Nothing lasts forever.
Except for the human soul.
The biggest damage
It's this energy, inside it, that takes the biggest toll.
After all that has been said and all that shall be done
Remember that a battery needs a positive terminal
Not just the Negative
Terminal to ride the electric rail
to a recharged future.
The clock sounds lost moments with a snickering tick-tock.
As the pages of the still and empty calendar gather dust and wilted pages.
So much time, however, no one to **** such with…
Insanity is the money paid for life’s burdens as wages.
The mind drifts back to memories of loves that have have come and that have gone.
The empty rooms echo with old songs that you play to relive such cherished moments
To keep the feeling alive
Until your heart forgets how to receive or find love and it is worn out to the bone.
Beating so hard for that missed someone.
Beating in excitement for that fresh look from someone you adorre
Quickly, you must catch her, before she disappears out the moment’s doors.
Love seems so hard to find.
Women you feel are interested in
Failing to see you there…holding open a kind door
To open your soul to them
Even if the relationship never lasts past one tick of the clock
At least you stood tall and showed a rainbow of warm colors
As she disappears on the arm of another
A tear fills the eye for one short second
Then you disappear within the moment and you cheer on your victorious and beloved brother.
Fear is a control
A weapon used by those who have no self esteem
Used by those with no self control
Are we on a roll?
Those who hate you wish to see you fall
From Jealousy and Defending your level
They wish to see you in a grave
Dirt covering your body up with a shovel
Do not let fear consume your mind
Filling your thought spaces up with the Toxic
Elements of their "poisoned" recipe
That feeds the hunger of the dark kinds
Of people who do not understand your beauty
They hate to see you shine bright
Smile in their faces and use your deeper strength
Shining your heart
From an even brighter light
She has leather
And wears plenty of Lace.
The golden heart
Has shown plenty of Grace,
She has earned plenty of days in Shanghai-La
She's even more beautiful at her age
The gypsy sparkles
As she dances
A "white winging dove"
It sounds like "she has been singing"
Music to my heart
Peace Bells are ringing.
Sparkling from her shine
I've been under her sweet spell for years
My midnight dream is clear
How I wish she was mine.
Dedicated To Stevie Nicks. An angel and sweet legend.
No person ever says, “hello.”
I search for actions
To better my existence
Fake Promises and Infractions
Of crimes plagued upon me
That others voices echoes inside of my head
“laughter “ at this joke
Why? Because he is broke? Or just “Ill?”
Is this a dream? Or a Nightmare?
Am I dead, in this quiet, before the next
Vulture who swoops down on this “seeming dead”
Soul - can’t people see that this is a “human”
Never taken seriously.
Laughing, aloud, at myself.
I look in the mirror
Like the movie “Pink Floyd the wall”
As steam and shaving foam hit the mirror.
A busted smile remains delirious.
Until my “trial”
Will people ever come any nearer?
I'm dying inside.
My soul inside is dimming
Other entities ride me like a motorbike.
Out and made an example of for all of mankind.No pride.
Crashing my soul into a brick wall.
I have too much physical and mental pain
To keep pretending
with all of my strength
Not to fall.
The dark people
who bash you about like Raggedy Andy
Deny their acts
You feel untrusted and crazy.
A "toy" that is sweet, to them, like "Candy."
I cannot prove my worth to deaf ears
Nor blind eyes
I pay my dues
Who knows how to silence these fears?
I want to run.
No way to go.
I wish to end it and fly into the Heavens
No bravery to finish what my mother started.
Am I lazy for needing to rest?
Or am I destined to be the failed "dearly departed?"
Providing a listening ear
Even when fear is reinforced
Strength shines sunlight down on me
dries the tears.
Hope is there.
The light at the end of my journey’s tunnel.
Through thick and thin
I never give up.
For, in life, we never stop trying…
Until death’s stalker’s follow
It is easier to look up at a high mountain
Deciding it is too tall to climb.
Things are easier when one refuses to walk through tough times
riding in a wheel chair
Rather than baring the load walking on their own two feet.
Nothing is impossible
Unless one gives up - that is simply a choice.
So , get your life’s gear, climb that mountain
Even if you need some help making it to the top
You had the strength to try.
Instead of staying at the bottom
and deciding to “give up.”
One beautiful sunset
Snow sugar dusted streets and homes
Chilled winds that refresh the soul…
As one’s day starts and the alarm clock rings the start of a bet
To enjoy more than “what meets the eye.”
Inventive explorations and Creation of new mapped way-points
Mark the daring explorer as he never settles for the “lesser roll”
A gamble number landed on the tops of “life’s” challenged dice
To win a new way of life
Not just for the journey man….
However, for the world…….A newer fashion added to an old passion..
A sweet and exciting mixed up “spice.”
Pay for Light
Money for friendship.
Gold for survival.
Once you run out of such funds for “Livelihood”
You go bankrupt owing those who “are paid to care”
Your life as collateral.
You are disciplined to treat such people kinder than yourself.
All your career, future hopes, and dreams are “poppycock.”
“Just Deal with it or find someone else who will deal with you.”
Traveling to only where they wish to go
They hold deaf ears to places you hold dear to visit.
To ask for help is deemed as “selfish”
as you are a burden to them.
Even though they offer.
Down on your luck with credit and avenues of other to plot a course down..
Your life is lived as a hostage and as their pet.
Sleeping in small spaces upon a space on the floor.
As it is hard to sleep.
Not knowing if a future is a right for you to keep.