Sigh
I exhale
As the memories wash over me
Her hair, her laugh, her smile

I wonder if it was all
A dream
A wish
Nothing more

She was there
In my arms
Embracing my very soul
Yet so far away it hurt

I felt so alienated
Yet never more accepted
Never again
No once more

Confusion
I feel her heart beat softly
As we dance around the room
Her soft lips shattering my dream

Pieces fall sharply
Upon moonlit shadows
Each carrying off my sanity
My resolve

She lingers there
Buried in my heart
Finding a place of her own
Searching

I wonder
I really do
I ponder on why
On how

I remember us laughing
To a sing-along blog
Genius
I say

I weep inside gently
For love lost
I feel his pain
Reaching out to me

I feel distanced
Away from the world
Yet so close
To this heart

This heart of ours beats soundly
To one dismal chord
The voice of one man crying
Allowed to bear no more

I wonder as I listen
As soft, sweet kisses break
My heart

My father once told me
Life goes on

Even if it hurts
Life goes on

I used to wonder how
Life goes on

Even when it seems lost
Life goes on

When the stars are falling
Life goes on

When he leaves
Life goes on

When she fades away
Life goes on

I don’t know why
Life goes on

As civilizations pass away
Life goes on

While people move along
Life goes on

When my heart breaks
Life goes on

When they fall
Life goes on

I wonder how
Life goes on

When such things occur
Life goes on

It does though
Life goes on

You can’t stop it when
Life goes on

Even when I die
Life goes on.

A city in the sky
As clouds pass by
Tears meet eyes
All in an ecstasy of love

Time stands still
Upon the hill
And reaches to the stars
All in a dance of days

Feet fall on fallen trees
As we rest upon our knees
Praying for the rain, to come
All in a moment’s glance

Lights shine softly in the rain
The rain in Spain upon the plain
The plain we came to see
All in good time.

Thoughts provoked

As fingers hit the keys

Thinking of

Her, him, them

Us

All of us

Falling through the cracks

The fractures in time

Space

Life

All caught in the endless spiral

Music pounding our ears

As waves crash into the sky

Sapphire sunset and autumn dawn

Leading our upward glance

Fool us

Captivated by hope we fail

We see the sun rise

Believe we will follow

Yet never do

The ascent of eternal light

Paths barred meticulously

Not by thorns or fire

Blocked by us

Us?

Yes

We are the guardians

Falling to our end

Helpless to save the descendants

These are our woes

Thoughts and ponderings

Provoked

By keystroke.

I hear
The sounds of nature all around me

I hear
The wind pass softly by the sky

I hear
The stars whisper sweet nothings

I hear
The moon answer shyly

I hear
The leaves blown gently

I hear
Your footsteps falling in the light

I hear
The storm pick up

I hear
The clouds singing

I hear
The rain calling me in

Inside the broken home

I hear
The solemn darkness

I hear
The time pass slowly by

I hear
The footsteps grow quieter

Until they are
No more.

I feel your voice
Climbing over my face

I feel your hands
Reaching into my hair

I feel your lips
As they caress my cheeks

I feel your arms
Embracing my soul

I feel your fingers
Walk my back

I feel your feet
So close to mine

I feel your head
Resting on my shoulder

I feel your love
As it touches my heart

I feel your heart
As it touches my love.

He stands there
Full to the brim with sins
Overflowing with filth
Regurgitating ancient lies

Flies play around his head
As roaches scurry softly
Legs scratching his bulging exterior
Dull gray

Unfeeling he stands there
A censor in a godless world
Translucent robes
Adorning wilted shoulders

A blank stare
Scanning the bleak horizon
Void of promise
Dead to man

Lost in time he waits
Burdened with silence.

I’m wandering on this plane of existence
Wondering where the lines will meet
Dancing in the shadowed corner
Waiting for noon day’s end

I waltz past the endless rain
Under a silky cloud
I weep
I weep as the skies wax dry

I trip on a broken heart
In pieces strewn across the lawn
Hastily cast
Left to crumble

The day falls short
Casting shadows on the still silhouettes
Dark looks a bitter tear
A scar upon the empty land

Lost
Wandering
Pondering upon the loss
Is it?

I wonder if it was worth it
Was it worth my time?
The seconds that passed
The hours spent in recollection

I can’t believe it’s done
Over, finished
Drawn to a close
In permanent mark

Sketched across the vast faces
The wall polluted with scrawl
The ancient hands stilled
Thoughts frozen in place

Place drifting apart
Losing that which is sacred
Aflame in the mind
Burning bright in noonday sun

As memories fade I wonder
Gazing upon the sky
I wander endless nights
Waiting to wake the restless dreams

Dozing away
Drifting in the sailboat of the mind
Upon desolate shores
Deserted deeds

A close
An ending
Drawing to a close
The wandering wondering

Of a restless soul.

The sunset upon ocean waves
So cliche
Words pour out like bile
Enamel rotting sentences

Such is the work
Such is the writing
A novice
A fake

One who writes without soul
Who’s heart is without
Writing but words
Sloppily dragged across the scroll

Anxiously destitute in spirit
Like worms crawling out
Hollow as a political promise
Shifty as that

No foundation
Destined to fall
To collapse in life
Or without

Death
The end of all
Always dark
So familiar

Why?
Why can’t the clouds be purple
And seas a sickly yellow?
Hmm?

I ask thee
Can’t the meadows be ominous
Storm clouds pleasant rain?
Can they?

Why must the leader’s hand direct?
Or the conductor’s stop
The flow of music
The music never stops

No never

Likewise our souls linger
Caught up in worldly paths
Struggle to free themselves
From clutches unknown

So why should our hands stop?
Create, live, laugh, cry…
Allow the emotions to flow
Not the thoughts

Thoughts cloud a worried heart
But tears an eye will clear
Thus a full heart trumps
An empty mind.

  The night is young in time
    Too dark to see
    The day will come with rhyme

    Tomorrow’s lasting chime
    Ringing in our mind
    The night is young in time

    Covered in ancient grime
    You may find
    The day will come with rhyme

    Empty box of a mime
    It doth bind
    The night is young in time

    No matter the climb
    Or bones that grind
    The day will come with rhyme

    Remember this in time
    Keep it in your mind
    The night is young in time
    The day will come with rhyme.