If the past fills
Your thoughts
Like a thief-in-the-night;
Stealing your words
All the time;
Maybe, it’s time
To leave it All
Behind.

Hang on
To the Good,
Though.

There’s no use in dwelling.
There are voices inside
Yelling;
"Stop them,
Now."

"Now."

No more, no more.
Send them away,
To a place
Where they
Are free to
Rest,
Forevermore.

They’re dark waves,
Crashing ashore.

Do not hate them,
Do not shame them.

Just maybe,
They will
No longer
Intrude,
As you
Attempt,
To sleep.

Sleep soundly
Tonight.

Evermore.

It's
My Torture,
A Long Lost Love;
At the same time,
A curse
As these words
Constantly
Haunt me
Like little ghosts,
Throughout
The Day.

....And night.

In dreams....

All the time.

Stones,
Upon
The shore.

Shimmering,
So pure.

They pick
You up
All day,
Then toss
You
Out into
The
Ocean's Floor,
With
A single
Motion.

Ocean.

Listening
To
Waves,
Forever
An orchestra
Of their own.

Dip your
Toes,
In the ocean.

Stones
Are
Made
Of
Hard
Matter.

They
Don't
Shatter
Like
The
Flawed
Imperfection
Of
The
Human Condition.

Let
Them
Fall
Into
The Ocean.

(Dim) Abyss.
Nothing Appears
Until,
"You."

You asked,
"What is the point of all this?"

The View,
In the distance
No longer
Changes,
It appears
Sedentary.

It moves
Through
Fractals
That
Forever,
Consummate,
The Spiral.

It Invisibly
Connects
Tunnels,
That Blanket
Across
Unseen
Silence.

To change
The Scenery
With
Each
Revision;
Timeless.

A (Light),
Expanding
Ever (Bright),
Plays
As it displays
Itself
In
Dark
Energy.

"Where
Am
I?"

"You
Are
Here,
With me...

Always
Will be."

A present time,
Connects
To the
All-Knowing
Eye.

We've
Been
In
The Continuum,

This
Entire
Time.

"Wake up
Now."

"It's not your turn yet."

All Hallows' Eve,
Sinks in
With the whirling
Winds
That conjure
Lost spirits,
With Invisible
Forces,
MaGicAllY.
A lost voice
Howls
From inside
The unknown.
To capture
A taste
Of immortality.
But you still
Reside
On this side?
All this time,
You never left
My side.
Every year,
You return
To where
Souls dance
Entangled in
Browning leaves,
No one would
Ever believe me,
If I told them
I can feel you
Here,
As if you
Never left
This
Mortal life.

All that
Fills the air
Now,
Is a barely
Audible,
"Goodbye."

Life.
Hot applesauce.
Cold sausages,
Linked to hostages,
Another, then another.
Apostles cowering
As the ground beneath,
Collapses,
The maharajah's jeweled face,
Buried;
Switching between channels:
All blind, all empty.
Cold applesauce.
Rotten sausages,
20,000 Leagues
And no more
Hostages.