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Midnight Cable went out Killed the T.V. Mosey on over to the computer Modem says the internet is up Start playing internet backgammon Get through one and a half games The internet goes down No T.V. No internet Time to play spider solitaire Bored again,the house is quite Walk over to turn on the stereo Amazing how 35 year old equipment can sound Start in on the solitaire again Music playing loud Nobody but me and my dogs No neighbors to call about the noise As loud as I can And it has to be loud Tormented torch song starts I am snapped back This song pegs it How,along time ago I thought I knew love How,along time ago I thought I was in love ...thought I was loved... As the song rattles around In my empty heart Empty soul As I let it roll around in my empty head My hands clinch together As if I was trying to hold something dear My eye's closed As I am wandered back As I wander around in forgotten memories How I wish they were...forgotten I open my eye's As a tear starts to form I see my eye Within the reflection of my glasses The color and lights changing As the screen saver from the monitor Changed ever 30 seconds I didn't know at that time I was so far back I didn't know until writing this That I was looking into myself How does it take A fraction of a second To break me down I've always been on thin ice My indifference has almost always Kept me from breaking through But when I do I drown I don't want to hear anymore Kill the stereo Quite again Only the wind That has been whipping around all day Still recovering from yesterdays work Had been awake for 29 hours Before I came home to fall asleep People wonder Why I never know what day it is Woke up Saturday at noon Went to work Sunday at 4:15 in the morning Came home Sunday evening at 5:30 And slept Until 4 A.M. Monday morning By 9 A.M. I was back to sleep Awoke at 1 in the afternoon Awake ever since It feels like Tuesday No,maybe Wednesday It feels like I've lost two days Then I play that song on ancient equipment Feels like 1980 How many things will any of us Take to our grave What time can we look upon Hidden deep down in ourselves To feel happy about Feel at peace,about To know somewhere along the line We,had someone feel the same About us I pity the one With no one there With them,at the end They either out lived them Or killed them off,inside O.K. I know I've twisted and turned this all around I never have had any form,or function That last song hit me hard I should have out grown this Should have allowed myself to let go Getting to old for childish notions Of how an endless,undying love should grow Not that lucky P.Q. 032211 #80 | |
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This one is long,it was made up of 18 different pieces.Starting in 03-01-05 to 04-05-06,the asterisk in between the pieces denotes them.
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Colder still These winter nights My friend the moon Nowhere in sight It's shining glow missing Missing the haunting of what's left in me Burn my bones Free my soul The memories etched deep I've got to have it It's pushing in my veins Let my ghosts finally take their leave * Muddy waters Drain from winters peaks Flowing into my muddled soul Drained down from ice castles Frozen ice holding my dreams I see it's cloak Thick and deep It's grip held on this winters day So tight No air to speak So cold Muddy waters From high up on the winters peaks Muddy waters running loose Ice pieces that float free Waters,old and cold * Crystal sky Not a cloud anywhere to be seen The light a warmth I wish I had Warmth to melt this ice I hold in me Some heat to shine My eye to see Give me something,to have To make my heart Melt this ice burg burying me No,it's not time Still feel snow rage against me My soul so frozen Wanting,waiting Any heat to burn through to me It's not cold Except the wind Frozen,cutting deep With dust cutting thin Frozen rock Iced into the ground No hope of thinking Of soaking any heat So tired of being cold * I can start to feel you now Your warmth coming in the prisms Prisms of my window Still cold,I know Still sporting my protective wares You this morning,blowing cold frozen dust Should have been snow You tease,bring a little shine Enough just to tempt Enough heat to brighten up this day And then freeze the soul at night That's all I need when it's ink out there My hardened soul The dark,and without you Then to think The dark and me...and you But you forgot of other spheres Others that revolve around you Because in your shadow On cold winter nights Your friend shines warmth to me * Winter stars No heat No light No nothing * No word's here Sad song of a soul ran dry Carrying to many torches for to long Finally start writing them out Out of my life Have taken all my past ghosts Taken them out for a ride Rode until their last gasp Them,exposed in a different light Still,one or two Hiding down deep Way underneath Beneath bottomless empty soul Possibly one night With a storm Or a full moon Cast the hook With the right bait Make them perform Make them dance just right Tried baiting with many things Tried coffee,smokes Tried lack of sleep Tried wandering late at night In winter,out on the streets Ghost's with their hold Never to let go Once in awhile When I'm not looking The ink pen will start to fly Before I know it I can't stop Dragging out all my ugly shit Skeletons,from my closet I thought Should have been buried Along time ago Old bones are scary Especially when they move toward you Long old bony fingers Reaching for what's left of my soul Good luck finding it I may have traded it Christmas Eve In a