Clamour

Not arguing today

Words get in the way

Sorry falls on deaf ears

And the world is waiting

For the clamour of the voices

To fall away 

When words get in the way

Time will not obey

When it falls away

The world stopped turning

So it gave up trying

We need to figure it out

How to stay

Before we fall away

Don't want to go away

So how do I stay

Hiding here all my days

Enclosed in your arms until night

With you eternally

Before you fall away

How do I stay

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Leaving

I've fought this,
Fought you
For so long

I'm not sure how to live
With out fighting
Will my heart feel
As hollow as my insides?

What will be my purpose?
Will I be any use to you?
Will my eyes turn as black
As my now barren soul?

As endless days turned into
Empty nights I tried to pretend
That promises and prophesies
Were only words

Words that could not maim
That would not damage my fragile heart
As time passed each word was like a knife.
Cold and sharp. Brutal.

As the inevitable draws closer, I see.
My path has been altered
I must walk this path of blades

Leaving behind the comfort.
Leaving behind the light.
Leaving behind you.

Unique

Beauty is truth
So don't lie about it
Music is joyful
So don't make it mourn
Our bodies are holy
So don't defame them
Thoughts are precious
So don't scare them away
Words belong to everyone
So don't try to claim them
Take only what belongs to you
Allow others their own uniqueness

Roses

Smell of roses drift through the air
I remember the ones you sent before
There won't be any this year
As sad music plays in my ear
It's hard to know that you've gone
That were miles apart tonight
Sitting alone in my car
Feeling lonely, distant, ajar
The words were too hard to say
We needed to work on us
Commitment was asking too much
In step but out of touch

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Crystalline conversations with the stars
As winds chill my bones
Talking to the forgotten
Talking to myself
Only you would know or care
Who shares these whispered words
Secrets told to ghosts
Memory held in bond
A fire banked and ready
Feed the flame

Love Remains

Ties that bind
Can not be unwound
Blood we share
Shall not be impaired
Words we say
Are not in our head
Places we go
Show love we spent
Things we do
Or places we hid
Love remains

No Words

Standing alone in the crowd
Afraid to enter the fray
Bottled up feelings escaping
Pretending it's all just play
Words no longer express it
Turmoil, terror and strife
Brought on by detrimental decisions
Look what's become of your life
A tragedy born of a comedy
Heroes need more than just hope
When circumstances warrant it
Right at the end of your rope
Time to pull up your bootstraps
Hard at the end of the haul
But everyone's depending on you now
As the prophet who's leading us all

Singular Lonesome Song

Not sure if I've said the words,
Or said them quite often enough.
But the feelings are there, counted.
Even when I seem angry or gruff.

Sometimes life is too weary.
This burden unwieldy, and vast.
Pain that's echoing onward,
Keeping injury after it's past.

I shouldn't be adding to your lot.
To do so's incredibly wrong.
It's simply that I can not bear it,
The singular, lonesome song.

So if you can, come quickly.
If not, whenever is best.
But when you do we'll leave here,
Take a break and then take a rest.

Hourglass

Tired of playing ifs or ands
Watching the glass run out of sand
Time is foremost on my mind
Pages turn and years unwind
Tomorrow is gone, no more is the light
Anguish unbarring, the struggle, the fight
Decisions will come, time will seem brief
Taken away by the words of a thief

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Three Days

Three Days

Shaking hands

Shaking legs

Shaking hearts

Three days can change your world

Breaking minds

Breaking hearts

Breaking worlds

Three words can mean everything

Taking hearts

Taking lives

Taking time

Just. Three. Little. Days.

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Bound

Hands fast bound

Binding two hearts

Circles unending

Entwined evermore

Words exchanged

Merely placeholders

Carved on hearts

Promises made

The spell is disbursed

But never forgotten

All present are witness

To a singular miracle

Two joined as one

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Deadline

Deadline

Call me on the first of May

That celebrated day

When flowers bloom and birds sing

And lovers lead the way

I’ll be ready for you at that time

When all the right words seem to rhyme

So come to me on Beltane Day

As the world resounds with chimes

But if you come on Easter Eve

I won’t ask for you to leave

I won’t be ready for you at that time

But I still could bear for you to leave

If you don’t come for me by fall

I’ll assume you won’t come for me at all

And that would be the biggest blow of all

If you were never to come at all

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No Words

Someday never comes

Tomorrow waits for none

If you can hear me, answer

Cause my darkness screams in the night

My throat is raw, I’ve screamed so much

My tears burn fire down my cheeks

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever ended

My terror frightens me

I have no words

Anguish is a lesson in patience

Sorrow is a tale written in woe

There is no longer a hiding place

Time is all that’s left

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Make Believe

I live in a world of make believe

Where the rally cry is thus

It will never be! It will never be!

