Half Past Too Late

Not many things give me butterflies,
but You, You do.
tumbling…
my heart is in my throat.
impatient waiting
to explode.;
You drive me insane with the choices that you’ve made
You could have been my better half,
but what’s left?
Uncertainty, at best.

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The Faults Untold

For you, Sweetheart, I am choosing to live dangerously.
The heart speaks in rhythms,
beats of the Earth pulsating beneath the bare feet of those who whisper omens.
Take note – vibrations of the atmosphere lean which way the wind blows,
and the commonality of it all, is that we forget to listen.
An understatement of tales too wise to take seriously,
or are they just too repetitive that we think we have heard them all?
These catastrophes happen too often
To ignore, well, it’s a travesty, but is “the way” to understanding
the just behind the means.
A fresh start is needed, yet how to chose it’s beginning? Oh my, my mind is full…
of the mapped out schematics which we call the future.
(Is it predetermined or is the moment up for grabs?)
Can we move on before knowing how our soles/souls will reach the ground?
Breath deep, out surroundings are limited.
Today’s a new day, but gone tomorrow.

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I May Crave Attention, But You’re All About You

Woe is me – oh please!
If I could tie a noose around everyone who says that,
I would have a dozen ships anchored.

Feel bad for you? Doubt it.
Because the pity act is getting stale,
It’s pathetic.

Conversation? Hardly.
When you’re the star of your own played out catastrophe,
how do the supporting actors get to shine?

The bright side – do you know it?
The grass is always greener, but not at your house.
This life – it’s jumbled.
Hard to believe you feel that bad for yourself
when you seem to have it all together.

Trying? Not quite.
Why does it bother me so much, you ask? (or do you?)
I’ve faced my reality and the darkest shadows;
the ones that haunt (and still creep).
There go the demons you’ve gotten yourself involved with.
Be there for you? Gladly.
Because when one solider falls, there are more to help –
And when he falls into a wallowing pit…
Well, better bring a ladder.
[I’ll take the former]

Don’t act like you know me
without hearing my story
and I won’t judge you
For the absence of heart.

Woe is me – oh please!
Hard to believe you feel that bad for yourself
when you seem to have it all together.

Sympathy is what you beg for…
You should realize it’s empathy you want.

If you think this is about you then it is.

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Cheers to the times that meant something

He looked up and said, “you’re stupid.”
in a playful manner
Understandable by no one.

Choked up, hopes down
Pushing the food around
on my seemingly full plate
clean up alone, clean up my act.
Why can’t you?

“I love you.”
With a period. A statement.
I hear the words, but what are feelings?
What am I supposed to say,
When my mind is elsewhere
Fixated on something else…
focused on someone else.

A shot in the dark
Impossible target
Why is it a thought at all?
My faith is in the future
As far as it may be.

He looked up and said, “…”
Nothing.
He didn’t even look up.

Cheers to the times that mattered, that had an effect

Iwishwecouldgoback.

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Half of a Heart

Even if you could see it, you’d hardly believe it –
Tales too wise to tattle.
And all the ramble
gets lost in translation…
Actions speak louder than words,
but when the words have no meaning,
What do you mean?

All that’s true is not told
It’s your soul that has been sold.
When you think you know what’s reality,
confidentiality no longer exists.
The lines begin to blur
Unofficial unclear; unsure.

And the love, it doesn’t mean the same
as it used to be a calling romance.
Right or wrong – it’s only black & white.
When the grays are merely static you never hear.

Don’t listen to your demons,
Damn are they clever.
They are always around –
I can’t wait to get out of this town.

Is something missing? It must be (your) heart.

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It’s A Shame

If happiness is what you seek,
then trust among the wicked.
The part that always desires (wanting more) –
{be sure of yourself}
Because you only get one chance to be like everyone else…

Eyes are judgmental,
And all around you, you’ll hear :sighs:
[You will always be wrong, even when you’re right.]
Whatever you do, they’ll still assume;
It’s tough to keep your head up (“try”).

All in all, it’s dangerous.
Giving up your hands
as they are locked in shackles
[too tight to slip loose]
The sparkle in your step – gone within an instant
As you’re placed inside a box ready for inspection.

Too far gone, you thought this would be easy.
Praising the week just to please them.
(Mistakes are old habits, but I promise, they break).
And the spell that lines the surface –
it’s a mask you can fake.

Once upon a time…it happens to us all.
You have to fall a few times to remain strong.
Without rhyme or reason, you do it for your being
Wash and repeat
Blink. Blink. Once…Twice…
If I can provide any advice…be yourself.
[It’ll do wonders for your life]

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Repetition is an Action’s Reaction

Dazzled by reflection;
OH MY! That’s intuition.
To be a sinner is the least of your worries…
Drag on the conversation,
Your desire is starvation.
My stomach is in knots.
What’s the difference between needing and wanting?
By the power invested in universality,
Try not to pass by commonality.
The eeriness to the whole situation
is that it has happened before.
Although I do not blame you,
The choices you make are yours to chose.
And if that doesn’t ring a bell,
Then class dismissed – I’m going out to the school yard… 

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Dissociative

While a disguise is likely
the bearings are frightful;
Within a confused state of mind
I find consolation

Oh, how I wish it could be!
You are standing right in front of me…
Peel back my eye lids
in order to stay focused (on) –
what was once clear as salt water
has become hazy with forbidden smog.
(The toxins which surround the faith
that you call your own…)

And yes, I am resourceful.
To call myself anything but
would be disgraceful.
Yet, the fog rolls in at the same time each night –
from dusk until dawn
I will continue to dream.

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Consider It Done

My Mother once told me
The days will grow longer
And I will be stronger, too…
The pain, it will fade, and some day, I will say that
My dreams did come true…

All the wills in the world
Won’t save me from fear
And as I let it eat at a lie…
Life keeps on passing me by;

Oh, how blessed I must be,
To have everything surrounding me –
The gift of bliss,
Yet, here comes the quiver;
A cold breeze of worry…
Just remember –
Things will work out in their own way…
Everything is going to be okay…

Then, I am older
The fondness gets bolder
I may be forsaken,
But the moment is for the taking;
And as I let it eat at a lie…
Life keeps on passing me by.

A Full Plate

Torn up; Bent
Heart ripped in half…
The truth is that nothing gold will last.
And if you say “it’s ok”,
To me it’s not.
Because I always finish what I start.
You may think you’re helping
But it’s this is hurting too much…
This is – was – my dream
I have given my best shot.
I can’t make everyone happy
But most of all, me.
All I wanted was to please
Even that wasn’t easy.
The run around is not appreciated
Straight shooter
Please tell me the reason
How can you burn out the sun
(And let live?)
when I was there for the long run?
It was a privilege