Lie-f...
Night thoughts - 50 - Y knot... Lie-f... Among mystery, among the lost Lies a price paid beyond any cost Division only in thought, revision ever on the edge Many look to quickly what lies below the unthinkable ledge Surrounded by much, not many...
Peaceful friends...
Peaceful friends... (thinkin back to the good ol' days) (Happy to still be stuck in my ways) Distance brings me a call too familiar to not look back It hits me hard, needing a heavy breath to recover, I can't see why to cut myself any slack It's...
Ment-all
Ment-all... Among my day, my actions were those chosen with eyes closed Chosen out of opportunities never proposed I knew better, or so I thought as I lost my way Even in the dark, memories of wrong & right were hard to say The floor...
Deep-ending...
Deep-ending... Sifting through yesterday, I find a bill I have to pay One for tomorrow to not be such a surprise One I'd like to pay before my inevitable demise Such an amount that one may simply look the other way One of which, comes in handy on...
Humbled...
Humbled... Surrender to something you can't see Divide what can only live when it needs to hide, let worry be free Silence the cells that hold hurt motions already made Set the vivid fears aside in the sun & watch them fade Kneel to...
Storm-me ~ ~ ~
Looking beyond a vail I see a sea worth of reasons to sail Into the waves of emotions trying to maintain a balance in vein As the relationships rock to & fro, the motions become evermore out of control The title wave that tips is one of which...
Way't...
Way't... Slow to the music, fast to the times I admit a few memories of stepping over a dollar to pick up the dimes Money never a part, the places I saw worth while I keep close to heart, fondly daunting with a smile Luck more than...
B-4...
B-4... Try as I might, the slips & struggles keep me in continuous clockwork discovery Seeing what's been sighted, fought for, wronged, & righted throughout history So many sitting on a thought long forgotten, seen as not enough Too many with...
The Pointed Devil
I get the feeling that the pointed devil wasn't always so…pointed." \*\*\* “nochete!" the voice called while he burrowed himself into the wooden seat.
Place-meant...
Place-meant... Perfection just out of reach Reasoning to replay the past is what I seem to preach Significant signs of crumbling walls of reason still drive comfort to possibility The rest between each life test seems more like a...
End Point
Etiquette was never my strong point. the sun seeps through the window and is warm.. and the cries and shouts below lull me. so i close my eyes - spring is here again.. nice to be warm after winter..
Night thoughts - 1. - Because why not
Night thoughts - 1. - Because why not - Distance has always been mostly time to me, eluding my grasp in everything but my dreams each night I've always been able to hold close those memories I wanted the most, enjoying fictional moments with eyes...