Sunday, February 28, 2010
Words sometimes used too soon
we waited for
I Love you.
Waking up with you next to me was
I can't describe it.
Your eyes were closed and you were at peace.
Nothing could tear me away.
We made it through the night
hiding something so innocent and pure.
I know what I felt when
we became One.
A tear dropped once
A torment never before experienced
while Conflicting Feelings were soon
Foreheads were kissed for reassurance
This is Right.
Hands held my head like pillows
Invisible eyes frightened us
You Triple checked the lock
and covered my mouth
Questions arose from my subconscious after slight laughter
I became intoxicated by your breath
I was mesmerized
Understanding of this
is far from reach.
Now we lay exhausted
I curl around
placing my head
on your chest.
I Love You.
Through a small passage of that we spent together
Down on my knees,
I crawl toward the dark,
I turn my back on the light,
And slowly it fades out of my side,
The endless dark beckons to me,
Waiting with open arms,
Now i slowly climb onto my feet,
After an eternity of kneeling to the light,
I wish the feel the dark's embrace,
I turn my head to see what i was,
Everything i've ever known,
And i turn back to the darkness.
The lights fading,
My body almost consumed,
But the light whispers before it dies,
'Its never to late to return...."
I turn back,
My eyes hard and cold,
And i whisper,
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
As I lay here in my hospital bed, listening to the steady beep of the machine that tells those around me that my heart is still beating; I contemplate the approaching end of my life.
I wouldn't be so arrogant as to claim that I have been a perfect person, I have committed my share of sins. But, I would say that it has been a good life.
I married a beautiful person, had wonderful children, and even got to see my grandchildren grow. I glance over at these loved ones, who are all sound asleep in the chairs of this hospital room. The warmth emanating from them brings me so much comfort. Yes, it has definitely been a good life.
I think those beeps are getting slower. It's like listening to a grandfather clock's final ticks, before it stops forever. Death will soon be here to take me in his cold embrace.
Someone has entered the room. I look over to see not a doctor, or a nurse, but a dark cloaked figure holding a scythe.
"It is time."
He walks toward me…
He is beside the bed; I can feel him gaze at me from under his hood. He raises his scythe; the site of it brings me both fear, and relief.
He brings the scythe down, I close my eyes.
I am ready.
I`m sorry I was the problem. Sorry you couldnt be the solution.
I`m sorry I wasnt good enough. This is the best I can be, even without all this commotion.
I`m sorry my life isnt simple. That the best I can do is fake the same old smile.
I`m sorry I told you I loved you. I guess you didnt want my love, even for a little while.
I`m sorry things turned out the way they did. Sorry you had to lie about forever.
I`m sorry about the things I have said. For the words that I still hide.
I`m sorry for the anger I hold inside. That this was just one big emotional rollercoaster ride.
I`m sorry I cared so much about you. I guess I was stupid to ever think you felt the same.
I`m sorry I am so blind. That this was all a never ending game.
I`m sorry you thought I judged you. For all the forgotten acceptance I use to hold for you.
I`m sorry I dreamed up a world you couldnt handle. That I just wanted you to be happy too.
I`m sorry I am more then you bargained for. Sorry I ever thought you could just accept me.
I`m sorry most of all at the fact that I wrote this just for you. That again I fooled myself into believing you cared.
A Damaged Heart, One Last Burning Tear, And A Boy Wont Cant Ever Forgive.
Heaven is a hard concept for many to grasp. There are those who would think of heaven as a truly dull, boring place.
Who wants to live in the clouds, where all there is is singing and worship? Well, I can only assume heaven is nothing like our strange delusions- the classical idea of walking in an endless mass of clouds and blue.
And how could heaven possibly be ‘paradise’ if it is the same for everyone? If it is an eternity of clouds? Who would want that? I should think noone. I can only assume that heaven- being an eternal paradise- will be different for every person- that’s not to say we will all be separated- more likely everyone perceives it differently. Heaven will most likely reflect one’s soul and their interests.
Let me paint you a picture. Heaven- for me- would be a place of eternal night- not darkness- but a perfect midnight. Cool, crisp air- not too cold, and not too hot- just cool, mild. The sky would be an expanse of purples and blues- so clear that all the stars would be visible- a multitude of silver rivers running against the velvet sky- and a full moon to light the ground below. And rainbows? Who would need them when there are snakes of color slithering through the sky like the northern lights?
The soil at my bare feet would be soft- no weeds or thorns to pierce my flesh. The grass would be a rich green, accented by the darkness. There would be luminescent flowers of cool colors- and a clear blue lake surrounded by beautiful rock formations and weeping willows and cherry trees- always in bloom. And who could forget the music of the night? There would be the mild chirping of crickets- the occasional hoot of an owl- wolves singing their mournful melody. Yes, I can see there being animals in heaven- there were in the Garden of Eden, and that was practically heaven on earth.
What else? Ah, yes, there would be the solitude of it all- the ability to be on my own when need be- but ever present would be the ability to reach out to the many other souls- my family, those who I know not now, but will know and love then. And most importantly of all? God. God’s omnipresence- his protection and love constantly surrounding me- keeping me safe and comfortable.
Is that not a prettier picture than clouds? I would certainly think so. Heaven is not overrated- it is misinterpreted- underrated. It is there for those who would reach out for it- for those who seek it.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
and I will take it all away,
I will give you joy for ashes,
a heart of beautiful array
So Sorrow looked upon him
her heart filled with death
Can Love possibly heal me?
she murmured in a whispering breath
Pain had always been her friend
Darkness is what she knows
Alone, who could ever want her
Her friend, Lonely, had told her so
But Love was so inviting
His warmth pulling her fro
I will love you as you are
To you my heart I want to show
So Sorrow stretched out to him
Hand-in-hand with Love
Take me from this place, she said
Beyond the clouds above
So Love finally embraced her
His beloved, that was she
Your name is no longer Sorrow, he said
It's Loved. You're loved by me
You are one of the princesses of time,
A longing spirit that waits for the world,
and no one knows when you were created,
or where you came from before.
All I know is that I have seen you many times, and you showed up one day at this battered door.
You used to comfort me, when the dark crept up, and the world was caught between the battle lines of heaven.
You have been there through cloudless days, and storm filled heart aches, clashing through murderous nights,
But you disappear on me when I turn on the lights, where do you go when you are not in my mind? What would I do without you?
without you around?
Smiling my happiness when I have none, pouring out orange frowns, What will I do if I finally meet you windowless soul? What was I like before I saw the twilight rose in your eyes?
Did I leave my innocence with you? or was it taken from me days before? Because now I don't know what else to do but stand here.
So I stand here helpless and alone,
lost in a triptych,
Lost because I never knew you and I don't know me.