To be Continued at some point

What became of me,
dear friend,
is not as easy
a step to see.
For once I was
but wasn't still
the man i am
before you now.
Who am i
to be the judge
of who i am,
or once was.
That different,
strange time
and place, where
dragons fought,
destroyed my face;
the blood falling,
burning bright
dimming even
the brightest light.
Trapped I fell,
and longer still
darkness swelled,
and oh faint bells.
That melody sweet
upon the ear
i'll never forget,
and hold it dear:
waking sounds,
a flickering world
visions yet
of times unheard.

....

November

Rustle yet my weary heart
you act as if you'd forgot
the timeless moments,
curious dreams, ushering
forth out of your seems.

Ardent hopes still not dead
the leaves are rusting
burning red, change has
come and brought anew
this fortunate time for me to find.

In memory this month will rest,
and I must wonder if trials before
were simply a test, a preparation
an education, for now that we've met,
this short time shared, in this new light cast

I find no fear, I find no worry
and have discovered I was wrong
this whole time, understanding now
much I'd never known, how I'd grown,
the joy I've had to share this time with you.

An Occasion

Giving thanks
for what has come
to be yet also
for what fortune
has not brought.

Staring back
across the void
torn by time
across the mind
we often forget
what could have been.

Thanks for that
which saved me from
those other times
I've left behind.

Lesson Learned

A hole in the fence
of gnarled thorns
i found it by luck
an escape from scorn.

The water running,
removed from sight
of human diversions,
ridicule and slight.

As I lay my head
upon the bank
the cruelty slips,
sliding away.

A simple hole,
not far away
I'd found another world
and visit there
most every day.

Scraps

Missing pieces
of a forgotten life
we'll never know
exactly when
or what became
in the end but
what we have
are just these
scraps of memory
stolen time
lost amid these
broken lights.

Refined

Part of me died
on that day
so long ago
when you were
so far away.

The color drained
from your face,
a cold silence,
the hate as plain
as breaking day

Here I stand
in this perfect place
on my grave
laughing in the face
of your dismay.

That part of me
gone and dead
so long ago
lost but not forgotten
allowed today.

Words fail...

Dim lights crying out
their solemn lies spilling doubt
across the room, the falling gloom,
candles of truth flickering out.

No clue whats to come,
we stand and wait
the eyes of time
oblivious to this waiting crime

Sadness, anger, rage, and hurt
held in til lungs might burst
heart torn, but not a care
I may easily have been elsewhere

The world stops, simply adrift
the first note rings out, and that was it,
the eternal moment, never changing
no more worries, no more waiting

Too many buses

Yet we meet again
Strangers in this foreign place
For years I've seen your face
And you as well, from your countenance
I can tell. We share the same
Thoughts, the same feelings
Yet I'll never learn your name.

Just for Giggles

And as you fell
I thought I knew you well
Your face your skin
your office light

but alas I was wrong
as you slipped away
I noticed strange things
and wanted to say

though this is goodbye
maybe I was wrong
but probably not
I'm happy i pushed you

and watched you go splat.

A New Chapter

Turn the pages
Curl the spine
Burn the past
And just in time

No reason left
Just a corpse
Of what was once
A sweet rhyme

Scatter the ashes
Lance the wound
Leave behind
That state of mind

This requiem stands
As my parting words
To a place in time

Realization

We spent our whole lives fighting
crying and dying for the chance
for a clearing of thought
a gleam of truth, that lasts.

The noise became too loud
the feelings too strange
and we gleefully walked
off the beaten path

And in this new place
full of strangeness
we stood in ancient wonder
mute in desperation.

The woods of thought
had closed their walls
and we realized this time
there was not returning at all

Rage and anger sufficed
to drive away this endless night
The burning passions we entertained
misguided, frightening, plain.

