Saturday, December 27, 2014

There Used to Be

There used to be
Electricity running through these veins
Sparking and crackling
A powerful blaze

A current so strong
It was felt more than seen
An invisible train
With invisible steam

There used to be
Fire behind these eyes
Dancing and playing
A burning surprise

A swirling inferno
That was carefully contained
Bright orange plumes
Proud and unashamed

Now there is a darkness
A deep and empty space
The flames have been extinguished
The current has been replaced

The electricity and the fire
Have flickered out with time
Now they’re just a memory
A punishment for some crime.



Thursday, December 25, 2014

Easier

Is it easier to weep
When everyone is in despair
Can you grasp on to the hope
That you’re riding through unclean air

Can you grasp on to the thought
That maybe you’re just one
One of those many faces
One that isn’t done

Is it easier to cry
When everyone is in despair
Can you grasp on to the fears
That lie beneath the surface, everywhere

Can you hold to the hope
Can you grasp onto the tears
Is life that never-ending swell
Of combatants and combating fears

Is it easier to live
To turn a blinding eye
To those who also feel the pain
Those who cannot  try

Can you look inside yourself
See that blue and empty earth
Is it living that is empty here
Or just an unclaimed hearse




Saturday, December 13, 2014

Anyway

I am living in the same place you last saw me
The windows remain undressed
The room remains wide open
With the ancient boxes serving as desks

I am roaming the halls where you last left me
Passing the white and black space
Passing the hills of tomes on the floor
With thoughts of that old battered bookcase

Like living in a mausoleum
Like living in a breathing tomb
I’m holding court for the ghosts of yesterday
Playing to an audience of no one in the room

I am not missing you at all
There is no reason to at all
I am not thinking of the past
I know that it won't last
Anyway…

I am living in the same place you last left me
Though many things are not the same
The little gifts have all been thrown away
No trace that you remain or ever even came

I am roaming the same halls where you last saw me
With the understanding of what was untrue
With the knowledge that my love was only built
A construction that I created out of you

Like living in a mausoleum
Like living in a breathing tomb
I’m holding court for the ghosts of yesterday
Playing to an audience of no one in the room

I am not missing you at all
There is no reason to at all
I am not thinking of the past
I know that it won't last
Anyway...



Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Redemption

I have crossed the living river Styx
Backing away from the underworld
Navigating through outstretched arms
And clawing nails
And gaping mouths
And sinking mud

I have returned the coin placed in my mouth
To pay my way through the river hell
Leaving the shroud of death behind
I am not yet bound
I am not yet a bodyless soul
I am not yet said and done

I have fought my way back to the solid earth
Though the ground is still uncertain and strange
Feeling my way through the treacherous land
Living
Breathing
Being