Gone fishing out to lunch with my expression all said but not done it was a fix for the torture Of one thousand cuts.
        Limits.
A hollow sound in my  verbal shriek as weak drivel slides from my creative psyche.
           Barren.
Shallow...low dynamic the wick flickers
         Rhyme laid down his sabre as reason goes treasonous.my friend had deserted me made a break for the concession stand you see misery loves company. On another note.
Remote wisps of a clarion call focuses me none at all.
Rambling.
Stumble to the shimmering oasis where cool water ripples.
Trickery.
Pause.
Breath.see it ?
Just another stop along the way.
One foot follows the other.
Till the coil retires.
**** it.
A recurring dream.
Reboot.
Rewind.
Do it to the end.
And again.

What does one do when love leaves never to return no matter how willing the flesh might be. You see,she sleeps the sleep.
I gave her a piece of my heart to keep. Clutched to her breast wrapped in  the silken scarf that I gave her.
To keep.
Her amber and curling hair wind whipped as we walked along the Wharf that day...  A constant beauty as she brushed it from her face. Her eyes perturbed but her upturned mouth still smiled. I kissed her gently and  told her that I loved her and I did. Deeply.
Still.
Blessed to have loved her cursed to have lost her. She took a portion of my heart to slumber.
Years have passed me by,I can't recall the number.it beats in my chest still but stricken. Cursed to never love this way again.
The sweet spirit of her does not desire this nor require this. A penance for I broke her heart and lost her to the reaper.
Nights I lay beside her and watched her peacefull slumber. A roadmap drawn of every line and curve...she was much more than I deserved..fate proved me right.
Goodnight my sweet
My heart is in your hands..now and until we meet.

I was youthful and dull
Like an empty vessel.
I was youthful and bright
Like a blinding light
Truely.

I was young and arrogant, ignorant of my arrogance
But with good heart and intent. Unrepentant in my venting.Unrepenting and blinded by my own light.
Now

Know what I know
Inner direction.
Instinct weaned of pain and experience.
Still as a cadaver breathless almost.As the wild world turns.
I read the writing on the four walls..the room spins slowly..
Graffiti ?
The odds on the outcome are in my grasp each step a casual stroll on burning embers.
The smell of my own burning flesh will help me to remember the tally.
Wisdom for it's own sake.

Ignorance is no excuse so
Turn slowly
Burn brightly
Eternity waits eternally.

Both north and south
East and west.
In tempest and typhoon a surly wind doth *******
this way and that.
In truth there is great beauty.
Good follows ill as the sun warms the chill. The rising sun chases shadows to ground as predator stalks it's prey.

Seasons of plenty following famine.
No win
No lose.
Cycles...seasons come and go.