I want to drive
But to where?
I want to travel
But to whom?
I want to fight
But for what?
Without a dream my wants are empty.
Without a purpose my needs are superficial.
How do I choose a path if I don't know the destination?
Am I empty in a good or bad way?
T.B. Wayne
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
There is something redeeming about the darkness
Most people fear it though
Is it because they are afraid of what they can't see?
Or because they are afraid of what they might see?
Life is like the darkness
Often scary
Always redeeming.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
When the ground opens up
And swallows my still body whole
I don't think I will remember
The lust of the girls I have had.
When the reaper slowly knocks on my door
And I welcome him, knowing my fate
I don't think I will remember
What they thought about me.
When my skin no longer holds form
And I can't find the mind to fret about it
I don't think I will remember
The possessions I had in my home.
But as I lay there, on the cold pavement
battered and bruised, sick and weary,
I know I will remember
The tear that left your eye.
The smile that faded to a cry.
The hair that was disheveled in your face.
The wail that could stop the heart of 1,000 men.
The weary look that killed me in a way death never could.
So I murmur,
please don't cry,
mi amor,
for I have not died yet,
and although you want to be sad,
know that I'm here,
with you,
until time fades like the waves of the sea.
P.S.-
And if we should be so lucky,
To meet again,
In a new life or the next,
Know that I will embrace you
Soul to soul, Chest to chest.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Separated by two lives
Two different realities
The material world
And the world of inner peace
I have felt that moment of clarity
Where all is right in the world,
I have felt the pain of desire
The pain of one million heart breaks.
I want to be with my family
But this life is killing me,
I don't want to wake up
To this dismal reality.
I want to live a solitary life
One of much self love
With a calm and simple mind
To get me through the day.
I find it hard to be
The true and lovely me
Especially when I'm told
Who and how to be
I am torn between the paths,
These hard paths of love
One walk is very steep
And always filled with mud
The other is more uncertain,
Is it a path at all?
My fate is undecided
My destiny will soon call,
Maybe I will leave
Maybe I will stay,
I will take this journey slow
For my path ends bitterly every way.
T.B. Wayne
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
The sky seems so dark
The moon seems so dim
The rain falls heavy,
On my tattered skin.
My eyes grow gloomy
I’m shy like the sun
I am never warm anymore
My day has just not come.
The sky does not open
The stars do not come out to play
There is no twinkle in my eye
Like lovers who’ve met that day.
One day I thought it was over,
The next I tried to begin,
Life seemed to ignore what I wanted
And I ignored every win.
I gradually woke up,
And decided to be happy,
Not because the world allowed it
But because I wanted to be free.
Free from some idea
That the world owed me
Free from all the pain,
That stopped me from being free.
When I walked outside,
Like any other day,
The sun did not shine,
But the rain came my way,
And even in that dark sky
And in the midst of pouring rain,
I began to smile,
And I never felt the same.
T.B. Wayne
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Constantly empty
A hole as big as the sea
I am always searching
For a women like thee.
My mind always wanders
And plays tricks on me
It tells me to love her
But she doesn’t make me happy;
No matter how much I smile
How much she makes me laugh
She will never fill the hole
She is but a temporary life raft.
I realized only I can fill that hole
Only I can make me be happy
No one can help me with this task
It was specifically given to me.
So I must take on this lonely journey
And battle every day
Because once I’m truly happy
The right women will come my way.
T.B. Wayne
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
I could write a million songs
About the color of your eyes,
I could write a million poems
About the softness of your hands,
I could sing forever about your beauty,
And it will never be enough.
I could just look at your face
And know the world is going to be all right.
I could touch your arm
And calm your heart down to a beat,
I could laugh for years upon end,
Just in hopes of seeing your smile.
For every tear I shed on a lonely night,
I pray you lay there next to me.
If love is what I have
You will never have as much for me.
But if I should die
And your world would fall apart,
I would force God to return my life,
Just to love you one more day.
But as I sit here,
With you not in sight
I wonder can I live
Without you in my life.
T.B. Wayne
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
I can’t express these words of love
or embrace the somber sounds of denial,
But if I should wake and our world is through
Know on my back I will carry you.
When all that we know fades away
I hope you realize the love that was made.
I hope you see love in the stars
I hope you can love who you are.
I cannot protect you forever, my love
But know that at the end, I call for you;
And if we should die so steady and fast
Know that our love will eternally last
I have no doubt that our love lives eternally
But I’m staring right at you and you can’t embrace me,
So is it love at all if it’s never alive?
Does it take life for love to die
T.B. Wayne
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
The sun reflects off the water
While the rain ripples on the surface
What is the difference between the two?
When the rain stops the sun will shine
When the rain conquers the sun will hide
The river does not know the difference.
The water only ripples when it rains
The water shines only with the sun
It knows the sun will always be there
It knows the rain will always come.
When all is absent the water is calm,
ever so calm
T.B. Wayne
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC