Maybe if I drown myself In black coffee and expensive cigarettes, I can forget that I am destined To always be trash. If I strive high enough, One day I might even make it to average. Even that is just a pipe dream, though.
ebbing tides muted shadows sketched in sand a sculpted archive of footprints and wind crashing ocean’s hypnotic slow motion rolling onto the beach rushing white froth washing forth and back renewing the smoothness with salty scrubbing bubbles the setting full moon shines bright projecting her power’s peak reflecting horizontal streaks of crackling blue electricity rippling and running riding atop the cresting waves pounding surf as conduit completing the circuit on shore empowering the Ancients' resurrection in the rising midnight mists mirage-like vaporous images charge clearly visible beneath her sweeping silvery veil buckskin **** cloths, eagle claws and feathers indigenous people stepping rhythmically in a circle feint sounds of chanting and a drum-like heart beat a dance for the ages seeking favor and protection rituals and ceremonies keeping the wolves at bay celebrating the crows’ return or a bountiful harvest as they have for millennia when the moon falls over earth’s edge the dancers dissipate retreating like sand ***** awaiting the next full moon.
What can be done to consume this feeling of emptiness What can we done when we're broken into a million pieces And how do we fix the broken pieces together How do we learn to love again
What do we believe in .. when there's nothing left to believe in What do we hope for when all dreams are blurred How can we heal and forget the wounds when they plague our minds How do we become blind to the scars that are left behind What becomes inspiration when the faith fades
Are happy endings hopeful in nothing but chaos How can we keep hoping when reality promises noone a happy ending How can an immaculate being hurt you so profoundly And how can you still be able to love him
When will the light outshine all the darkness And when will the swift wind destroy all this confusion When will stars align And When will the moon shine at it's greatest intensity
How do we escape misery's stifling grip And how can a fear so consuming be diminished Can this sinking feeling be controlled Why do we become so numb How do we leave when we're being pulled by the forces of profound emotions And the longing of a fragile heart
**But why .. do we all strive to be loved when love becomes so detrimental..