Universal Feeling.

What is left, when words lose their meaning?
Where are we when we lose our sense of time?
Do we lose our place when we turn the page,
Do you miss me, too?
Faith, falling out of place.
Redemption is to ugly to face.
In the scheme of things...
I missed my cue.

Everything and Always.

I spin around in circles...stumbling
My answers unconvincing
Your my Everything and Always
Yet- I'm Wincing-
Away from new troubles and pain
heartache; stress; and
I believe I'm to blame
I jumped the gun -
now watch me run -
To the closest Exit sign
I didn't want this to happen
it's not my intent-
Your my Everything and Always
that's all I meant.

Wednesday Morning 7:13 am

*In the re-birth of spring, I'm not surprised to find myself borderline pantheist.*



Bless the morning Sun, may the horizon greet the Joshua Tree.
Bow before the breaking dawn, may the day heal it's wounds.
Close your eyes in the sight of sky, may the sea forgive transgressions.
Clasp your hands, may you hold your bold opportunity.
Sing your praise, may the winds carry your words.

Mother, warm the world and let the violets grow
Father, take it slow and let me be...

A statement

This is MY reality
My Dignity- The Epitome
of what I meant to be.
I play on words and rhymes
that wake my soul
and suffocates my secrets.
I'm torn to pieces
as your paper doll daughter
because you can't change me
I am my own revolution
Mother, Sister, Brother, Father
release my wrist and watch me
run. towards the new horizon
where the sun sinks into the ground
where the night claims it's reign.
Over the crossroads where I open the hand
to meet my fate.

For a friend

Closer Friend, Closer to me
With Sailing Moons and Symphonies
Listen to our History, we were so young
Though the beautiful and the bleek
we were blessed
with endless days of rhymes and riddles
and countless thoughts to think
and dream
But dreams are more quite now, they listen
instead of play songs forgotten.
We're never the same
So stay close to me, and listen
while the last shadow strums
We're still very young.

-

WE forget. Love's last stand laid before the gates. Where St.Peter makes friends with the forgotten. Where did I go? Nowhere I stand between closed eyes and faded hands. I know what your thinking and I know you think nothing of nowhere. Where I am I going: down forgotten rabbit holes where Alice drinks away her pain. Her wise wisdom send out souls for truth. To hold the future one must remember the now she whispers between a sip of gin and a drag of a cigarette. Between nowhere and somewhere stands the door where the moonlight keeps it's memories. It gapes open and darling I'm drowning. hold the hand you let slip but not the one in nowhere. And ask St. Peter's man for his thoughts, I hear he gives good advice.

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Misery has subsided and left my body cold and empty. Like a cancer loneliness creeps into my bones and shakes my being. Like a pulse this too will pass in time. What's left when the loneliness fades? An emotional scar that's hidden by thick skin and a cautious smile; weary of strangers and the unknown. I used to be a hot-stove student with fast reactions but I can feel the the fire that feeds on my memory. The smokes surrounds my soul like the night that torments me when I close my eyes. It chokes me till I wake up coughing his name. But. Then again, at least I'm breathing.