downtown Phoenix jail Maybe it was the night we rolled Seventy-five miles per hour You never know when flipping in the air Just where your shit will go * What Where Why am I No meaning to present A stray Wandering Wondering What am I to do Life cycles Turning circles No beginning No bearing Waiting to end Not for steps forward Steps that are left Always back to what was No life long struggle A commitment to register the end Rounding out a downward turn Where am I Same place as before Turning in more then out Knowledge eluded Spirit all spent Travel one road Trade for the next Feeding myself garbage Living down broken dreams Asleep or awake in indifference Why am i a stray Making my life the living Of a lost unbefriend dog Comfort with no attachments Roaming at will At large No responsibility for feeling Always on guard Scrape and scrap With no consequences to myself Active in the dark The best feelings To make of myself Unclaimed Unchained Hiding with the dark * Stray Half breed mix Lone till the end Hiding in shadows In the background of life Wouldn't know what it's like to be found Life's scars on the inside Some showing out Drifting with the wind Dust storms telling What life is about Hear the thunder The storms Before life's lightning strikes Wanting to take shelter And nothing around for hiding out * Waiting for the storm I don't care what kind Snow storm Rain storm Thunder storm Any kind of cloud To block out the sun To fit how I feel Inside Any water that will fall,on this earth To wash away the dirt Or help make anything grow The dirt to wash away on me On the inside * We're racing around Like there's no final end * Darkened night Inside For the soul to carry around In the day Walk around A passing ghost of life Hoping never to be found Drift with time With harsh moon Drift With passing days Waiting for some place To rest bleached bones Bones that rattle Everyday * Turned around To see myself Turn All I see,a ghost Living life as I always have Ghost's within,made me Made my own Drifting the sea The life,drifting Looking to the beach To be washed ashore To take root For something of me to grow free To grow with and shine the morning light Peaceful,with sleep from shining moon And flower and seed for coming years To feel that I've done something * Another night Fits and starts Fitful sleep that starts Never complete Tired,can't stay awake Bed I made to lie in Toss and turn from dreams Dreams I create From fragments of my life The dreams I remember Unable to remember to forget Dreams I try to keep at bay Dreams I carry,everyday Never knowing what they are How they came to be Why,at night They are always haunting me My eye burns Look,see my soul There is no difference It makes no difference They claim me when I'm awake or asleep The small portions that's left of my soul Haunts whenever it wants Haunts me I just don't know Don't care Why Why is it all I see The haunting past Right before me My mind's framed pictures My own haunting scenes The road,alone The mountains,alone The desert,always alone Alone,with the moon Haunting scenes shine on me My soul starts to roam Let my ghosts out to play Show me what there was That we share Time erodes to my bones * Turning summer pain Into winter's rain Fall gentle snow Frozen water of my soul Short summer Life long pain Wanting to turn inside out Try to learn What this pain is about But no It's winter Yet,once again The freezing in me Never to thaw out The ice I use to keep feeling in To keep feelings out * Almost there Idle time Closing Reaching the end * The end of another winter Snow that still falls Never seems to want to end As I look out for the coming summer As I look out for my ghosts Life long friends I hope to stab them In their eye's And burn them with summer's heat Because this I know will replay My ghosts The winter Frozen moon,again When will it end P.Q. 040506 #56 Edited 1 time(s). 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Up slow Pushing life's hill Reaching for the top To the wind Of years of winter Out in the element Hoping to hide from the sun What touches burns Both inside and out Until dust on the floor Up slower Almost to a halt Grinding down deep For anything to grab Wanting the wind Of years of winter Sweating to push through For the elusive goal Not knowing it's only halfway Both inside and out Until dust on the mental floor There Able to stop Deep in the cloud Needing the wind Of years of winter Not sure where to go So much to take in With nowhere to place it The farther you fly Both inside and out Until dust on the soul's floor Down fast Screaming life Sounding for the bottom Remembering the wind Of years of winter River flow Through rock and time Travel slow Down hill It's nature's life Both inside and out Until dust on the heart's floor Down faster Blinded by crimes past To short to see Forgetting the wind Of years of winter Tied to the old post Set rock in a creek Life's water running around Glimpsing back To remember where you've been Keeping track For some kind of hold Both inside and out Until dust on the mortal floor Done Wrapped up All nice and neat Out in a viewing piece The struggle gone Life's loose ends left hanging In years of winters wind Still not seeing Both inside and out Until dust in earth's floor Done P.Q. 022005 | |
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I enjoy reading your writings
This last piece is an uplifting sparker* Anew | |
anew posted: Thank you,I appreciate your input and your comments. I,also,enjoy reading your writings! I need to spend more time reading them,but it seems that if I'm not working...I'm sleeping so as to be rested to return back to work. | |