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Randy Bruce Nov 2017
The light turns
a dim lit space
the cold creeps
summer is gone
the flowers of spring weep
I stare at the eye
an enigma of answers
a cruel joke
played in my mind
the last wind blows
the song fades
love leaves
and I am nothing.
Awake is sleep
distance impossible
a child laughs
and a sudden hush
worry is done
purse is empty
breathless is the air
another day turns unknown
I am in heaven
I am in hell
a symbol of sorrow
for those awake
toil is left undone
and dust gathers
on the box of my dream
only to be unrecogized
I am a nameless immortal
that passes the time
and waits for emptiness
life neither tragic nor fulfilled
traveling cog in motion
in a continuum of the symbiotic
that I do not control
Randy Bruce Mar 2017
Earth twists,
life once confessed cannot be undone, only ceased.
The favorable or malevolent we cast is only examined by our lonely opinion.
We travel as one and walk creation with no rest until darkness fills our eyes.
Life is our crucifixion of fate we bind ourselves to without need.
Run from the darkness and do not wait to be conquered.
Inhale ecstasy,
step with a light mind,
deliver no damnation against another;
nor torment yourself for weakness as bait is hurled with rapacious intent.
Live the day,
anonymous is tomorrow and gives up no secrets until it is present.
IWALY
I invite critique...please...I'm pretty new at this.
The DumDum Philosopher.
Randy Bruce Oct 2016
I am constantly tested
a battle to be conquered
as the light wakes
my soul is curious
to the future of every moment
knowing that time is fleeting
and this may be my last
I shake my anger at the sky
and say I love you.
We have been tested by our toil
the everyday we want and never asked for
why do I breath
why do I sleep
why do I wonder
The stars have kissed me with life
and I must follow.
Randy Bruce Oct 2016
As I ponder a word to say
a fleeting thought distracts me.
Is my soul so empty
I can not rhyme a single thought
Is my life so bleak
I can not hum a single note.
Perhaps the ghosts are choking me
taunting me with their silent laughter
as they dance around unseen.
They have no feelings for they are the mist of times past
locked in their torment of nothing.
They let me glimpse briefly to make me anguish
but they are the sad they can not move on
stuck for eternity in a never ending loop.
The old give up and the young are free,
but the shackles are soon coming.
bit by bit they are bolted to the floor
losing deaths freedom.
They are not of my world
and I am not of theirs
yet we are destined to be together
forever chained to a time when life breathed.
My soul will not be locked in a moment
meant to be dwelt in endless turmoil.
I am meant for the the nature of eternity
among the stars.
An energy that can not be created or destroyed.
I will travel to the black hole where
I will once more await my freedom
Inside the light will keep me until it is
overflowing and must renew.
I am reborn.

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