~

her tranquil surface abruptly awakened;
well-cast fly by rainbow taken.

~

*post script.

that moment when the rest of the world wakes up.  (hyphenated words count as only one, right?),

Christmas with Christ
I was setting on a hillside late Christmas eve.
Not saying a thing to anyone.
When a man came up along side of me and sat down.
We sat there for hours and said nothing.
The moon went and the sun came up.
The man stood and started to walk away.
Then he turns and said someday there will be world peace.
Then he left.
I thought to myself that had to be Christ.
For this is Christmas and he would have only known.What was on my mine.

having been away
going through motions
absently drifting
a bag in the wind
drying out on the sand
waiting for the next tide
to replenish something
that's hard to define
has seemed lacking
missing in action
i read that book before
when I started
a new volume
some of the characters seemed familiar
however changed by living
days hard to keep up with
unconscious skills a pool
underwater resources
can be relied upon
when the blind lead with
strange instincts

I sit here with you
You think about her
I'm all alone
And you're occupied
I try not to cry
You just don't care
Blonde hair
Green eyes
Small figure
The things im not
Guess i'll settle for second best.

So well made
Tailored clothes
Perfect hair
It's all most real
But it isn't is it
No pain
No panic
No pleasure
No blood
No bile
Just well shaped plastic
And a chiseled smile.

Can't relate!
Simply don't!
Got issues?
Well choke!
All's free.
Free here.
Bygones be.
Really? That?
Don't tease...
How dope!
Go ahead.
Just try.
We'll see.
Any plans?
Hang tight.
True journey.
No ticket.
No sound.
Ask why?
Dare ask?
Not first.
Maybe last.

To unearth the means of life
Is the saddest part of our ferris wheel
Every ups and downs, in peace or strife
A looping ride to our little heaven, but most a free trip to hell

There's a box of gloominess that I'd opened that I can't seal
Overflowed my mind with a lot of dark wisdom
Wound I'd self inflicted in a day, seems will take a decade to heal
If only I did not enter the too much curiosity kingdom

It's my intention to craft a masterpiece
So I've yearned crazily for knowledge
Scrambled all the colors till darkness become my art piece
A life that longing to be at the center because I am at the very edge

But then I still thank fate
For giving me the chance to travel life
To feel the air, the cool rain and the blazing heat
To have parents, brothers and a wife

To accept what life can offer and never go beyond
If only I could turn back, I'll never do myself a crime
But I'm on my way now, righting the wrong that I've done
Might take a decade to heal, but I believe in another lifetime...



Written: 01/01/2015 @ 6:30 am

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