Truth rests better. Numbed worries. Forever blessings taking shape. Living the best choices. Ordered tenderness. Releasing fear born pain. Untold longings with no shame. Sleeping mind gently settles.
It was better than moonlight. It was better than birds singing in morning. It was the sweetness of youth. It was to be a wonderful memory. But is was truly nothing. It was soon forgotten. It was never forgiven. It was just a mistake.
Don't remind me, Don't hop on my last nerve. I wander about in the lost land Trying to discover a new path Looking for a bright end With answers Just don't try to compare Let me be, Let me breathe. Do you really think it makes us stronger? I thought this was just a short drop off for the everlasting. Just don't.
Stagger me aside. Take me from my stride. Lift me from my pride. Bewilder my heart. Nothing from the start. A secret slow apart. Dimmed to know Eyes glow Head held low. Bewilder me with thought. Mighty tides dance. Pulling deeper still. Overhead and lost. Bewildered by the grip.
Last of daylight crisping across the sound; Cooling of the powder sand; Gentle little breeze across sunburnt cheeks; The birds making one last dive; White cotton shirts and flip-flops; Closing of the pool and packing of the chairs; Vacation gone as full moon rises. Churning thoughts of things undone Hit the mind with tomorrow's plan.
Each day brings it closer. Started as a whisper. Moaning to a living known. A struggle to face. A fight that can not be won. Yet belief in delay. So much yet to be done.
Keep it behind the the lip. Not to let it slip. Share with no one aloud. Softly scratch it out. Keep it unsigned. Make it unclaimed. Let it drip alone. Don't own. Put it out on paper.
What is lost The time together until I see you; My favorite song until it is sung; The most delicious dish until it rests upon my tongue, at which time, I close my eyes and taste it with emphasis as never before. My beloved who left too soon, but when I leave all nonsense here -- that too will be as strong as ever before. No longer planned, just lived. No longer known, just loved.
The bones of angel wings resting tightly inside the tiny body stroked by the mother's loving hand. The bones of angel wings while a young woman grasped with greedy lust by first love. The bones of angel wings weary with work and achievement. The bones of angel wings again stroked by loving hand to free to other existence. Folded tight inside; Awaiting the time to burst forth; Covered with the will to live; Fighting with purpose To hide amongst the living. The angel wings freed to flight from earth.
Sharing with all. Spill it. Was it exhibition? Just a lie? Stripping the soul Until none left. One big story worn bare. Just a party with none to spare. Everyday lie spread far and wide. Misplaced reckless thought. Make believe gone wrong.
Giant steps into the dark Taking chance to meet the fate Looking forward with face upturned Meeting trouble with a grin Cool breeze whipping at my hair Never looking for what was missed. Only seeking what will come.
He says his piece I say mine Both flow freely Hours of hurt Guided by lawyers Directed with purpose With clever questions and pointed thought To conclude this matter So much money for so little.
Never see the other side; The other side is not midnight; Even if it is Midnight has much to offer; The cool dark of thought; The blinking stars of enlightenment; Peel back your prejudice; Please take back your hate; Nothing is all about you; Other parties are involved; Collateral damage, you love; Why is it always the challenge to see who can be the bigger ***? Where once there was love and lust Now there is mistrust and hatred. Strong emotion replaced by strong pain. Step around yourself.
Seeing the light in the crack; The expectation rising with hushed murmur; The lights lower; The voices quiet; The only sound is the curtain swinging open; The light is on the stage; People rest in shadows; They await the story; It is silence before the entrance; A stage door opens and reveals the hero; The hero walks to the end of the stage; The hero stares into the shadows; He delivers. Only then people know who he is.
Morning preparation for the big together; Wonderful smells throughout the house; Some remember that they did it all; (But, they never really did); Other's remember the warmth; Grandma's house with all her love; Captain Kangaroo before the start; Mickey Mouse Club while we wait; Children with hungry stomachs; Waiting for the fathers to return from hunting in the woods; Mothers gossip in the kitchen; The big together commenced with prayer; Kids at the children's table; Even kids with babies in high chairs at the children's table as time went by; Kids table became the envied table; Chocolate cake for grandpa's birthday celebrated at the big together no matter the date, always last Thursday. Men gathered with little care As woman cleaned the mess clear. The big together for another year. Now, I have the big together. Missing the kids table, I take a big sip of wine.
