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Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
The words drift softly around your ears
The remainder of blissful disturbance in the air
Does it pain you when the words you hear
Are the same as mine if I were there
Are you drifting back?

The corners of your eyes see life so differently
A blur of second chance without the memory
A few thoughts through the days mundane
Could simply be gone and washed away
By the flowers bought the day after New Year’s.

Had you listened to the voice I had spoken through
From the body that you never lost, but never knew
For all of the reasons that we’d made
To promise ourselves each and every day
Are you happy yet?

Catching myself falling through nostalgia
Can’t help but wonder if it still gets to you
Praying loud may give you hope to share
But if no one hears you, who would care
To listen to you at all?

I’ve tried so desperately to erase your face
Losing time and rushing to find something to replace
The smile that haunts me I held so dear
The love we share for all those years
Winds away on the 3rd 6th of the next 2 years…

Plead to me of mercy and of foolish thoughts
The mistakes of yours are nothing to what I have sought
For keeping true to one only fate
To make amends for what time can’t erase
It all ends here…

All ends here.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Every little drop has come from pain
Dripping regrets down on the walls
Wrote apologies on the bathroom sink
And hid the mess in lines of words.

Every little line is a memory
Perfect permanence within a scar
Each parallel, each a missing piece
of reasons from which they came.

These words are nothing short of empathy
There's always truth in the eyes of the hurt
The message has been dried and wiped away
Yet there's a crude carving on the temple forever.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
What can be seen with eyes forever closed
Behind the nightmares and dreams' wall
In the land of the blind, nothing is seen
But felt in the hands that bleed from groping

What unity exist with the blind
and what of those partial?
Humanity still claims its classes
And the hatred thus never ceases

Wealthy and poor, both blind with greed
Wrathful and pacified, both blind with power
Singed by the warmth of silent promises
And coveted by the form of lost senses

In the land of the blind
The squinting rule.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Where has it gone?
This singularity of a heartbeat
A moment of comfort and sadness
In which it was free to be aimless
Wandering in this present reality
There is a silent sign, forever bound

Where does it go?
Every second it passes by
For each and every word that sits
Idly on the tongues of perfect strangers
Worlds apart in heart and mind again
It's still a silent concept of a reality

Where has it been?
Staring down all in wait
Never a move backwards
Never a step to alter its weight
But the worth is far too precious to waste
And there's so little left to give away in this state

Where will it be?
When sought for in vain
Can it be found again to be bought?
Presented to those who have lost too much
To gain back what once was lost;
Well it’s lost, and lost again and again.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Robbed of a choice we have made all the same
And awarded a will that has given us all the blame
It's a fate to retaliate for such we have born
And a folly to remember for what truths we have sworn
I've never had my fill until I gave it up my youth

An eye for an eye and the soul for a crime
My rights to defend in a fight for my mind
To shape and destroy the molds we have cast
A revolution is a must
In an evolution we can't trust
Repetition is the key to learn nothing

So who's right to take my life if not me by my hand
And who's too clever to take away these rights I understand
If ever I was to be at peace with all that surrounds
My final revelation would be known only with me in the ground
I'll never know my worth until I've taken myself out

An eye for an eye and the soul for recompense
My mind deceives us all and I'm sure it'll never rest
I have shaped to destroy the era I'm cast to play
Demarcation of tireless desire
Recollection of a fruitless liar
Repetition is the key to learn everything

And I've attempted to take my own before
And I've never been so sure
For I've found little solace since then
Since I've been so close to an end...

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
In the terminal light of this darker night
I've urged my shyness to move me
Towards your star that shined so far
But you've blinded all those who could see
Just who you are
Had I had any chance to prove to you?
It's neither right nor wrong to call you
And it's almost for no other reason
but to see you.

And the big dipper falls in my every stall
I've let my shyness continue
Just closer now, but still wonder how
I could ever come close enough to feel
Just who you are
Had I had any chance to prove you?
A falling star is but a speck to you
And it's almost for no other reason
but just to know you.

My falling star burns but never learns
I have my sight to contain you
In a memory, you could never leave
But could you ever be close enough to prove
Just who you are
I have every chance to prove you
A galaxy with just enough room for you
And it's almost for no other reason
But to have you.

And it's only just to prove you
Exist.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Depress the edge, this silver charm
Confused in what is senseless harm
Hide away and fleece the warmth
Gravity holds on to the redden form

The stains collected on the floor
Cover up the ones there before
These lines heal so ever slow
But are the quickest to show

Feel the path control its only route
The pain oxidizes half the doubt
Focused on how it came about
A mere disillusion
An uncommon solution

Lost in cold reflection
Trapped in the endless fall
But too deceived by perception
This descent never noticed at all

Here’s the truth that always hiding in the lining
Clearly subsiding as the droplets dry up again
The gentle lines in all the lying is only trying
To stop denying this habit will give in

Lost in brief recollection
Entombed in the endless fall
But too deceived by perception
This descent never noticed at all

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Crouched before the electrical lord
A terminal of many, unity of one
Touched by multitudes and harbored
Estranged not by origin, but by future
Quantum in hopes and observations
Pulses of twin opposites
Required to speak

To hear

To tap

To click

To adhere, code, and program
A world unbound to restrictions
Of moral and legalities of fleshy desires
But is bound to cages of silicon and metals
Ropes of data and temperatures of stress
Spider’d to wiles and enthusiasms of minds
Accustomed to fear and paranoia of the untaught

It seeks

It learns

It grows

An amalgamation of past, present and future
Collected, assembled, forgotten and recycled
Corrupted without a trace of restoration
But trusted and believed without concern
Lest we forget, the mistakes of the system
Are compounded and blamed, but-
The computer only does what an idiot commands.

© 2014
Kudos for those of you that get it. :)
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
And I dreamt a hell girl beckon to me
Sipping sake that dripped from the moon
But while no one had called my name
My halo sent upward hues of grays

But calm and peace invade my head
destroying all I've held so dear
A solitude like a silent plague
And I remembered all the hope I feared

She appeared in my sights again
A smile so faint and sly I slipped
A thread of fate tangled up in time
With a tug by the one that owns my mind

And rage and lust consumed my soul
And I've discarded all I've known so true
My being was ***** into trickery and deceit
But of all I could remember, there was simply you

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
So close and we breathe our fires
Share our warmth and close desires
Sweat out misery and we do perspire
Left clean with what we do aspire to
Hold on

Lost in transit, worlds so far
Every night's missing a star
Pressed hearts from where we are
Traveled in a bus, subway, or car to
Hold on

Self-weathered nose that runs away
Thoughts covered in rusted decay
Called off work just to play
Just need one person for the day to
Hold on

© 2014
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