I chewed on your words a hundred times, then washed them down with  tears of wine.

Your words they trickled within my  heart, so full with them it split apart.

But now your words they have no clout, I broke them down and ****** them out.

What have I become?
But an absent soul forever cast beneath the shadow of all my discarded dreams...

The origin to heal is such a fickle thing.
For it needs to start deep down within.

A foundation to heal is a laughing soul.
We all deserve that chance to be whole.

To embark some need only to step away.
Many wished it would be easier to stay.

The origin to heal is such a fickle thing.
For it needs to start deep down within.

Bedridden
Bewildered soul
Banished from play
Brought down by illness
Breaks free only in dreams

I've the wherewithal that time is brief
What time has taken like a thief

A bird above and pebble below
Standing between is all I know

An archway taunts me through the spruce
Hounded by whispers of being obtuse

Left by the forest right on the river
My eyes are open wider than ever

Listen to the ripples upon the water
Finding  peace with my heavenly Father

Oh how those wildflowers have grown
Where I forever rest my weary bones

I’d climb the highest mountain peak to greet you.
Can you see?
I’d nosedive my way back down to be with you.
Are you free?
I’d walk through flames for a moment of your time.
Do you care?
I’d wade through ashes of despair to meet you.
Are you there?

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My love for you is a slow and steady burn.

My scars suggest perhaps I’ll never learn.

You left me staring blankly in the rain.

Gazing out the window on a slowly departing train...



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A black raven ruffles on a stone by a hollow. It beckons you come where none want to follow.

Your pain and your sorrow his promise to bury. The cost is your soul to hell it will ferry.

Look away from the shadows and the depths of the sea. For none of those things want to see you set free.

So the next time the black raven's squawk doth beckon. Alas, it's call is the harbinger of depression.

Candle-lite flickering, shadows loomed.
Bringing an uneasy feeling across the room.

I sat on my rocking chair, my favourite reading nook.
Got all nestled in and picked up the good Lords book.

Fear not! Sayith the Lord! Was the first thing I read.
The sounds I heard next drained the blood from my head.

A Hideous scraping sound chased by a foreboding thump.
Dropped the good book and stood straight off my ****.

Frighteningly harry and rigid, my blood pressure dropped.
****** forth my candle... Oh thank the Lord it’s only the mop.

Childlike days of yore unencumbered with the guilt of sin.

Hardship has trapped youth under years of thick skin.

Memories have fallen like scattered skittle pins.

Much to the chagrin of the hidden child within.

I wish to ride along the Milky Way in a groovy time machine.

I wish to glide along the planet rings like some roller disco scene.

I wish to bounce off every star like some 80’s pinball dream.

I wish to visit Planet X dressed up like Wolverine

I wish to Bungee jump the black hole and GoPro what I’ve seen.

I wish you’d join me from where you are to break from life’s routine.


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I pulled down the box of trinkets of old. Worthless items to most, for me it’s a box full of gold.

For fond memories within are lovingly entwined. I tenderly hold them in turn, drifting back into time.

Your wedding ring you wore since we two became one. I placed within, now that your soul has moved on.

I carefully placed it on a shelf by a dusty old clock. What comes next, now that my whole life’s in a box.

Cold
Without you
Come to me
Longing

Hot
Light me
With your touch
Desire