Being drawn out
Of myself at such length
In being called out
I’m drawing in the strength
To bring it about
And fill in the blanks
Is to quiet doubt
And instead give thanks
It true takes such clout
To fight for the feel
And see through the drought
A flood will reveal
So with this throughout
A journey I may fear
I’ll find voice to shout
Out loud that I’m here
Losing my mind
was the best decision
I ever mis-made.
Misjudged a mistake
and found grace
under-staged.
From the wings
I now wait
for new parts to
be played.
While the Fate
painted on my face
turns the page.
Perhaps it takes the darkness,
the cold and bitter mess,
to teach you all that matters is
what moves you to progress.
And if there should be one in view
that doesn’t light you through,
you should know that such a one
is far too small for you.
That like ancient sands
were sprinkled in mine eye
I’d see the story clearer
and truth to justify
And like those tales of wanting
were cast in sallow stone
I’d read the keep and further weep
for sad tales of my own
The world as I knew it
is now no more
the banner will ever not wave.
As long down this long
and lonesome road I go
by and by, day by day.
A siege of the seas
parts to reveal the sun
blazing its way to the dawn.
Give no pause to wretched
or wicked give rest
as no more can I do but trudge on.
What is the reason for distress?
The lesson I guess
is not very much less
than when my thoughts digress
into a mess.
So focus I must
for focus is just
a means of suppressing
the urge to discuss.
Well I should have guessed
such an arduous test
would make every expression
feel restlessly repressed.
So though I respect
that such method is best
I feel only further lost
as I fail to progress.
The harsh hardens quickly
The weakness turns sickly
Pale poured on thickly
to disgust and disguise.
The pressure increases
As passion decreases
A clenched fist releases
with reluctant goodbyes.
Now sailing on slowly
Lulls rocking the lonely
The wide open only
the haunt of Your eyes.
There is one truth that persists
as time ticks and
rain slicks and
the mind clicks
As people around me feel sound
as safe as long as hopes abound
I sit in anguish angry still
as quiet eyes challenge the chill
and silence takes in all its fill
As I live on and as I exist
as always ever I am this
I AM the cold that haunts the air
I AM the emptiness of a stare
I AM the dream without a prayer
Yes, the one truth is this
while I am here, no one will care
when I look for it, there’s no one there
Is this like the pain that
Falls
Like dew drops on an empty plain
And bathes each blade
With
Damper still disdain?
I would wither in plain
Sight
If I could but have the courage
But I only have
Each
Petal that falls from You.
Darling please
when you take away all the eye sees
leaving only that which haunts my dreams
of stormy seas
that stir the breeze
which might have passed with greater ease
to me it seems
it’s only
‘Please babys’
to say you would only make believes
and leave me hanging with maybes
or a light tease
and ‘Wish it could bes’
oh please
believe me this isn’t easy
to stay here with my heart queasy
you freeze me
I seize
I cease to be
so please oh please
stay with me
or leave me my weak knees
let me be free
if you can’t be these
loving qualities
can you be
oh tell me
Darling please
Poetelling 