They met on suspicious times
Through masks of fear and desire
They strove to build a bold embrace
Wrought on matchsticks made of clay
Cast down fog over distant cold
Beneath, a smoldering uneasiness
With visions of indelible beauty illuminating the bleak
They braved a tumultuous start
To a bliss that rocked their souls
The unforgiving moments shattered the fantastic
Roaring lions drowned out the singing sirens
They could never get ashore
They could only burn so bright
And surrendered to inevitable twilight
Made anew in similar hues
But metamorphosis incomplete
Venus smiled too soon
Time gaffed then cruelly guffawed
That laughter shaded the earth
As waves of joy turned pools of sorrow
She hangs brightly over him
In his requiem for unrequited love
He mourns for her return
He wants to be adored
Or he wants it all forgotten
Shiny dreams, now hurtful reminders
Of limitless undying love
Glistening like a million stars
Meandering, never to dance again
Their love, razed by a time before their time,
Chock-full of unbridled potential and power
He is haunted by this possible future
He can't let her go
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Momma turned fifty yesterday
I'm old I'm lost
the sun sets, the June bug dies
and as it goes so does the world
I stare into the twilight
it scorches my eyes
I burn yet I am cold
I shiver. I turn and cling to the past
The early years
the days that make you
they were terrible years
I miss them
The precious days of youth
so small so small
it meant nothing, yet they left scars
scars that run deep
I wish I could forget them, I wish I was free
it still hurts. It will always hurt
There have been many of which I've occupied my time
they create me, they desert me
many do I miss, none would I resort
I've learned to just walk away. So it goes.
we weep for the dead
they lay by the lake
their spirit guides me
my rented parents
with all my heart I miss you and love you
we marvel at the miracle of life
we long for the innocence of childhood,
we drown in the bliss of love
I think of how ugly and awful it all is
Forget your magic
there is no magic
we wait for it
you pray to your gods
the sparks, the fire, the magic
we wait for it, it never comes
there is no magic, there is no magic
we have visions of life, none of which match
we look back on our idyllic past
a past that never was
we had childhood dreams
we held them so close, so dear
we lose our focus
we disappoint the boy
we have visions of life, none of which match
yet we survive
we attach meaning to our suffering
we attach lessons to our losses
somehow we make it all work
we make it all make sense
but all we really ever learn and know is loss
We are not saved.
We are not comforted. We are alone
A bumbling laughable Klutz
marching in a parade of horribles
tragedies and travesties,
a comedy for the divine
we are allowed the blissful glimpses
the flashes of happiness
we take it and we go. We fill the gaps
the glue that binds the madness
the crushing cruel helping hand of hope
the foundation shakes, the axis wobbles
and as we speak
the woods are burning
its raging bright, its rage is fierce
its time to make a move
it's time to be more
with the uneasy anxious inspiration
we search for strength
but we lack that strength
its easier to pretend
to conjure a lazy man's spin
got to be more, got to be more
we push forward, we dig deeper, we fall further
we feel deeply and we hurt deeper
but we continue to push
we push until the day that we face the final embrace
where we gain nothing but finality.
Still no magic. No payoff
What we searched for in life, we don't find in death.
we bid adeu. we are wished a goodnight.
Goodnight my love, now you can rest.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
A man he wrote the book
A book for all and none
About a life spent leaning
Leaning towards the sun
In search of all a greatness
His life a distant run
A battle for a giant
He reaches for the sun
On a field of giants
Merely flesh and blood
He disregards the mismatch
And stretches for the sun
Life the fiercest battle
A war that’s never won
Commits his life to reaching
Reaching for the sun
He asks the aged pastor
Disillusioned as the nun
Confides in self and marches on
Onward towards the sun
Saw life and fortune a lady
Took a chance with love
Traded breast and beauty
Traded it for the sun
His only life a sacrifice
A gamble for a goal
With faith and strength he pushes on
He strains his empty soul
Tried to be a good man
Emulates Christ the son
Grounded broken wings he *****
Tragically towards the sun
To advance the course of history
Alexander, Caesar, the ***
A martyr for the western world
He reaches for the sun
To hold the mighty leviathan
With gear to catch a cod
Born with a head of a *******
He aspires to be a god
And oh his quest does beckon
Failure certain done
What else can he do
He reaches for the sun
To god he clings his anchor
Sworn service to God and Son
Hopelessly he leans
Leaning towards the son
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC