Tag: lettinggo

Wings of love

Standing again at the edge,
Peering into an abyss that echoes
Hundreds of lifetimes
Of songs and faith and fear…
And now that my toes curl upon the
Rough edge of a destiny that must
Include a leap of faith
I falter not
For all that’s been, remains true
And all that is yet to come,
Is mine, save my heart remain,
And my nerves still,
And these wings I’ve built upon the
Sweat of my pain
Open in a steady beat of unconditional
Love

The other side

Whirlwind of pain and anxiety
Storm through this heart of mine
Dread and fatigue banish
Happiness as anger
Replaces the dawn with more
Red darkness
Alone and left without a shoulder
To lean my weary head upon
I sigh at the very thought of moving
In any direction
Save into more pain and despair
There’s nothing left to hold onto
As illusions of fate wash away
All that remains are shattered ruins
Of hopes and dreams and plans
While I await whatever decidedly
Waits for me now on the other side
Of all things

Darkness

My heart is drowning in black
Ooze, unable to breathe
It languishes and struggles
For air, oh life! You cruel cruel
Master, devouring my light
Releasing hope to the darkness
That now envelopes my spirit
And drowns the very essence
Of me
What can a heart do when it’s taken
From soul and left alone to
Search out safe passages;
Longing only to return back to the
Fire of home..
Lost to the darkness, muffled cries
Remain unheard as this heart
Beats without resolve
And I sink into the darkness
That’s taken hold

Forgiveness

Time ushers in the inevitability
Of change;
Ticking slowly, now fast..
Matched only by this beating heart-
Afraid of what’s to remain
When all transitioning pieces
Fall into place,
It’s so cold on this ledge
Of indecision, frozen feet locked
By the fates that linger above me
I wait for a sign to jump into
This awful abyss to find the answers
Plaguing my mind, to learn of what’s
To become of this pathetically
Frail life of mine
Wind blows cold upon my cheek
And my soul cries for forgiveness.

Slow wounds

Whispers of cold follow me
Sharp words spoken on swift breeze
Linking remembrances
Old wounds bitterly opened
As frost digests the ooze
Cracked and stiff and solidly
Locked in place
Until all that’s left of a beating heart
Is slow moans of love once flourished
Within sun’s warm embrace

races

i am floating within a dream;
boxes of memories,
compartmentalized and ordered….
i soar above and recall
all the feelings packed
into those little square spaces-
in, but not of, my soul remains
inexplicably connected to each
sorted row, where space and time
meet, where the interface explodes;
i am but a traveler, meandering
down and upon these dusty roads.
i am a fly that scurries in the autumnal winds
waiting for inevitability; fleeting such,
is the way of life-
this dream and i, creating boxes of time;
and i am not afraid of what’s to come-
for within these folds of order,
any race to be had, has already been won

Ghost

don’t fall in love with a ghost;
she’ll haunt your halls,
moaning down your corridors,
calling your name on the wind-
and when you try to grasp her
and hold her in your arms
she’ll fall like dust at your feet-
and all you’ve ever desired
will float upon the miserable
breeze; an unfulfilled longing,
never to be quenched, an echo,
never quite caught up to-
until one day you look around
and understand you’ve been chasing
your entire life an illusion,
hoping to hold it and kiss and love it-
don’t let yourself fall for a ghost
she’ll only bring you nothing-
and nothing cannot sustain your heart