To pause time
if one could
he would dare not –
for to pause today
is to delay tomorrow-
people live and long for
tomorrow.
To pause time
if one could
he would dare not –
for to pause today
is to delay tomorrow-
people live and long for
tomorrow.
If i passed you on the street
Or by chance if we should meet
Would your face spark a memory
In my mind?
Would my lips produce a name
My tounge can’t find?
Would this new found presents
Produce a peace in my soul?
Or like strangers
Would we pass and go?
Rather out of spite
Or a demonstration of indifference.
Reactions of individuals
Leaves me scratching my head.
Is there something in our actions
We do not see?
Some ora we are blind to?
A reversed reflection
Allowing a witness
Of those we offend?
I truly search for an answer
Where does fault fall?
Perhaps there is a no fault
Only honest understanding of life.
Honesty that has made liars
Out of generations of those we
Love and trust?
Or perhaps I am the one who is lost.
Blind to the helping hands –
Misinterpreted actions –
Biting at what I perceive as claws.
My heart is yours –
Yet to be named.
My heart is yours –
Unnamed.
Our minds blinds us –
To our actions.
Our memory sees –
Clear.
Our conscience laments –
Our minds dwell –
Our thoughts are forever –
Reminded.
We step over the actions –
Of those we love,
Of those we loath,
Of those whose bodies –
Lay in our way.
Step high,
Step straight,
Let the hindsight,
Guide your path,
Straight and narrow,
To the gates of your peace.
She awakens each day
Thought lies between sleep and awake.
Longing to recoil,
Back into a suspended state.
Physically exposed,
Mentally secure.
Living temptation.
Eternal Longing.
Sleep –
Will be there soon.
I can not write the perfect verse –
Or play the perfect note.
In the morning the sun will rise –
And cast down it’s curse.
Another day to watch my back –
For God is not far behind.
To read my rights.
Take my sight.
Tomorrow –
I’ll be blind.
Blind to the rich and poor
And deviants.
Blind to this world and it’s tears.
Blind to love and hate
And bitterness.
Blind to all of my fears.
Blind to truth and lies – that
Compromise the soul and the pure at heart.
I’ll be blind.
Then I’ll make a new start.
Wow!
Is this really it?
Selfish – all about –
Who?
Pardon me –
What can I do for you?
Ego?
Centric?
Think I have had enough.
Bottle –
Death –
Escape.