My Nightmare Is LifeI awake to the sound of my own sobbing.
I try to stand but I'm only wobbling.
I try to hold back the well of my tear.
I am embedded in my own greatest fear.
Many pictures of you hanging on my walls.
With each glance, my eyes, like waterfalls.
Of memories past, all good and bad.
I think back and fall utterly sad.
In this nightmare I am wrapped in grief,
I pinch myself and wince in disbelief.
And harder I squeeze until I bleed,
Yet nothing changes, and I recede.
I crawl back deep into my mind.
Searching for peace, of any kind.
But far back and deep in my head,
I find her just laying in bed.
Her skin so soft and smooth.
Her eyes flutter with every move.
I try not to wake her or disturb her slumber,
Yet I'm forced to awake with her as my hunger.
Since the very day I first met her,
I wanted her and I to be together.
I knew this in me, through and through.
Yet now rejected, what do I do?
This being my second chance already,
I fear that she is soaring steady.
High and far and totally free,
My ConfessionI hurt myself in the past.
Now nothing seems to last.
I've had all I could ever want,
ripped away in an old self taunt.
You see I failed myself as a man.
You see I failed in my life's plan.
The fires that once burned,
are now scorched and overturned.
My life is a turmoil of emotions and pain.
I've done this to myself, like a bad wine stain.
And on the day I planned for change,
I found the news to be quite strange.
I failed in timing my recovery.
I misjudged a friend's deep discovery.
So for years of neglect I must pay,
These dues for me are heavy this day.
So now I must walk the lonely path.
Will I never again hear her laugh?
In these times of darkness and pain,
I must forgive and release my disdain.
I've brought this all unto me.
Let this be a warning to thee.
Take a step back and examine your life,
Breathe, relax and solve your great strife.
Let it not linger, and never do dwell.
For time wasted is a path unto hell.
Be honest with yourself and be true to all,
For lies and ignorance c
I Am Mine OwnI am my own insurmountable rage.
I am my own need for some change.
I am my own need for release.
I am my own need for some peace.
I am my own emotional stun.
I am my own beginning undone.
I am my own terror replete.
I am my own twist of deceit.
I am my own hatred for all.
I am my own sudden downfall.
I am my own silent retreat.
I am my own pathetic defeat.
I am my own desire for rest.
I am my own failure of test.
I am my own extreme fatigue.
I am my own desire to be.
I am my own braking of heart.
I am my own falling apart.
I am my own path to my death.
I am my own final last breath.
Love Opens Valuable ExperienceWhat is love to you?
Is it a good gift or two?
Perhaps something you do?
Is it something you never knew?
Some are graced with plenty,
Others refuse it's entry.
Guard your heart like a sentry?
Or take it apart from memory?
I will describe what Love is to me.
Love is deep in your heart but free.
It is infinite despite the insanity.
It binds us together, this I decree.
Love is the well of energy within,
That we all must tap before we begin.
Begin to explore ourselves wherein,
We find our true selves deep therein.
Once you know who you are,
And know that you'll get far.
For the distance of life will mar
and invariably leave you a scar.
But underneath it all it's bound together,
Like a rhizome feeding off of the weather.
We are the storm feeding all life for better.
Love is the world's ultimate human tether.
Love cannot be brought to a science.
Love has been quieter than silence.
Love helps us with our patience.
Love Opens Valuable Experience.
Lag TimeWaiting, baiting,
It's all beginning.
Weights have compounded.
FamilyA Mother stands in the center of the family,
The house is a home that demands stability.
For if the house is falling apart at the seams
The Father must step in and repair all the dreams.
The Mother is the ground, the beacon of light.
When a child is scared or frightened in the night,
It's Mother they want for comfort and to hold
for Father is busy protecting all from the cold.
The storm's cold wind blows in to this house,
For the Father has failed his wonderful spouse.
It was a simple promise that was not kept.
Through his fear the Father has slept.
But then just as the storm got to it's worst,
The Mother did change and now the Father is curst.
For when the Father saw the changes that were made
Suddenly his heart was opened up and it was saved.
But that was a drastic false sense of security
As the Father began to change with defined certainty
The Mother had became resolved in her own mind
That she'd have to find another Father of some kind.
Cetainly not like the one from before
Broken Hearted FadrienTime ticks by and we watch the world turn.
Time keeps changing, makes our world burn.
Time is fickle in that it does not exist.
Time is fleeting and life is just as this.
We need to listen but our hearts are broken.
With our thoughts in tatters, and nothing spoken.
Things in life sometimes make no sense.
Things in life can cause us great expense.
Things in life are out of our control.
Things in life always try to make us whole.
Yet we do not listen to the sounds in the world.
The answers we seek will soon stretch and unfurl.
It wraps us like a blanket of distress.
It wraps us up within a moment's duress.
It wraps us tight and keeps us near.
It wraps us now and forever I fear.
Life always is full of pain and sorrow.
We grow and learn and live for tomorrow.
For if we don't then all is lost.
For if we don't we submit to cost.
For if we don't stand straight and tall,
Our world will end, sadly et al.
Gripping at the edge of what I cannot say.
Listen to the tides that crush us every day.
BreatheBreath in the air, fresh and clean.
Coming from the trees, so tall and lean.
One part of natures complex blood,
Through the trees, rivers and the flood.
The waters that form and fall from the sky,
Twinkling down yet the wind blows them high.
Eventually they float softly to the ground.
Dripping, dropping and soaking all around.
As the rain does slip and slide down my face,
I remember one thing about this vast place.
The web of our lives may be tied up in knots,
But to forsake one's self is but a great loss.
Just then as I thought this all to myself,
The rains from above withdrew in some wealth.
And the clouds passed on by like some shadow,
Receding from the light revealing a plateau.
At first just a single shining silver plate,
Beaming down on my dismal current state.
Then by the dozens they all appeared,
Dotted and clustered seemingly weird.
Connecting the dots drew visions of mind.
Depicting great battles of suns over time.
Nature it seems to have it's great plan,
Twisting and turning