12/05/09

The Crumbling of Love

The color blue melts over the broken mountain and seeps deep into the earth.
The sands of time escape out of the broken hour glass and blow into the wind.

As my heart feels the pain of love no more.  
My eyes search for the waters.
My feet desperately search for the sand.
But the dream is gone.
The deep sadness and guilt of the inner turmoil spin around and tear at my soul.
The overwhelming pain of loss shatters my hope.

I am nothing but a drop in the ocean of madness that is life and existence.

Seeking something that is just a reflection once seen in the water, or a passing day dream.
Hoping for something that seems like an abomination to my purpose.
Paying the price for crimes that only my inherited cells are guilty of, yet I pay.

12/05/09

Loosing a Dream

I have been hollowed out by your vicious hand.
The painful waves of darkness run through me like water.

The promise of your crashing waves gives me hope that you will save me from this pure destruction.

Deep called unto deep.  
The cry of my heart was to not be swallowed alive by this black void.
The measures to save me are unclear.
The hope is till there.

The beautiful dream of the ocean shore in June swirls as it fades into oblivion.  
It quietly leaves me far behind as it passes like death.
Like a leaf gently falling from a tree in September.

Promise of Beauty Untold

The walk through desolation to find beauty untold is forever puzzling.

They walked through the thistles and the obstacles on the dried cracked ground to find the highest peaks of the tallest mountains only to climb to the highest point and hang themselves from it.

Cherishing things that only thorns and thistles can produce.  Never knowing the promise of the other side.  The promise of beauty untold.

With one hand open and reaching and the other hand covering their face in shame, they run towards the steep mountains.  All the time missing the gateway because their eyes are on the highest peaks where doom is the only promise.

The bird of another world is the keeper of the path to the gateway, and he  knows all things but gives no information.  The bird of another world is not evil.  His only mission in life is to count those who walk through the gateway.  The mountains keep track of the losses.

10/27/09
Outside of Me

I close my eyes and I’m lost and alone.
I open my eyes and I’m found once again.

Like a stray dog running down the road I roam.
With a destination in mind, but not knowing what or where that destination is, I keep searching.

Always alone, always cold, always hungry for something that seems impossible and out of reach.
All the stories untold swirl like a winter snow storm in my mind.

Pain twirls and twists and does It’s dance of evil rampage in the headless body.
No one knows who starts it moving or when it will stop.
Tearing myself open to allow it to leave seems like the only option.

I hide my face from the Reaper in deep regret that the clock keeps ticking but the alarm won’t go off.

Love is everywhere. . . . Outside of me.