I am not who most think I am and I am not a traitor to those and those things I believe in, and I know there are worse things than death and carry my mistakes as I try to hide all of my regrets. I have dropped my guard rarely, and it is time to make peace with that one essential truth feeling now a days as if I am on the run. These might be the thoughts you and I both have that may be the thoughts torturing us through our...
The streets are getting’ empty, and I’m keeping a low profile as I head on down the line, out here on the fringes of the night as the last midnight train pulls out and won’t be back. Finding myself thinking of when I was in that North Country where the lakes and streams ran so free, and of those few friends I have had that were like good old bricks and stood the kicks, and never fretted, kvetched, or whined with the passa...
Shadows are beginning to fall, and I have been sitting here all day, and it all has me wonderin’ if the faithful be rewarded or will they be passed by and end up in the pitching queues for the gallows yelling and singing praise for the hallowed? Still, though there is nothing really left to fear voices can be heard at times, and has me wondering if it is from someone I have let down in some way or have just left behind. C...
I'm tired of being made a foolof those silent nightsmaking my mind think terrible wordsa friendship blossomingbut just like the flowers that grow with waterit all withers and dies in the endwords once spokenof opening oneself to a brave new world of someone's lifeblackened by the darkness encounteredsaying hello is hardfor someone like me to master such braverygoodbyes are bitter pills I must swallowcut the string that bi...
Do you not see what you've done to meMy heart breaking into tiny pieces From words that have been said Once a friendship that never ceasesA void is left where once was full Of a love so gentle and pure That was growing into the night Now left everything unsure I am worth more than what you've done Making me feel smaller than a snail You know how to hurt me so wellYou did it all through fucking e-mailYou told me I was too...
I feel like a Dali paintingmy image warpedby your own imaginationImperfection of this bodydesecrated with scarscrafted by your own torturous mindTime meltingwinding back to forgotten dayswords spoken and virtual hugs we sharedMemories soon fadelike forging fire into ashwhich you silently blow awayWhat once we hadhas slowly disappearedof a friendship separated by oceans wideThe drawer within my chestwhich protected our che...
Friendship is like a piece of stringThere's a beginning, middle, and end to itIt starts with a smile, then loving hugs of sweet wordsSlowly drifting towards a deep sadness of goodbyesTears that fall from betrayal, or something simple like silenceForcing you to sever all ties with the otherIf only for your own sanity and well-beingTo cut the string in two, clutching one piece as a bitter memoryPushing you into that world o...
Sitting here after getting off of a call with an old friend who can be rightly labeled as the person who saved my life roughly thirty-three years ago. As I am still calling in order to touch base and I know he is still on my side through all and the aftermath we have both been through, and there are times when it seems as there is nothing left at all I know he is still there. Making me realize that I need to keep in touch...
Having heard some people say that some prayers are never heard or answered, along with some wars never ending and some wounds never healing. I know that I won’t grow old gracefully, as well as knowing I won’t go easily and will probably be found in the dust somewhere near the road I was following. After having been a rebel or an individual for most of my life, and usually having been outnumbered by those who have conforme...
It all seems silly nowWhere I once stood firmIt's not a place at allIt took this long to learnPerhaps with jaded perceptionI created an alternate stateA place that withstood timeAnd so I was never lateDoesn't that sound great?But something happenedI allowed myself to loveI nurtured and protectedDespite words said aboveI made so called friendsAnd I let my love showI allowed myself to feelUntil reality had to let me goI fel...
Friendship is not just about good timesIt is about walking in and sitting downAs others walk out.It doesn’t focus on past choices or mistakesAs they shall never over shadowthe good memories we continue to share.It’s about being theresupporting one anotherhelping to fight battlesaiding in achieving goalsbeing by one another’s sidewhen sight of your own strengthsare nowhere to been seen.So, live for today and cherish every...
Whispers float in my ear and singAbout so many hurts and other thingsLies, truths, does it matter now A friend was all I wanted for meTo laugh with, to just beWas it too much to askTo hope it would last Stretched between twoStories, gossip, from both of youConfusion abounds in this placeI'm not a prize to win after a race I'm only me, mixed up and blueFor now, I've run out of glueBack to thoughts I had kickedBlood drips s...
Chills have come racing down my spine as I sit here and with shaking hands I know that everything is about understanding, and feeling the chills raging like a storm in my mind spreading like a fever through my heart down to my legs. Time to let go of fears and wondering who will stand with me if and when I breakdown? I know all I think and say seems to be understated with dreams or is something I have read, with dreams no...
Decades passedNothing lastsEverything changesVarying stagesAbsolute lifeChaotic strifeDo some things never change?Chasing demonsCollecting leminsLovings lostSoulless accostEnduring supportEndless retortDoes anything stay the same? Staggering endsPassing friendsWords unspokenTrusty tokenJilted heartsFalsified startsIt seems everything must changeEternal needsSowing seedsRavaged lustGrandiose trustRestless shiversCarefree w...
Standing here by the waterside, and I am not waiting for the end for I am carrying with me solitude and a searching eye along with a book I was given that is made up of nothing but lies. In the blackest night burn the brightest stars and these are the times when it seems I have to return to basics or return back to the start of all and reminds me that some things are in vain. As I stand here wondering who will be walking...
