I remember thinking why me, now it's no wonder. I remember looking up at the sky, with too much black and white, and blue and grey. I remember speaking up and being put down, with all the knowledge of the first amendment. I remember the taste of colorful cereal before and after. I remember I recall the late December and death of fall.
I am listening to hear where you are. Is it that i am preoccupied for the search of your truth?
Most of me has forgotten the search. I felt it drive me into action, now the drive is meeting resistance. Too much friction, too much attempt.
As it lays in front of me i remain focused on the cloud. Golden silver sleeves left beneath christmas trees.
Distraction from the truth, not yet false, but always bruised.
Not yet broken,but never true.
Where blood may swell at the surface, never under the heartbeat. The love of the present (presence) finds holes in the skin (usually pretend, until then)
Music and medicine you needed for comfort. All a good myth from the inside of inner, the coldest of winter.
Will she remember me? Will i recall who she was? Absolute harmony repelled by the diverse numerous. Puzzle pieces with a consciousness similar to mine. and i am just a puzzle piece in their return.
I know that i cant see how much i minimize my love. And oh, how great a loss of sight it is. Personalized summary of self doubt and disregard. Proven by the slow turn of the fifty six ton time wheel (declared).
all my ever worries, only parliament. all the falling bricks, another test of his. all the clouded sense, a gift, surprise of silence. all the broken arrows never flew with such direction as her. Orionna, her persistence approaches more than i can bare. Keeping such a focus i entail to be a myth.
returning to the moon, returning to the moon. drift apart, drift ashore, drift about the morning hours. drift through space and drift some more.
dust, in time, becomes a sun. sun, in time, pulls me to one. one, in time, becomes another. another time, another lover.
among the twisted seas, a single drop, lost as i?
Not unlike anything else, unaware of natural dialysis.
upon the well trained city, the monotoned brick, an implement for environmental secrecy?
Without the taste of concrete, autumn will smile as the sun waves farewell.
glued to a totem pole, so many faces tall. one arm extended to the stars while eyes are feasting on the ground. disguised in radiant greens to match the suns reflection of the canopy beams. sit for a while, think of the worries that she has left behind. they're quiet, too quiet, its a trap, look out! look inside yourself!
glued to the mountain peak, grandfather of the lake. he traveled miles from the coast to touch the frost filled air. her cheeks were warm as the frozen swarm covered my insect parts. stand up and run, think of the worries that put you under the gun. they'll call, they'll scream, too loud is more than it seems. It can always be worse, it can always get better.
When I'm unhappy I become more materialistic. Judgmental, the scales are weighted and the balancing commences.
The tables are on, I try to keep the seesaw on my side.
The air will not burn, if we do not turn up the ground.
There's honest a right, to start a legacy raising a tide.
There's so many now, the tides are floating us upside down.
Ago in a past life, when I was a tree, I hope I made good shade, i hope i helped breathe.
Today in my spaceship, i want to meet me, the way that i once was, a house for the leaves.
From such a high happiness, here i am alone again. Was i ever together or was it mockery of the myth we call love. I can see my mistakes, they remain the same. I am oblivious to the impact of my own, and all too aware of my other. With a belief that i know what they mean more than they may say to me. She doesn't want to be forthright in telling me how she feels, therefore i am sent on a wild goose chase until i stand at the fires of Mordor with one conclusion to rule them all. I suppose winter love melts in the spring, even though i haven't seen the snow embrace the ground. so suddenly am i lost that my body will grow ill. Oh gods the shame is heavy help me to see my proper memories. why feel so abandoned? because its late, because she's not here, because others come first, because objects come first, because drugs, because dreams, because sweet is bitter and spicy is sour, because too much is never enough, because words, because shame in myself is proven by my own actions, because laughter has been swept from the hardwood floors of my soul and i need time to let the dust recollect.