tell me how I can make a dream come true like the one I had last night of you and then there was the night before and…well, so many many more
it’s the one where you said hello and the tears suddenly began to flow we rushed into an embrace and held each other tight all I wanted to do was hold on with all my might
I tried to stay for as long as one dream could remain in a place void of the hurt, the loss, the pain oh please tell me how I can make that dream come true when I dream a little dream of you
a weathered man greets me on a corner his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm for a million moments in passing he shares with me his story I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek and coarse wore out locks paint for me a daily tragedy and all I do is keep walking
It’s black inside the ocean especially in the shadows where sharks pretend to sleep my eyes barely banish their stares until what lurks finally confronts me but… why have they not teethed on this body that drifts alone lifeless and willing could they sense poisoned blood from just a taste am I worse
surrounded in the francais schoolboys like I, chase through stone corridors in jest pass tank topped bread makers and rum runners filling dark sacks who was I to speak to the going-ons of this foreign land take me instead to the countryside in an hour less a half share with me tales let me sip wine and pretend that I am a man
I hope everyone’s having a good week, we’ve made it to Hump Day at least. So, I was out running the other day and as you can see from above, it was a pretty nice day. Good thinking weather with the sun shining and downtown buzzing with activity. Along the way, I stopped for a look-around and just before I turned for home, a thought popped up in my head. Something I would love to have your help with. For the last few years, I have been entering my poems into a national poetry contest and I am on the verge of submitting again for 2019. Some of you know that I have my anxieties when it comes to hitting publish on my poetry work, but I’ve learned to post anyway. One of the main reasons for this is because of you fine people, my awesome followers. Your follows, likes, and wonderful comments over the years have given me so much confidence in my writing. In this case, my poetry. You’re a huge part in the evolution of my poem writing and in saying that, it brings me to my special favour.
Tell me to turn and walk away I’ll just try harder than I did today Tell me to move on and completely forget I’ll just think about you more every chance I get Tell me you hate me and you no longer care I’ll just know you’re still hurting and need more time to repair Tell me I’ve banished from your broken little heart I’ll just be here with the pieces until the day, we’re no longer apart
I don’t want a broken heart any more
take this blood that flows my veins
the air that fills my lungs
the laughter that made a smile
a soul that was never mine
life that I never asked for
God damn strike me down
Take me back
bury my existence
in an unmarked grave
Where were the tears that day? Our loss must have voided my heart. Each time I taunted with emotion, my soul would squeeze even tighter. Then, past a wet wind’s gale. I saw your empty face. It was the key that finally broke me. So…I ran to the salty sea. Broke free from this ransom. Until my sorrows let. Forever with the ocean my secret.
Earth To Ash 