Every road has a beginning and an end just like life, and I’ve heard that those not being born are basically the one(s) busy dying. With the occasional one(s) who sit there crying over the sound of empty words said and empty promises made, or over the times when a friend is needed or just someone to be there yet they are denied all things to share in, as life goes on all around when a trembling voice is heard and question...
Would you be mine, Valentine, or have you already promised another? Girl. You think I don’t know her, and maybe I do. Maybe, just maybe, I know you lie to her too. Perhaps I know because she has told me so. Her questioning glance when you grab me to dance, the hurt in her eyes as she acknowledges your lies. Don’t get mad at me sweetie pie, I’m not the one caught in a lie. It’s not me hurting another, and I am not the one...
What will be my fate?Speak! Whoever you might be.So desperately I yearned to fly,But apart my wings you tore.Why do you desire my flesh and blood?Why now must I live?Truly it is better up there…To swim across sky… Answer! Whoever you might be.Tiredness takes rule,To sleepiness my body yields.So many things I had time for,So many things I could have done,But apart my wings you tore.A thousand fires blaze inside my head.A h...
What do you want from me? I mean really, REALLY? Can you give a bit of honesty? Is it too much of me to ask that from time to time, you have my back? And no, I do not fear the attack. I do not mind the scars. I always have my sparkle after they’ve taken my stars. The only thing that bothers me is that you had doubt of what I am all about. You believed I had lies and you never even asked me why. There are many things I wil...
Standing in the doorway feeling the wind blow as a cold rain falls that carries a trace of snow in it, as thoughts drift taking me back to when hopes were set high as eyes glanced, and locked as the measure was taken. With there being times it felt had been struck by sound across the face loud enough to drive choices from my head and being like one lost in time as either a fool or a chewed up bloody mess unable to count a...
Finding myself once again standing out on the platform at the station in the heat, and I am waiting in whatever shade that can be found for that last train that’s soon heading out, as I can feel both the temperature and the humidity rising as the sun’s dark light pounds down. And now as I look through my dark glasses at the rails nearby that seem to burn with white hot intensity, has me stop and reflect on all those thing...
Looking back is a bad habit, and the time has come for me to ride hard and fast, as I ask shall we dance? As I saddle up, and begin to ride through time and memories of the disagreeable past, in this Vale of tears, we all call life. As I pull away from nearly forgotten times, and faces that fade and dim in the fires of the mind. And find the only tears being shed now, are those of ... fear. The fear of losing you, along w...
Lost in the void of what has been destroyed by those who have toyed with my mind, my soul, this big gaping hole. It seems it’s time again to take control. Rebuild the wall, deadbolt the door. Stop being so trusting or you will never be whole. Dammit! Shut up you in there, you with the cranberry brown hair and the awful cold stare! Go back to sleep and keep your words and herd your sheep. Today, I will not weep. Today, I w...
Waking in the night and half asleep, I hear a voice wondering if from my mind, or is it from someone I have failed in some way or left behind in my life as I make my way through it? Having tasted both victory and also defeat and the latter outweighs the former it seems always. Seeming to find myself defending both myself and my soul from those who accuse me of things not done, and has me wondering at times what has become...
Standing here against a wall off of the main square her in the dark light of the sun, as I find myself leaning back as I close my tired eyes feeling the warm wind blowing and the heat under blue skies. Thinking of why I was hearing the sound of a drum being beat slowly and a fife played lowly? That was able to be heard during the heavy thunderstorm while it passed through last night, and wondering why I heard those played...
Woke this morning at the break of day on what is both the first day of both a new year and a new decade, sitting here feeling the cold as I look to the window and see the grey light of the false dawn filtering in through the blinds, which has me feel as if I were once again leaning in a doorway looking out on things that took place at the close of the year. Recalling those decisions that were made that weren’t accompanied...
And here we are again, sitting in this old decaying theater, waiting for the show to begin. Although we are sitting side by side, I swear there is a draft. Oh. That’s just your sighs. This place is empty and I wonder why we still come here, year after year. You know they’ve built a new place? Oh, the “fuck you” face. Never mind, this place is fine. Finally, the curtain is up and for a moment, the bright lights feel so goo...
Looking back is a bad habit and though we try not to look back most do, and the hour is getting late and it looks like the time has come once again for me to ride hard and fast across the range, as I ask if you in a kind and clear voice shall we dance? Or will you come and join me as I make another midnight ride? Even if there seems to stand a form of unforgiving opposition that usually hides some form of destruction in p...
Sitting here in the Great White North watching the snow and the temperature falling and feeling my mind drifting back from an email slide show from an old friend and Brother Mason. Having put most of what I have left far from my mind, has sometimes come back and has me closing my eyes in remembrance of some of those places I have been and spent time in back in the High Desert plains I came from. Standing here in Aguirre...
Some say that there are things that can’t be resisted but, are they real or just things in dreams? As I feel the warm winds blowing and the heat under these blue skies as situations run through my head, and being like a wandering ghost that seems to come out of the shadows like when the dark side calls to cross the line. And never noticing those I who pass me like that slow parade of fears I saw pass me by like the evil a...
