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Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
As long as I'm still alive
I am a work in progress,
trying to remember the contract signed before I reincarnated into this flesh.
Who I agreed to meet, the people that would make life a little light, yet still keep enough space in between to be able to hear the spirit speak and guide.
These chapters of my life are written down to show that I am living and have lived them, so I have to write even if eyes never take the time to read, or ears never listen.
Just trying to live and connect the dots with every written line, to remember why it is I agreed to this and signed upon the dotted line.
Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
Tonight the native flute plays,
expressing all that my heart cannot say.
Limbo is such a strange place to be, still I keep quiet that I may hear when the spirit speaks.
The closest ones can change and seem so far, like they've flicked off a switch and left you in the dark.
So lately I've been doing too much, stretching and reaching in darkness to find that there's nobody in here to touch.
Still I reach just one last time, I stretch my arms out wide, slowly feeling them crossing and coming back, then I find that I'm inside of them tightly wrapped.
I'm still alive in here, and though it is dark I am not blind to the things that are so clear.
I do not wait but quiet  I'll remain, with dry eyes and dry face; I can hear the flow of every tear.
As we both know, we come in this world alone and we'll die alone, so what is there to fear?
That we'll fade into the darkness of our hearts and warm water will turn to frozen tears.
Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
I lost my appetite last night when I saw the love fade in her eyes,
even though the mood was set just right, actions spoke louder than words.
Why am I even here with her?
Under dim lights with candles that surround, there's a one man band in the background strumming his guitar but I can't even hear its sound.
Nothing much is said but everything is felt, she treats me like a stranger and those tears only fool herself.
A little bit more silence, the lack of eye contact tells it all, she puts her glass to her lips as the tears fall and fall.
Why am I even here with her?
This wine has gotten bitter. Oh, someone please come bring my check cuz her cold heart is giving me the shivers and there's nothing more left to be said.
This is not how I imagined it, no it's not how I thought it would be.
It cost me alot to sit face to face, but for her, dinner was free.
Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
let me flow like water,
let me be free like the birds,
respecting mother earth and the laws of the universe.
Don't try to contain me for I can be like the wind,
blowing warm and calmly or cold enough to reach the bones under your skin.
A natural living man I am, don't ever try and chain me down
with your rules, expectations and perceptions of me, for I will not be bound.
let me live, step aside and let the spirit of I thrive, don't try and imprison me with your doctrine full of lies.
Freely I should live without your prying eyes, for I'm no enemy of the state but a mighty man of Yah.
With humbleness I come and these are the words that I must say, before I take what's rightfully mine, knowing it won't be given anyway.
This is an outcry, in every line take heed or prepare for war.
If not, we are coming to take back what has never ever been yours.
Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
To my windows you've never came close
to understand that these tears are just mystic rain
running down and off the pane to let you know that this is true and living
Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
There's no way I could ever say you weren't there to pull me out of the wilderness.
Your roots, so deep in love already, it was easy for you to pull me in.
Forever am I grateful!
Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
I'm not tired but it's dark outside so I guess I'll close my eyes,
but that don't ever mean I'm sleeping.
I've gone off beyond this reality,
forever awake while I'm  dreaming.
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