My hand glides across the page
Oblivious to what it's scrawling
Ink drags in streaks and curves
Without connection, without heart
Empty pages full of words
Words devoid of meaning
Hollow, cored, happily emotion-free
Scribbles to pictures
Doodles to dreams
The book is full of filled up pages
Vapid thoughts in black and white
There is the whole of who I've become
The nonsensical ramblings
of an underworked mind
Black bombazine clouds of depression roll,
O'er my poor soul like billows of the sea;
When shall this storm cease to take its firm toll
Upon my feeble mind and let me be?
Black be my path and dark may be my way,
Vaults of deep darkness may be all I see;
Eventually dawns a brighter day,
And so 'til then I grope in front of me.
But then that lighter day comes 'round again,
All of those gloomy doubts are pushed aside;
That happiness returns to me within,
Thank God for this! I praised His name and cried.
When through the bleakest valley I have flown,
Thank Thee, Almighty God, I'm not alone!
Written 21 November, 2013.)
© Timothy 20 September, 2014 8:14pm EDT
V thinks I am Beryl Dov and blocked me.
V also did the same thing to my Wife, Hilda.
My Daughter, Marian, told me about this,
but I saw the email which was not blocked.
( Email was Dated 21 September, 2014 3:58am )
So absurd. . .
Notes added 9:20 am 21 September, 2014.
She looked at me with hope in her eyes,
and she saw my pain, the black of the skies.
the beginning of the end, the end of a night,
I close my eyes but I can still see light.
As it comes to an end, the pain fizzles away,
the end of an era, the start of a day.
this day ain't the same, its more like night,
the black of the skies, the absence of light.
The distortion of time, the eyes of the clock,
with each and every second my brain starts to rot.
The perfect thought in an in-perfect world.
So who is this man?
He stands here alone
At the corner of the room
Looking out the window
Wishing for yesterday
Is he someone I know?
Because I knew happiness
Of days of forgotten love
Arm in arm in green meadows
Kissing amongst the buttercups
Dreaming of tomorrow
Now I don't know me
I am not who I once was
Is there anyone who can tell me?
How this predicament came to be?
For I cry inside alone
Fearing about today
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
rain falls like
streams of our
in a dream.
she was no
but she has faded
like a song.
just a dream.
fall inside your
rabbit hole and
dream of cabbages
scream my name -
make love like it’s
your dream because
it’s my dream too.
sweat and breathe
emotions as our
we will connect
and move like tides
of some forgotten shore
where dreams exist
in layers like the sand
and we can live forever.
©Ben Ditmars 2014