice
Unable to sing
I'm unable to sing
And though it's never been a choice in the end I guess it has to be
Nothing is free