Writing... Here we are again. With fish in the sea. Just like all the others, but you're one step behind me. Like battle's flag. Raise the standard high. Some bigger fish perhaps, to eat the best as they die. You never knew. In the surface you saw. Some strange beauty long past, as my old soul's scars spread, raw. Nothing was meant. No fate ever became. Just a long way lost now, by voiceless plans your faith names.
On Backlash Dreams Beyond, afar Some shallow blood ferninst Some ancient shore Windswept, carried With floating heart's intent With passion wan Intimate, sincere By hollow hand repose By mindless bilk Threadbare, effete For wanton, vain retreat For feeling real Loving, hating I believe here betwixt I always knew
This bit is more prose than poetry: To learn without others. To walk in the light of your own path and see the shadow you leave behind. You cannot, and so you would fear to tell me... what have you done? What significance have you achieved not beneath the telling sun of others? What are you when you are not a thief? To talk as the sea, I am an old man. My world is full of regrets; my world is full of change. The fateful crust of these saltwater choices, these barnacles of life. Though I regret, I have learned... ... and I am a better man for it. Such a fool to others I've known in so few - the word is shame, and the voice is you. There is no strength but that which burns - by night or by fight. Gone now, all that it ever was. The winds have fled thee, from silken torments with tattered fringes. There is what was, no more. There is not beauty here. To spread wings one last time... before they burn up in the sea. To shimmer as the feathers turn to ashes... to mud. Not this time. The things I've always known, the ways I've always spoken. You came to me flying, but you were looking past my sails... into the horizon - and that is where you fell. How can this creature come to me diseased? Nothing all around but the waves and the burning sky I seldom know. I'd always been a healer, but I never thought I'd touch the wounds I saw there. Why did you come to me like this? I only meant to mend your broken wing, but you... you flew in ways that need no lift. But all that is gone now, and all that I ever wanted to be... here, where I shall mend my own scars. On the deck of my ship... only the soft down remains, waiting out the years before the wind forgets what stays. By the stars I found a port, but that land was never meant for me. It is the calm of the sea, in that light which I am... and in that shadow which follows. It is in me... it is in the home of my mind...my thoughts. In my soul... that is where my heart is. Perhaps one day, someone will know...
Becoming watch the light strike time away all those memories I may watch the sunrise through the hall because there's nothing there at all now all's gone and I'm still here to carry on without you near by the burden you exume watching you wake beside her tomb may it never be the same as the rest may fool again never was the smile you wanted just the warmness that she flaunted
Where I Should Have Been For the bittersweet of a once-loved smile and the silicon breadth of a love-graced while Come may we to hear and bear our heaven-rent souls if they silently speak you'll bare your ember-bent coals We forget these lies and how they make us feel low, a thousand tries just might make something real And we justify all the lust-resistence by a terror within all the faith-fought distance Know the touching soul and believe you ain't got one 'cause it tears you apart to believe you're forgotten We forget these lies and how they make us feel low, a thousand tries just might make something real We're all becoming such a tear-lost reason for a willowy life such a wind-stripped season As friends knowing love and warmth souls always mean fair may we dreamily keep such warmth as few may compare We forget these lies and how they make us feel low, a thousand tries just might make something real We forget these lies and promises we seal a thousand tries just might make something real again
Time Travel Stand in light for today's life's bound for all the joy your heart never found. Be easy on your solemn way for love rests in your heart today. 'Tis sad to leave the past behind as memories you seek to find. But learn in this day of remembrance for joy shall come as tears leave hence. Rejoice today and live tomorrow for returning love will drown your sorrow.
Scented Memories It's awful crowded in here. The light hardly shines in this room you left for me and the songs you sing haunt the corridors of your mind Not much breaks through. The door is locked shut by memories you won't share and the space beneath is hardly room for a whisper Something that is hope. The key is locked away in desperate paintings and as your hand strokes I know not what to say Wanting what's not mine. The apology I wish to make by the jutting from your voice and the sudden distance is never mine to share
Tear-Flute the things you've never time to see are oft the things remembered most when light of day and stars of night come crashing down 'twixt thine twilight you'd never know the beauty of 't for the closeness of your heart yet rip that part from inside your soul and know touch once graced that hole
In the Halls of the Blind Here I sit where each grain settled every blackened bit Every bitter try not much but bones now yet still more than I'd left them It's like drowning in a well though it won't end it's like drowning here To know the truth and know what you've done my sin and heartless abandon They have torn away like the flesh I didn't deserve the hollow where it all use to be When I thought I wore a purple cloak when I thought this moonlit armour shined all I had were these rotting bones
