So spoke the rubbish
out of sight
out of mind
life and breath
for none cares not
not taken well
such awful smell
no purpose now
such not needed
In the bag
thats where its at
Stay shuffled out the door
Ah so warm
so very kind
rubbish that is
of the blind
Once was good
So welcomed in
to the rubbish bin
Lying dead on the ground I witness my soul as the eye of the observer. Why have I not told those I loved that I loved them? Why have I failed to hold them in warm embrace? Why now the shadows of death, with no recourse to make amends to the mess I leave behind? To all those I love, I am so sorry,yet no way to deliver this message now. How I wish to be free once more,to give each the love so much deserved, shine such happiness into your life. Reflections of the actions not done, now to live on eternally,the door of recourse blocked. Forgiveness now my only solace, for the one now not to be. Forgiveness to love thy very self, as the love wished one had given when the opportunity was present. Humble in the solitude of death, lying on the ground,reality stark and sudden ,without the comfort of another day,another chance. Fly on angel wings to give,do for me what I did not. The morning sun so bright ,fills my heart in tears. The breath that now fills my lungs, so joyous and serene to have reappear. My visit at my inner soul,so real, yet now only a dream,let me learn the lesson truly, for all those that come in contact with me. Death will come again I know,perhaps next time the reflection of my soul will be as bright as the morning sun awakens. Because,still I stumble,yet I fall, -yet the breath still remains. Will I use it as I should? How will I greet myself in the shadows once more?May the result be not the same.
Originally posted on Bri:
With the lonely
All in one
All to be
Missed you so often
Lonely in my fear
Rarely speaking of the truth
What was held
So very near
Of smokescreen lure
Then to see
The light flickers begin
Happy how free
They shine again
One’s breath now makes
This story unfold
One’s breath of love
As the story that’s told
For darkness to close
The human eye
No more to live
The laughter was insatiable in the warm sunlit afternoon. The rocks drew blood before the eyes. Innocence in belonging bent as the spokes of the first volley thrown,to forever engrave upon the souls mortal existence. Only to play and seek out friends on such a wonderfully sunny day. Rubber tires not needing air,extra wheels would stabilize the load. A red frame so shiny and new,to venture out upon the world. Motherly kindness felt with warmth and joy,setting out under a wondrous blue sky. Greet the very real and physical stones hurled on the innocence of beginning. Such a course that would not change,the reality now set. Then the laughter from the happy ones,holding hands of mental embrace,the first ambulance arrives. Death not this time,the lesson will go on. The scars on the forehead heal,as they penetrate the bone. The aura has been altered for all the world to see. The moon waxes full repeats beyond 30 score,as reality remains. She was kind in her heart as the truth unveiled itself ,witness to the passage that was meant to be,relentlessly unfolding. Love’s presence struggles the heals of rejection and scorn. Conformity as cover up,stripped away in time. Snickering on bubbly brew for the privy to partake. Kindness of the mortal man, transparent to the witness mind. Belief in what is not , blood red again to the mirror of the eye. When the blackness shines the light on the pathway that has been,where will the stones then lie?Are they buried within,fossilized proof for the baggage claim?
To engrossed in thoughts of the day,weary eyes will not rest.
Peering behind life’s curtain now,witness an enlightening karmic bequest.
There a woman does exist,along with a man.
To greet the spirit once again and walk upon the land.
Entities that walk in life,as the mortal kind.
Remembering the essence of an existence once left behind.
There is a love,such not in words,but a feeling so very real,
To close old wounds naturally,so forever they may heal
They know the bond,a spirit free.
That kindles warmth into an eternity,
Such is all that matters,all that needs to be.
Now to habituate this world, in a quiet sort of bliss.
No one to be hurt,nothing made amiss.
Among the living though,in deep complexity,love to you is quietly heard.
For he is she,and she is he and together they love the third.
Then to the future,with all its uncertain terms.
Awaits the unsuspecting,for which the heart yearns.
Thus life among the living,so much to be enjoyed.
Meets the love from whence it came,again the hearts deployed.
Hence never go away alone,nor ever live in fear,
The presence of an eternal love, always will be near.
She knew the love was not hers to have,the moment had passed away. She still saw him all the time,but the emptiness was hers alone. He knew her well and wished no harm,but could not give her as she truly wanted. He had tried. Years had passed since that last embrace. Near to her in the pain of her heart,he pursued the love of his own. There was nothing more to give. Nothing could be done,She walks in the shadows of the memory,a relic of another time and place. She wished the end would come so soon,but knew such was not to be. Now he is with his chosen love,in painful witness for her to see. She smiles the mask that covers the pain, another day goes by. She has the knowledge that time will heal the pain,but such a block in the fabric of time seems hardly worth the wait. She fiddles her mind in such innocuous ways,to cover the tracks of her folly. For the truth to be known is perceived as a terrible waste,thus buried within the secret plan. But the secret plan waits to unfold, execution so hard to understand,the happenstance does not will,another day goes by. The radiant shine hurt her eyes,yet did plan not unfold? The beauty of her inner heart answered seven fold. For though the passion does not die,the future still awaits.Seek beauty in the sky. Dream on little angel,he is not to blame. Live life to the fullest,not in deaths name. Do not purposely die.