if i am lonely it is because i need to be in order to learn not to
if i am confused it is because there is a clarity seeking me as much as i seek it
if something doesnt seem right it was not meant for me
ive known where im headed
ive chosen to look away
again and again
required a reminder to
lock this bone in place
set the start for the mending
and willing scarification
so quick to dismiss
for another reality
anothers world
let the water pour like wine
cleanse the imperfections ive decided upon
in still and quiet
perfect peace
a chaotic reunion
with my own release
killed who i was
to be who i am
my own creation
could never understand
the moonlight awakens
freshly opened eyes
pierces the limbs and pours
a delicate liquid
from without within
penetrates the surface
while flowing over skin
shadows hold their secret
sounds threaten to pull me away
here i must linger on
for only a fraction of my days
whats one more minute
to eternity
why should it matter so much
to me
why not
why not
one minutes all i got
who am i to ask for more
no real need for keeping score
and i could go on
and i walk away
and i return
and i walk away
and theres an and as long as theres breath breathing out secrets i never shouldve kept experience the exhale the night air impaled with such a fragile friction sweet silent benediction cast a call for me i will return as your echo resonate through things ive yet to create
the wait
dont seem so long
theres always something
sometimes gone away
drifting ages from repeated histories
================================================================
detach
screams the membrane
as it pushes me back
a transparent trampoline
one persistant movie screen
portray the third rate
drink down the distaste
in any case
out of place
missing the link
sever
remove
culled with the confused
folding focus
to bend me in two
ways to look around my
memories and hope
this fast forward
march
is an appropriate start
in any direction
so sick of sitting
we will keep the spinning
and leave you with the rest
as ive learned to detest
my second guess
ill be going
wandering and roaming
if i am confused it is because there is a clarity seeking me as much as i seek it
if something doesnt seem right it was not meant for me
ive known where im headed
ive chosen to look away
again and again
required a reminder to
lock this bone in place
set the start for the mending
and willing scarification
so quick to dismiss
for another reality
anothers world
let the water pour like wine
cleanse the imperfections ive decided upon
in still and quiet
perfect peace
a chaotic reunion
with my own release
killed who i was
to be who i am
my own creation
could never understand
the moonlight awakens
freshly opened eyes
pierces the limbs and pours
a delicate liquid
from without within
penetrates the surface
while flowing over skin
shadows hold their secret
sounds threaten to pull me away
here i must linger on
for only a fraction of my days
whats one more minute
to eternity
why should it matter so much
to me
why not
why not
one minutes all i got
who am i to ask for more
no real need for keeping score
and i could go on
and i walk away
and i return
and i walk away
and theres an and as long as theres breath breathing out secrets i never shouldve kept experience the exhale the night air impaled with such a fragile friction sweet silent benediction cast a call for me i will return as your echo resonate through things ive yet to create
the wait
dont seem so long
theres always something
sometimes gone away
drifting ages from repeated histories
================================================================
detach
screams the membrane
as it pushes me back
a transparent trampoline
one persistant movie screen
portray the third rate
drink down the distaste
in any case
out of place
missing the link
sever
remove
culled with the confused
folding focus
to bend me in two
ways to look around my
memories and hope
this fast forward
march
is an appropriate start
in any direction
so sick of sitting
we will keep the spinning
and leave you with the rest
as ive learned to detest
my second guess
ill be going
wandering and roaming
You're on quite a roll yourself there, man. Good stuff. Nice choice of photo as well.
The desperate, searching, florid and humid, abstracted autobiography will never go out of fashion, I hope.
Bliss to you,
c.