Born to it Not what you are Who you are Never as good as born to it Not merely a longing To never know the start To only know success A name which was given Because another shone Not something to grieve Find your own place Start with you Make yours born to it And theirs born to it *** the path Work for it Earn it Pass it on Have yours born to it No envy burns Waste of precious time Make it your gift to yours
Waiting for the time. Sitting in solitude. Deciding what to do. Never been so alone as now. Sound the alarms. Man the posts. I need someone. Could take the way out. Asked if it should be hidden. Nah, don't hide the exit. Tomorrow will be a time to heal. Do I want to last forever. No, I want to rest alone.
Lift the bowl. Drink it all in. Dribble on the chin. Push back up Into your mouth. Don't let a fulfilling drop Leave your tongue. Enjoy the passion of the moment. Slurp life's passion with hungry delight.
Separate and apart outside. Under the glow of part a moon; He held me tighter; With part a smile. Maybe, please without a tease. ‘I love you’ With night so fresh with so much youth. Nature stirs with part a thought. Outside with part a heart.
I rest my argument The test is end No more to go No more bitter regret Time to pack To leave the foe To leave the battleground All thoughts in tow No worries about what might have been What should have been To know what is.
Smoke rises with a puff which waters the eyes. Tears run and are smoothed with balled fists. Charred scent blackens the air. Grey lifts in the night to the light of the open window where you sit just inside. Where you listen just inside. Outside only quiet of crackling fire. The light inside burns bright with no answer. Smoke alone enters the house.
Still sorely missed. Daydreams about what might have been. Pain is distant and so close. A shard of glass pierces as my mind reviews The glass is hidden in the years which dull. The pain of the shard is new as first. Sweet girl what should have been. Already you see my father. My mother is watching for you with tired eyes. Sweet Cate, treat them well. You are old enough to care for my parents With loving heart. My years add for us to meet. I will look for you when I join, but Don't expect too soon. I've my chores here to do. Love you, Sweet Cate.
Refuge from pain; Balance of thought; Constant defender; Patient ear; Loving support; Now my turn. I need to protect you; To hold you steady; To redirect; To make it right; To hold you tight; To hide my care. To love you With all my heart.
Warmth inside fades to the cold Through the open door; Sun glares on the ice and snow; Crunching one foot forth into God's world; Pulling the scarf across my mouth; Another glistening world. Cold wind wraps about me With wicked arms. Wet in my eyes goes cold around my sunglasses. One slippery step after another. My old knees creak my walk. My happy golden charges ahead plowing a path for me to follow. Old sun grins upon the earth.
Darkness settled; Loneliness drapes my shoulders; Wet stings my face; Sobs shake me deep; How did it come to this; Loud crashing nothing; Flashing temper. So much, for so little. Angry showers, Should make you cower.
Whispers falling all around. Eyes staring with reproach. How could it have been done that way? Whispers caught in the breeze From stories long ago The sting still felt. Small towns don't forget. Wondering who knows Who shares the tales with new unknowns To walk with head held high Whispers mold the air Don't they know It's not my usual way. It has been ten years. Whispers still fall all around As I walk down the street. Without a friend.
Good to give Immediate relief Possible regret Honesty told from the heart Release of feeling Brush of romance Seal of words and jars Tell by tremble Stiff feelings unknown Mother's blessing and nightmare Protest good and bad Start and finish Receptor of hedonism. Kiss Sealed in death
Quick daylight leaving; Tumbling darkness; Cold wind batters the shutters; Candle flickers; Fireplace crackling with bright heat; Dancing shadows against the walls; Song of the long night; Red and green decor; Women with hoods and gloves; Druid dream surround; Met with Christian mood; Mankind's combination Of spirit and mystical. Long night fills the soul.
