You want it both ways
i say not going to happen
you say things that long ago were tru
i said how they should be
you said that you doubted
i won't be trampled anymore
you once asked empty questions
i gave empty answers
once upon a time we both meant those three little words
after a while you doubted
faith is now gone
you claimed you want me hurting
you claimed you want me going insane
you now can't hurt me anymore
no longer will i let you bring me any harm again
you started my darkness
to another i must go to for light
if your angry by my words
remember that you gave up your right
no longer can my heart be affected
pain now is faded
no longer will i reflect the times we shared
you once called me childish and said grow up
well its my life to live
you claimed us equals
truth was we NEVER were
once maybe we were
but not for a few years in the least
but if what you claim is true
then i wonder if you were using me
once that would have been impossible
now not so sure
there wasnt anything we couldnt solve once
guess that aint the case now
i am not sure if we can be anything anymore
guess you no longer want my company
so without further ado
the final piece writ
good bye and good rit
It seems like yesterday
I was young ,
an innocent sweet bride
embarked on my new life with my mate
but time has a way of moving quickly
and catching you unaware of the passing years
I wonder where all the years went
Now I only have
glimpses of how it was back then
and of all my hopes and dreams.
Here it is ... on summers day
It catches me by surprise
How did I get here so fast?
Where did the years go
and where did my youth go?
Met an old friend of mine...
looking tired, all old and grey
she brought the news of our retiring friends
some are dying on hospital beds
some are walking slowly in old folks home
some have gone senile and forgotten their way homes
I hugged my old best friend
told her to rest as much as she could
I am thinking now of how lucky I am
To complain of a few creaking bones of mine
I should feel ashamed!
Most people enter into this new season
of their life unprepared for all the aches and pains
and the loss of strength and ability
to go and do things that they wish they had done but never did!!
I'm not sure how long I will last...
But through another winter.. spring and summer
I wish I could still live to breathe
I am not yet ready for the day
when my life is over on this earth...
yet to begin a new adventure of life...
in the hereafter.....
Inside us lurks the vice
Seeking new ways
Finding new device,
To justify its need
And fallacy of virtue
It spreads like weed
Sounds like true!
We make a deal
With the invasive vice
Of our free will
We heed its advice.
Vice has a say
For whatever we strive
We need its easy way
We need it to survive.
Vice supple and smooth
Builds with us rapport
Virtue looks uncouth
Scary enough to abhor!
Time is Scary and I guess I really don't like it much, how it
controls us and our lives, and we do things at a certain
time instead of when we want to, maybe we should
ignore clocks completely, see how that turns out.
Time is ticking faster slower and it seems as
though we have just begun to do things
right but I guess we still have all
eternity to keep at it and per
haps someday time will s
low or even cease to
exist. maybe we
should all be
wn the hou
rs and the
use you n
ly know whe
n time will slow, o
r quicken, and maybe tha
t's a good thing because if you
know how much time you have left wo
uld you even be able to enjoy it? ignore the
tempting crocodiles ticking like a clock in Pandora's
Box and don't measure life in time, but in moments, and
remember the Mad Hatter who had no time or Stargirl who sm
ashed her clocks. and in the process of pinning down Time's fragile wi
ngs to a sheet and pressing it against glass, don't forget to forget time and LIVE.
Driving [five] miles
over the limit and if
accelerating gets me there
faster it's worth risking the ticket.
Holding on to time tight
as we race by each light
on our way to routinely
ending our perfect night
and if what we're doing is
wrong then I don't want
to be right.
Bright light shines yellow.
Speed right past it. Moving so fast
I'm stuck wondering where my past went.
She's removed it from my memory
and the present is what matters. I made some stupid comment
but am repaid by hearing her laughter.
Coincidence isn't what happened and I'm not sure if I believe in destiny
but the girl I've dreamed of is sitting right next to me.
Looking into the horizon my mind comes up with an idea as
I begin to press on the brakes.
The car comes to a stop
and before I look in her direction I realize the
stars look beautiful tonight.
With my only motive being
stealing kisses at a red light.
Death once spoke to me through a streetlight that solely flickered rushing red.
Along with the drops of acid dancing within the outlines of a thread.
One pedal to accelerate an already accelerated mind,
One pedal to reverse a raucous reaction,
Mirrors plugged to my beating flesh, pulsating time,
Wheels swirling off it's axis, succumbing to the lost traction.
Closing eyelid after eyelid, fate selected a pedal,
Roaring of both synapses and electricity,
Swerving across the bumps of light that model,
Leaving stones to break like my bones, collapsing entirely, goes my entity.
Water crept into my lungs.
Water replaced my tears.
Water sucked my blood.
He said to me, "You'll smell a smell you've never smelled before,
and sense a sensation worth dying for."
So with one last cell, and with one last breath,
I smelled and sensed the defiled Death.
Spaces all the same,dimensions but different
Ideas the very same rushing in to fill voids old
From heads stuffed of past Imitations dead
Straight walls ever rising up,closing space
Square,stiff,solid,regurgitating spirits staid
The same colors but in different places, limited
sick,drained of mind,with an empty soul I wept
Dear innovation creative where are you my angel?
Staring at space blank unchained to past I pondered
The angels came unannounced unknowing softly,
rushing to a heart,empty of mind,surrendered to an intent pure,
Dancing,guiding unfettered,intuitively fantastic,instinctively right
The walls falling away,squares smoothing to curves sexy
walls falling away,opening to vistas of unknown hues wondrous
That very dead space now alive,conducting,guiding a design philharmonic
"I" was but a medium,absorbing,directing flashes from unknown
Driven in a flash flood of euphoria unknowing, to an ocean creative
Knowing not who unchained me,setting me free for that fine Destiny,
Of Innovation. May be love or despair,whatever, Divinity came.