The Night Falls

December 20, 2015 § Leave a comment

I have a secret, my lady –
A secret I hold close to my heart.
I meet you every night
And no, no
I don’t mean to frighten you
Please, don’t think so
You see, I once read in the books
Of history and philosophy
That our souls fly up higher than we can see,
When we sleep, they say,
Our spirits fly away

I meet you every night,
Up in the heavens,
We, dance and sway,
Imagined, near the bay
I look into your eyes,
I see your smile
I feel both dead and alive

But don’t be frightened, my darling,
It’s only the books
That say it’s this way,
And I’ve never been religious,
Nor pious, my dear
But a road sign towards your door,
Anyone in sight,
Even that beyond the shore,
Has me willing to drown and fight,
To meet your eyes,
I will
To stream my fingers down the curls of your hair,
As we would on the slides of our backyard
Any sign
That I be reignited
By your presence, once again,
I will battle more and more

And in the day, I will work restlessly,
Until all air in me
Is pulled, in a puff, ruthlessly,
I will wake early
Waterway the coffee,
I’m in no need for a chemical remedy
When I will soon hear the voice of a melody

I will work day, and day
So when I tread to my bed,
My dear, I fall head-down
And sleep instantly,
And hope, these books be true
And our souls rejoice together
For one more night with you.

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December 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

I tried to take my life away.
I drank a few more than I should have,
My muscles weakened and stiffed,
The tips of my fingers and toes, fell cold
They shook, they froze
But I live on another day.

My mind hosts uninvited guests.
Lately, they’ve been fewer
Or perhaps more silent than ever
Slowly, they’ve fed on my emotions,
Kidnapped them into a bag
And threw them farther than I could see,
Fed them to the dogs,
Emptiness has become the norm to me.

I’m a failure with many opportunities – a fraud
With endless personalities
People walk in, assuming a house filled
With a garden of sweet lemon
They see – a basement stinking of mildew

Lured in, it’s too late now to walk away, rude to say
‘We’ve got no time to talk-and-play,’
Slowly, they quiet far afield,
Too late had they known
I’d already spread in their cells,
Infested their vision like rotten fruit
Left uncovered on a kitchen shelf

The potential in me, is as vast as a grain of sand in the desert,
My passion, is as wide as the big dipper to all of space,
My strength, is as fragile as silk on an iron board

I never gave it my all,
But when I do,
I stumble and fall.
Days of perseverance
Are only seconds in the ball.

These success are not that – these accomplishments are not real

I never gave it my all.
Had I done, I would stumble and fall,
It never hurt me – to fail,
It never wounded me, nor has it interfered with my conscience
I – never felt like a failure
Never came into terms
With my true being,
Only do I like me when I mislead more,
It feeds on lies, using me as disguise,
Myself feeds on fraud

I don’t mean to, I tell them,
I have been cursed as a child,
I may be crazy, I tell them,
They say, ‘you are all right’

But I’m a sinner, who spews lies,
For I have no passion, there is no spark in my eye,
This kindness is only displayed
In your crafted thoughts
You will make excuses for me,
You will hold me earnest
I am not who you think I am
I have warned you many times
Take this warning,
Walk away,
But next time, please knock
Because I have to choose the personality
That would fit your likened mind

I hope the next time I fail
It is not in another attempt
to take my life away.

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