Monthly Archives: October 2015

I’m Tired

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I’m tired.
Without carrying a weight,
I’m tired.
Breath comes easy,
But do you see
How I’ve become so tired?
My heart beats slowly,
It’s my weary mind come lowly,
That has made me feel so tired.
My thoughts all but expired,
This enervation that I’ve sired.
My momentum has decayed,
I’ve beared this burden for days,
And this has made me tired.
For renewal I seek sleep.
That repose I will keep,
Until I awake to find,
That I’m still very tired.

Rylie Died

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I had a dream that Rylie died,
I did not cry,
Inside I died.
Her close friend she trusted her life,
He took that life.
There was a knife.
I had a dream that Rylie died.

On the night that Rylie died,
He sold her life,
For such a price.
She and he, the devil and I,
I did prevail, I did not try.
Eye for an eye,
I was left blind.
On the night that Rylie died.

Good Day

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Woken up slowly
Harbinger for day to come.
Smiling at the dawn.

Inevitable

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Such sorrow that dwells here unknown,
Terrors in her mind that grow.
Void calls out to void,
Speaking to her with such ploy.
Asking where, asking why,
In vain she asks, in vain she tries.
An unanswering void does claim,
Thoughts and dreams, all the same.
Ephemeral respite from terror being,
Her dark sorrow and fearful dreaming.
Sitting on a cloud that billows out becoming fog,
She waits for the approaching doom.
Sits and waits. But not for long.

A Path In The Dark

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Looking into anothers eyes
What is there for me to spy?
A window to the soul unclear,
Stained glass and clouded tears.
What then lies beneath? Who knows?
Something from the darkness shows,
And I’m a light at the end of a path.
Clearing the way for something that can’t?
Two steps forward and one step back.
What matters is the one that lasts.

So Close An Answer

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The lights are slowly lowered,
And now approaches night.
Our days on earth are numbered,
Before our final flight.
We surrender to the dreaming,
The place ones mind finds rest,
And so many of us take to scheming,
Foggy judgment saying we know best.
In times like these I’m tempted to wonder,
But I don’t have to wonder because I know.
Believing the answer is so much farther,
But reaching out is all we must do.

Darkness Inside

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There is darkness in  me
But also there is light.
And the demons in my mind;
The corners from which they stare.
These shadows that clearly see,
In this empty homesick night.
Here the fear, its own kind,
Convinces me they aren’t there.
A shining brightness then escapes,
A hope beyond contagious misery.
“There can be no light without the dark.”, a lie.
One I find the strength to refuse.
This is when the earth shakes,
When one clears his eyes to see.
A time when heaven seldom sighs,
A bit of faith found, I’m able to reuse.