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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Limitations



I fight the odds of my silence, of my dependency  
I revolve around the night's endless display
The hours i have not slept before complete exhaustion fades
The ever blinding sun...

Do you believe in immortality?
Even the faintest cry will not be heard outside
My heart, if it wasn't from your eyes
I would never have known...

The prayers could be so strangely universal. 

To write to your beloved ghost...
Or leave the empty spaces when all goes wrong. 
Moonbeams of a promise left to limitations
Make the silence here, deprive me of darkness 
I am but in my shell, loved for the eternal bond
That breathes entirety, when life exceeds failure.
That breathes whole... when the flower reopens... 

I am but dead flowers...
Though they smell just as beautiful.

To write to your beloved ghost...

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Undying Awareness


My will to compose an undying awareness 
Something separating me from the above
I see your heart of gold
I dissolved my love in you too carry on...
Protect me from my haste 
I cannot see outside my window
Today

There is a Grave shadow over head
An even brighter halo
To profound the circle of death
Life will fulfill you always...

And I. Will. Cross. That. Bridge.

When I'm there.

I will comfort your...
Inability to comfort me. 

...

I will not be a Saint for all those artificial people...
Who walk this earth without passion or purpose 
Though I still live impaired with my own delusions  
In faith always trusted 
 Become a burden to drag these ropes further more; 
Prone to self inflected wounds, to sever from death   
By lights refusal... 

My blood may run deep
Weaker through this ailing body 
Enduring my heart the difference between 
What is living and what is loving 

My will to compose an undying awareness 

To profound the circle. 

Friday, February 22, 2013

Half-Life


Looking for numbers and patterns we do not see 
Judging from beginning to end the missing piece.
That this may not be a new start 
But yet another rejection. 
That people move on as monuments grow colder

I know the saddest things are not relivable 
Yet to horrifying to dwell what could drive someone to the edge? 

I found the words, just the other day
To shift the curtains aside without reflections
Without shadows and noise...
I cannot see my face nor I can remember what it feels like...

To be seen. 

I needed you there... the enchantment of something essential 
Yet the same hunger for happiness leads to similar despair... 
To think we are no more deserving.
We're always listening to the voice in our head that says we're not good enough
As if to explain to no audience  
What a reverie could not behold...

I know you hear this...
One night to be as full as the moon but not observed from the earth.
A caption on a thin line below the artist's most beloved work
This is what it feels like to be alive...
This is what it feels like to die.

And be reborn.

I found the words, just the other day
To shift the curtains aside without reflections
Without shadows and noise 
I cannot see my face nor can I remember what it feels like...

To be seen. 

Something tells me we'll observe more in the next life.