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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Shadows sways in the wind

The noose tightens
Oxygen restricted
The last sunset takes hold
A rain over cast day
Some how poetic irony

Broken heart
Broken dreams
Broken lullaby

The cowboy know
Reality has a harsh humour
Even in the last second
Hope lingers like dew
Moist on the morning

Laughter and tears
Smiles and regard
There should be more

Hanging in air
Inches above the ground
Lost between here and there
There is a voice
Telling a stories

I am sorry
For this and that
But mostly for not being more

The noose is cut
The man is lowered
Waiting to be taken home
Answers that never mattered
Questions with little empathy

Broken heart
I am sorry
Broken dreams
For this and that
Broken  lullabies
Not being more

The sun sets
Just another ordinary day
Cloudy with intermittent showers
Poetic justification looms
There is silence

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Watching the stars cry

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

A single kiss that changed the world
Nothing will be the same again
Tired of this game
Thought about it for a long time
Waiting for it
Fifteen days pass time
Watching the sun rise
One last time

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

A single kiss that changed my mind
Nothing will be he same again
Tired of waiting
Life has moved on
Miss you like tomorrow
Miss what you were
I am so sorry
Watching the sun sun set
One last time

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

A single kiss that changed it all
Watching the stars cry
August is not the same
Cypress in two time zones
Been back only once
Missing who you could have been
Racing through life
In the fast lane
Racing to get back to you
Only for the sudden stop

Two minutes to silence
Two minutes to sleep
Five minutes before the end

Watching the stars cry
As the darkness slowly turns to red
Twisting in the wind
The wind kisses my face
Tears dry on my face
Salty I am sure
The breeze carries the sound of waves
August is never the same
Two minutes to sleep
Two minutes to silence

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Life gets in the way

We make plans
We are alive
We all have dreams
Life gets in the way
We make plans
We are alive
we all have dreams
We are not meant to be alone
Damaged hearts can be mended 
A fly walks on the screen
Distracting from the dialog
Hope you find happiness
Sweet dreams
Damaged hearts can be mended
No matter how damaged
Some words hurt 
Not the words so much as truth they hold
We all have plans in this life
But sometimes stuff gets in the way
Dreams are a reminder of broken promises 
We weren't meant to be alone
Watching the suffering
Prolonging the enviable
Moments that make the pain bearable
Hanging on to each
Trying to make them last

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

karma gloats



Taunting fate
Mocking reality
Living just to pass
Chronic agony
Yet it could be worse
Tired of all the fake
Teasing insanity
You came into my life
Thought for a time
That you could be my happy
Yet I was wrong
What is new
Is old again
Then you were gone
Thought I was happy
But I was wrong
Mocking fate
Teasing destiny
Taunting insanity
Chronic agony
Tired of this fate reality
Yet it could be worse
You came into my life
Yet I was wrong
Living to pass
In this place to forget
Karma gloats

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Time and regret

Time and regret
Changes things
Some lies are good for the soul
Telling the ones that are
Is a magical thing
Some people need to hate
Eating at their being
Giving them something
Something to live for
When the hate is gone
There is nothing
Some people strive and thrive in drama
Living between the yin and yang
Karma has a vanity
Time makes life look different
No matter the context
Raining insanity
Tired of this masquerade




Friday, August 1, 2014

Decietful Few

A honest man in dishonest world
True to the deceitful few
Never know where you will find home
On the edge of shadow
Where the motion talks
Staring at the moon through the leaves
Walking the beach in solitude
The deceit never stops hurting
Now I understand
Drowning in discontent
Every one lies
Reliving the past in your own mind
A honesty man in a deceitful time
True to the dishonest few
Never know where to find home
On the edge between darkness and light
In the shadows
Where solitude has a voice
Walking in sand under moon light
The truth is an illusion hiding in allegory

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