This path to present
Has been perilous.
With crests and troughs as climactic
As ancient seas of merciless rogues.
Sunken sails glare from depths too shallow.
Phantom vessels that once held their course,
Now scattered like orphaned thoughts.
I trudge across this necropolis,
Tempted to remember.
Fiending to forget.
I hold my course.
Through still and storm,
I ...endlessly... find myself.
Time
(andtimeagain,)
My eyes un l a c e ;
Re-birthed out of ambivalent waters,
To observe broader horizons
From greater peaks.
To regard departed trenches
With unquestionable discernment.
To see with eyes unclouded
By fear and anguish.
My voyage
Is one of contrasts;
Constant inconstants.
I travel with reverence
of both summit
And valley,
Light and shadow.
From unconscious
To conscious,
Give me death,
And give me life
Again
And again.
__Andagain__
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
Lying in this bed I (insistently) made,
I find anything but satisfaction.
(Let alone...
comfort.)
Excavated artifacts encircle
My desolate frame,
Asking inescapable questions
Of a hard-fought,
Though fateful battle.
Haze begins to ^^clear^^.
Pigments melding to restore a
Grander painting...:
~__NothingButAnswers.__~
*too little.
...too late.*
I had lost sight
Of the all the magic that was you and I.
Lost track
Of the time we ~{infused}~ with beauty.
Lost memories
Of moments that molded my mind,
My heart, my soul...
Moved further
From my home nextto yours.
Wondering & Wandering,
Initiating dark internal wars.
I>>lost << you
in the crossfire and haze of doubt.
I lost [yourhand] within ]mine[
The moment I trifled with that
Reckless piece of weaponry.
Your face slowly disa| |ppe| |ar| |e| |d
From my sky.
Constellations forsook your name.
Nevertheless,
I could only look (vv)down(vv)
At the carnage I was conducting.
Blinders obscuring my ||every option||...
[[no]thing]
but
.endings.
My world was deficient
In beauty and splendor;
Void of love, light, and words like “forever”.
And [.__you__.]
Just standing there.
Forlorn.
In the [ ] center [ ] of my battlefield
Between [logic] and [emotion],
Palms open to the heavens,
With only questions
still gone unanswered.
I,
__The Fool__,
Not.once to look up,
Fall to my knees
And surrender my hands to your stArs.
Not.once question
Why I picked up that deadly instrument.
Not.once turn my gaze
From misguided mirage.
You were ≥right≥≥there≤≤,
All along.
Trying to make better sense of my riddles.
Trying to hold on to a listless wrist,
Whose pair was waging a worthless war.
I cry, now, (__drunk__with__sadness__,)
For those deprived fingers,
And how they desperately looked
For a hint of life
In my callus clutches.
I cry for the night's frozen wishes,
Fervently howling for my heed.
I cry for __The1One__
Who stood in the eye of my storm;
Devastated,
Obliterated,
Un /-_-/ [done].
These recurring reminders;
Now all that remains
Of our weathered pages(andpagesand...).
Footnotes tattooed:
Never to forget
How I couldn’t remember
The magic once sculpted
Inamomentof:
- ...forever...
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC