On Again

Truth is as relative and poignant as one allows it.
It's quite clear to see
what has been done here.
The self entitled mummers of your heart
and watching it rip your soul apart
for nothing less than the stark nothing inside.

Your heart will never bleed
when its made of stone
You'll never feel
any love you refuse.
Words will never convey
what actions hold meaningless
and there is no conversation
held in these empty places.
It's not that you haven't heard this before
but strictly speaking
its just between you and me
that the truest beauty
simply continues to defy all.
Dear muse.

"Where the Sun Never Dies" - Blindside

I think I saw a place in the distance
We've always known it was there
When I have breathed for the last time
I'll walk out to the end of that pier
There is that place in our conscience
So talk so loud so you won't hear and forget
But I'll still call it home

Where the sun never dies
Shine away my shadow
Where it's bright when I shut my eyes
I'll drink until I'm not thirsty
The sun never dies
Shine away my shadow
It's just waiting to rise

I'll see You on that day
When I walk those last steps Your way

There's something moving in the shadows
There is that rumor of hope
When the spirit starts roaring
For so long we have but no longer will we cope
Love is personified
I'd rather die in love
Than stay alive numb
I'll still call it home
I'm still longing home

Where the sun never dies
Shine away my shadow
Where it's bright when I shut my eyes
I'll drink until I'm not thirsty
The sun never dies
Shine away my shadow
It's just waiting to rise

I'll see You on that day
When I walk those last steps Your way
I'll see You on that day
When I walk those last steps Your way

Following Timed

Saying goodbye isn't enough,
it's sort of like loosing a part of you
or watching it leave as you walk by the door.
Or sometimes it is more like watching you
as you walk out and not coming back.
It's an interesting turn of events
realizing yourself as is
and not doing too much about it.
Being so tired
being so sick
what is it worth?

This time to say hello and goodbye,
it is worth the time of life
the energy and effort
it takes to crawl forward
and at times simply cry.
It is worth it to feel
even when it is simply pain
making it impossible to kneel
rendering speech impractical
because of what little remains.
This sacrifice of moment,
consequential of time,
is all that we have left.
To spend, invest, charm
and leave ways of deceit.

But here it is,
in all of its beautiful horror,
life remaining as it is
looking back
as you stare into the inky wells,
never blinking
without a smoldering statement.
Just as is.
Nothing more
nothing less,
nothing more than its own narcissistic embrace
of air in the moment of need
bleeding out all the faith indeed.
Making life remarkably unremarkable
one blessed step at a time.