Insight emerges out of silence. – B. D. Schiers
Journal Entry # 176 – Sometimes A Spot is More Than Just a Spot
Tag: memory
The Quiet Path
I dream
some days
of getting lost in the path
along the quiet way home
way past the halfway evergreen
under those forest peekaboos
just to listen to the river as it runs
Pool Boys
A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chin
in a moment I knew would last a lifetime
there was a pool table…balls racked
ready for a break
some girl singing on the radio
we both sang a few of the words
those we could remember
all night we competed
best in banter,
best in billards,
best in brew,
but
never best in friends
that belonged to you
Weakness (Haiku)
Under this street light
pouring down rain in the cold
alone, and done wrong
Ash To Dust
i look, turn around, and see your face
then, it falls away like dust
like a living dream
not even yours in the first place
so, I keep walking along staring at the ground
trying harder to recall what’s left of the vision I have of you
only time has started to begin to fade the picture
even though my heart has a good memory
the beats are becoming too far between
those flashes no longer able to bring it back to life
no matter how much I love you
soon, i won’t be able to see you anymore
when you’re way out of focus
and completely lost from my heart
My Heart in a Bottle
Like a bottle in a vast ocean…I’m drifting
further and further from your beautiful shore, I float
my body breaking against violent waves
which pull me far far from the horizon
alone, I wade, no one around to hear me
for the longest days…the darkest of nights,
Oh, how I’ve prayed to be rescued
pulled ashore only by your hand
chipped and weathered
most of me empty,
nothing left but a note
two words I’ve carried with me for so long
hoping someday my message would reach you
fall from your lips and into your broken heart
…I’m sorry
From Dark
I walked in the shadows
before I knew any light
ashamed, guilty, and full of regret
my only out was running toward the dark
where I belonged
there, to slither between mistake after mistake
and masquerade with a beating heart
the scene, was set in rhythm and sweat
people would stare, stare straight through me
I wanted it…I deserved it
nobody allowed to peek beyond that curtain
to see who was in control, what was in control
all they did was help bury it deeper
beneath guise of a lie
then came the day where a key unlocked a clue
a tiny sparkling light
which found me, in await, to be let free
…from dark