The hunt The push, the pull The heat of anger mistaken for the heat of passion A love not sweet nor sharing A hunt with hurt Mean for strength For dominance No true care Ich liebe Dich nicht A harsh emotion of obsession Without a basis in love Never to release and never to truly want One last call before the great love One more attempt to pull her back One cruel time before the date One last phone call "I think I might love you." Give it up ******* - I have gone No more chase. I won the hunt.
Read a story. Became a path. Went blind. Lost my way. Couldn't read My way home. Light slowly came. But now I working my way back. Still a little lost. A little hungry. A little thirsty. Humor may return.
Move the flounce to the right. Move the step to the left. Place the tiara on the head. Dip into the mood. Push the shoulder into the lift. Allow the spirit room to guide. Spin with the demons. Dance with the angels. Hum to a new day.
Will I never again, Glow with expectation, Feel the touch of lightening. Will I never again, Be the one that wants, Be needed to fulfil. Will I never again, Be so close to perfect, Embraced in rich together. Will I never again, Feel the pull, To never end.
The breeze of it brushes past the side of your body. You step your toes to the yellow line. A chill goes down your back. You feel the near. You push your eyes close with the tears. Not knowing whether to finish or To stay just that side of the line. The mystery of the unknown. The caution of the known. How close do you dare to step.
Want more Promise to heal Stop the demon Shake it off the shoulder Sink the depths of loss Heart is full of hope Knowing all will leave But tears in eyes No turning from my wicked friend Who stays alone with me Claiming me as his own Til death do we part He brings me destruction. No freedom for me Test I will never pass Can't brush it off. Cease to care.
Looked across at him; Concentration firm; Focused on ahead; Blue eyes searching the page; Almost done; For me just a beginning; Next phase alone; Holding steady; Not to compare; Leaning forward for an easy time. That never quite comes. Dust floating the light to fall in dark corners. Trapped in the wait For a better day.
Spinning toward the future At a slower pace. Not able to leave the minute That just seems to linger With me longer than it should. Takes so long to move down The road when I moving at My normal pace. Something inside just not right. Time needs to catch my moving mind.
Not just a word, Not just a feeling, Vomiting words Meaning more. So much pain, no hiding from a future that seems so much like a past -- Living worst fears repeated.
Buzzing in my ear Trapped beneath the sheet Can't see it Just waiting for the landing Hoping to smash it **** thing numbs me Takes it's plunge Tiny little scoop Leaving behind poison In place of blood Tiny little ***** Leaving itches That welt upon my touch Tense with purpose Slap the little nuisance One red smear of battle won So much for that
Wiggle in the nest Causing it to tighten; Fearing that no one else Will ever understand my purpose; No one else will need what I have to offer; Regularly assured of this; Leaves tremble and brown with dying autumn; New plans need be found; Time to find new purpose. Time for me to find what I am.
Didn't you know it is all about me? You thought it was about us- You thought it was you and me- Not so much. The story was short. You thought it was done- Your part was over- For me, it had just begun.
It pours over my head Landing on my shoulders Because you think I am strong. My knees buckle with the weight of your anger and words. Take them back. My load can't stand them. You were my salvation. My blessing, my cooling fountain Now merely a volcano of emotion. So sorry it ended this way. Go home.
One was just alike The Other was so different One was first known The Other was last known One was just a dream The Other was a life One was remembered The Other was forgotten One was nothing The Other was everything
Old Porsche parked on hill; Fall bitting in the air, As if these carefree days Of term papers and lectures Will last forever: The Zombies moaning On the radio about The time of the season. A hidden bottle of Jack Under the passenger seat Waiting for the barn fire. Beauty of youth and Nothingness on the cusp Of meaning and purpose.
Cynic or optimist Believing you can push future to your will. When young, love potions. When old, stronger notions. Instead of pushing one, you try to push many on your way. Magic takes advantage of happenstance. Claim ownership of luck. Just nod with a knowing smile. Your doing made it happen. Probably did. Fate holds hands with witches. Which one is the guide.