But in our land of make believe

All things are possible

Fantasy is the only rule

It will never be! It will never be!

We call ourselves the best of friends

Our words are swords in our hands

There is travel to faraway lands

We make loud protesting stands

It will never be! It will never be!

Painted wings fall apart eventually

There is no more Honalee

No one will ever truly be free

As long as it will never be, never be!

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I used to like the rain...

I used to like the rain

Its gentle pattern

The nice cozy feeling

Even the thunder and the lightning

Splitting the sky and sending shivers

Then a rainbow, a promise to all

But the promise is just words

As my body screams

Some mumbo jumbo about pressure and moisture

Sure as the rainfall

Has a different meaning now

A thousand phrases

Have added colors

Unfortunately they all seem to be

Black and blue

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A Long Hard Lonely Way

What have I to offer?

I have no skills to bring

Were I to beg or borrow love,

I could refuse it at no price!

My abilities suffer compared to others

I’m not able to sew or mend

My words are that of a school child

I’m not glib by any ken

My riding skills are paltry

My cooking skills are parse

I’m not good with children

My etiquette is farce

If my diction here is faulty

Forgive me if I stray

But my voice is somewhat Country

To the City, it will not stay

So when I leave your side

It’s not for lack of love

It’s simply fear for embarrassment

I’m not the best of company

Who would ever want me

When half the time I cannot speak

The rest remember my own name

Or trip over my own two feet

No one wants the sick girl

The books make it seem glamorous

But if it’s boring everyday crap

It’s just a lot of fuss

So every day I take my medicine

And every day is just the same

One day I’ll finally wake up

And there won’t be any more pain

So what is there to offer?

But a long hard lonely way

It’s mine alone to travel

I think I’ve surpassed my stay

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Empty Promises, Broken Vow

Empty Promises, Broken Vow

You’ve barely kept your secrets now.

Words are tricky they tend to slip

The world in spinning beyond your grip

When the time is right, Life will change

You can’t stop it from feeling strange

Sonner or later your friends will know

You’ve done your best, but feelings show

One day soon you’ll break the wall

That barrier you’ve built so high,

Is yours to fall with just a sigh

Then run, speed as fast as you can

There is no doubt, you know the plan,

An escape there is, you know it’s true

Life is what you make of it

Make peace and quiet for a bit

True Love

Broken glass
Comes to mind
When your eyes
Meet me in mine
Your hurtful words
Sharp and deadly
Your woeful lie
Clear as glass
I'm picking up pieces
Better left behind
I'm waiting for you
True love is blind

TIL I can take online courses abroad...

I recently found out you can take courses at Cambridge and Oxford online. I'm really thinking about it. If I could take it slowly, I might like it. I like the idea of choosing my own courses. One of the things I hated in school was the required courses. I had a course called music for non music majors. It was all stuff I knew. I may not have been a Music Major but I AM a music aficionado. Then again, I never got along with my English teachers. The reasons were very simple. I tend to write like I speak. I am over effusive with prepositional phrases. I am overly descriptive. I do not follow the narrative well. My paragraph structure is laughable. I overuse extensive parlance. (LOL) My poetry, although touching at times, generally follows no set pattern or rhyme scheme intentionally. I do like learn the whys and wherefores of language though. I have been reading books in my spare time about linguistics and the origins of words. It’s interesting. I like how English is both the considered one of the hardest and easiest languages to learn. I like learning all those grammar rules I break haphazardly. I like learning what other people have done so I don’t repeat it. I like learning about the people of history and WHY they did they things they did. If you understand the cause, you will be able to predict the effect. I was always bad at math because I had trouble with the numbers. I understood the processes though. History is just a series of math equations. Person A marries Person B so Person C goes to war with Person B. It is not too hard to figure out. I like history math better than real math. Come to think of it, I used geometry a lot in sports. In basketball, pool and baseball you figure out the angles to calculate the hit for maximum force. In soccer and volleyball and basketball again, angles must constantly be calculated to coordinate throws, kicks, hits, etc. I guess I’m better at math than I thought. I speculate it’s good to be better than you think at something then worse than you think at something. I know that sentence was horrible but I can’t think of any other way to express that thought. That is why I need to go back to school. Perhaps I should study ancient languages and bury my nose in old books. Oh wait, I do that already! Or I could study Cultural Anthropology. That’s the study of society today. I could write a book on how the internet is rotting our brains…



Sounds like an idea…