Tempus fugit!
I say **** it.
Carpe momentum.
Carpe diem.
Carpe sabbati.
Carpe vita.

twilight approaches
darkness descending
the day hangs
in between

night waits
round the bend
time goes round and round
while
life is lost and found...

ALL  WILL  BE  REVEALED,  IF  NOT - THEN
THERE  IS  NOTHING;  GIVE  ME  THE  TUNNEL
WITH  WHITE  LIGHT  AT  THE  END,  LIFT
MY  SPIRIT  WHICH  LOVE  WILL  TRANSCEND,  
LET  ME  SEE THE  DUST  ON  THE  LIGHTS,
NOW  THAT  I'VE  RISEN  TO  NEW  HEIGHTS,
BY  ASTRAL  PROJECTION,  MY  RESURRECTION  
IS  COMPLETE - FROM  UP  HERE  EVERYTHING
LOOKS  SO  NEAT, SPREAD  OUT  ALL IN  ROWS,
I'M  FLOATING  ALL THE  TIME BUT  NO  ONE  KNOWS
WHERE  WE  MIGHT  FINALLY  REST  IN THE  END,
I  COULD  TELL  YOU  BUT  PERHAPS  I'LL  JUST  PRETEND
THAT  I'M  STILL  IN  MY  BODY  LYING  PROSTRATE,
BUT  TO  TRAVEL  AGAIN  I  JUST  CAN'T  WAIT.

take the hurt away
let love stay,

take the pain away
let love say,

take the tears away
let love today,

take it all, i pray




© 2016 B.L.
All Rights Reserved.

Once was loved,
but was suddenly stopped.

Loyal but betrayed,
Until led to astray.

In the dark it took flight.
Then he was born, the luminous night.

Slamming doors are our earthquakes
they are the faults that quake
and when they shift
I can feel our world quiver.

The home we've built
is almost shambles
the plaster lining our walls
crumbles and becomes the dust on our shelves.

The fights we share
are the shifting foundation,
where cracks stagger our steps
and cause us to share blows
dancing a silhouette
of arguments.

Pieces of people
that we never used to be--
are the imaginary characters to our fairy tales  
because there is no way
we could see either of as beautiful--
when we are only seeing
an outline of who we used to be.

Caricatures so misshapened
that they are etched into our bedroom
the sleeping place we used to share our dreams
and instead we scream our nightmares

collapsing from exhaustion
only to cuddle with extra pillows
building forts on each side of the bed
to at least have something comfort us.  

Our harmony finally makes it's ******
it is not the smash of earthquakes
but the sickening silence of loneliness
because we've become isolated.

no longer stomping out natural-disastres
instead we accept our indifference
and we quietly leave the door open--
because there's no need to close doors
in a house we no longer live in.