Both right and wrong,
Lies hidden truths lost from
Time. Where does the facts of life go?
Between,
Fiction
And truth. Facts fade
From the memory of
All. Gossip runs rampant amongst
People.
Love once
Held dreams and hope,
But now only allow
Moments of pain to explode forth
Vision.
Time waits
For no man to
Find himself. Where will one
Go to explore the inner works
Of him?
Today,
Not tomorrow,
Is the day we must choose
To begin to live anew, life
Begins.
Sorrow,
Memory of
Yesterday. Tomorrow
The future holds hope of much more.
Freedom.
Where does
One find the stregnth
To overcome burden
And setback? Independence lies
Within.
Escape
Within words that
Hide the self from all who
May bring forth pain and judgement to
Your world.
The lies
Are thick upon
The eyes of those who dare
Not disobey society.
Righteous,
Follow
The ones who start
From the beginning of
Time and set forth rules the keep them
Control.
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Emotions rise up within,
Though I cannot speak them,
Nor describe how I feel.
Numbness defends any
Communication that may
Bring forth peace.
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She held my heart, then through it away.
Done into the gutter it went, drowned by rain.
Another found it, breathed life upon it, hope -
And then quickly retreated into the safety
Of silence. Deafening despair followed,
And the original spat upon the heart...
Laughter filled the air,
And I felt nothing
But dread and despair.
Laughter filled the air...
_____________________
Who am I to speak of truth? I run, I hide, and ignore the proof.
It's there, right before my eyes. She laughs, she yells, she cries...
Truth is, I honestly don't know. I never had any control....
It washed away, and all that's left is a memory of what once was,
And I hold on to a dream that I wandered upon.
___________________
Quick words striked upon keys, creative process indeed.
Let the words flow that may lead, to something that may be
Breaking, and new... and perhaps lead to some clue
Of where I shall go from here. There's been nothing but fear,
Leading me every day. What do I want? I cannot say.
Leading me every day. What do I want? I cannot say.
My poetry I cannot feel, my writtings, to her, do not appeal.
I don't write for me, but to catch her eyes. Does she watch?
Does she read? I don't think, I can't speak, and she doesn't know why.
Weak, afraid... she has control and I can't take it away.
Every day is a struggle, and I just want to be me, to be free...
I think that's where this is headed, down a dead end street.
Plain, non-poetic, just straight up raw feelings... She said we're through,
And perhaps that is true. Will I wake up, drink some coffee
And smell the bull - this is the end? A wife, a son, and a man -
A triangle, a circle, three not one, nor two... but we are through.
She said so, and I am proof... I don't try, I don't speak... I just hide
What I feel inside. She doesn't know why, or maybe she does...
A muse floated by, touched my soul, brought back my sight...
And then the muse went away but left me life... passion inside.
None that I can share with her... she can't feel me anymore, and
Maybe she never could. Just judgement, harsh and sore,
Of the horror that men are.. unfaithful to the core.
Unfaithful to the Lord, unfaithful to their wives...
I can say I was never unfaithful, but heart strives
To show the truth. I'm cold, indifferent, removed...
I can't feel no matter how hard I try, and no matter
What, I cannot cry. Numb to the bone, numb as stone.
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Trickle down, into a gutter,
Runoff of life. I have disolved
Into the flow of the world,
And become filled with filth
In the sewers beneath the city.
___________
Little boy, please do not speak.
I can't hear myself think.
Little boy, please do not cry,
I can't feel myself breathe.
Father runs, and hides from
The one he is to raise.
Absent, unavailable, broken,
Father runs and hides
From the one he is to raise.
Where do we learn to be men?
From those who are ghost,
From those who are dead,
From those who are gone
And involved in selfish pursuits.
Father, where are you? I am
One too. Guidance I need, but
You do not speak, nor do you hear
The cries that were sent. Where
Are you? Was your money well spent?
Little boy, please do not speak
I can't hear myself think.
Please, for the life of me do not cry,
I can't inhale, I can't breathe...
No voice I have, no stregnth to lead.
I can't hear, I can't speak, I can't breathe...
I will not cry, nor I will I hide...
For the little boy is also me.
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