Searching for the road back,
we know we'll find it
the voice of reason gloats
and we gladly mishear

For if we had simply stopped
to ponder our ailing
the maze stood at our backs
sullen and vanquished

Yet we'd carried it wish us
with but one last task
so put the fire down,
peace is truly what we'd found

Impossible

We all knew simply
that I could never be happy
and left it at that
as if it were a cold, stone fact

but here i am again today
my mouth shut, but not in dismay
in shock, in awe, completely baffled
but this time at the lack of misery

none of you who knew me
ever could find just what to say
cursing my sullen outlook
chiding me to turn away

yet here i am, eyes wide open
and this is not a dream
not some petty delusion
not another sick, cruel joke

in this day of fleeting reason
fear and chaos our new champion
i've found in myself, in this life, in others
some simple truth, some beautiful peace.

Stirring

A shame to waste the beauty
On so few who truly might
Be able one day, to simply enjoy,
experience, and delight in the night.

The velvet silence, broken rarely
As if the whole world slumbered
Merrily seeking, yet to find
This mystic place and time

Dark reflections shimmering in
the cold and solemn water
A ghost of light playing back and forth
As we sit and ponder

The moments drag on, eternities pass
But so little changes, a different past
We feel the hope, touch our dreams
And on turning, we find ourselves
In the sober, familiar past.

....i shouldn't be awake

The shining light
of an active mind
blights the days
of a tired soul

there is no rest
you've run out of time
no last chance
for peace to find

the shaking starts
you hold your breath
vision blurring
and strangely content

the sweet release
you've waited for
doesn't come
back to square one

Breaking Free

Why did I keep coming back?
For the pain I knew was there
It never went away
And I guess I was just too scared
To turn my back To find my feet
And too scared to see
The misery you caused me.

Now the pain is gone
And we can see again.
Now the silence of our fight
Is broken by a cool, calm light
And I can see again
For the first time in years
That life is sometimes worth all the tears.

Just another day...

Every morning we're greeted by
The crimson edges that ring the sky
A cool crisp breeze to bide the time
And a warm reverie of days gone by.

I wonder sometimes if others find
The time to sit and wait and think
And see that in their busy lives
This is a rare, sacred time.

In the solace and the peace
Judgment at least takes a pause
And we gape in wonder, and in awe
Before us at the brilliant dawn.

An Interesting Dilema

A few screws and bolts
Holding together a frame
And now confusion

Broken Exit

You never had to
But you figured that you should
Crying from laughter

Walk with me

Walking down a darkened road
We barely know but what we’re told
Thrown out into a street of dreams
Grand illusion and laughing screams

Glancing about, we hope to find
Some rhythm or some guide
Yet we wonder aimlessly, alone
Anonymous in the sea of swimming bodies
Lost in a crowded town.

I saw you looking around
I saw you waiting for the bus
You sat next to me
You asked for a light

And now I wonder just where you’ve gone
And if we’ll ever speak again
But I wish you the best
And hope you’ll walk with me again

Misery

old poem...

Misery

Softly screaming flesh entwines

A bitter soul, a heart and mind

Bones aching, crying out

Nerves broken, falling down

A carnal prison demands it’s due

Shattered reality, shaking terror

A person laughing, who’s no longer there

On their knees, they call to you

For a dollar, a dime, any nickel will do

“I did my best, I couldn’t cut it

A glass too sweet, a bottle too fine

My crime good sir, was that of time

I lost myself, in my own mind

Please good sir, pity me”

Vacant souls, their eyes dull and faded

Begging for sacrifice, a minor tithe

Holy sacrament, awaiting nurture

A hand a whore a pipe or a show

No family, whom to feed

Their sign a mockery of honest deed

Crumbled dreams, the good time’s gone

Lust for a singular moment, a perfect fix

The first time, ever fresh in their minds

Devotion to a slow destruction

A lifetime of moral crime

A moment’s gain for a lifetime’s loss

Slavery calmly bought

You had your chance and threw the dice

And at once you gave in, and learned the price

And now you ask, why should I pay?

Why did I play this game?

You had a taste, and in it found

Misery, so sweet, sacredly profound