Life

One day I’ll drift away into the coming day. I’ll look back, try to look back, against the coming fray.

I hope to smile and send some hope as I fly about. Not to change the coming fate of foregone distant route.

I’ll try to send a happy thought, a message of hope and love. To those I’ll miss and those I’ll watch as I hopefully go above.

And if instead the darkness comes at least I’ve seen the light. Of those I love and the ones I’ll miss, worth the loss of sight.

-OM

44.1

A tear once given

I saw it from afar.

A shimmer like a star.

It caused something emotionally.

As if someone were close to me.

A building of regret.

Like a lake of summerset.

Glistening with drying words.

Waves of bitterness sworn.

As I walked upon that shore.

My feet seemed to drag more and more.

I finally realized this was living.

And these were tears, a tear once given.

-OM

44.1

Hello my darkness

Hello my darkness it’s me again.

Awaiting warmth and deeper sin.

Goodbye light, you were too bright.

I’ll replace you now with fading sight.

Because missing you more this way.

Makes it easier not to stay.

Hello the darkness it’s been awhile.

Depression linked like perfect tile.

My old friend where have you been?

My old enemy, I cannot win.

-OM

44.1

Force

I could push my words till they tumble and fall.

Watch them sparkle, or not at all.

Would they beckon, can you hear the call?

A clarion sound I hope you saw.

How much force would it take?

To make my words move and feel them shake.

To give them a life of their own.

To give them my life and make them shown.

-OM

44.1

Personal

I could watch the setting sun till the day was done. But would I watch the rising moon or find my exit too soon.

Could I let the passing hours into my heart or let it sour. Like an aging wine until inside I rewind.

I’d rest my right hand upon my heart and feel a tremble start to start. Finding a way into my soul past the anger and inner toll.

Can you see the rising light past the name it seems to fight. Moon or sun it comes around, a new day to be found.

-OM

44.1

A Nod to Poe

How sweet is the tender touch as I caress your every limb.

Our lips meet and thoughts collide on each and every sin.

Even as I take you into my warm embrace.

I smother the image by destroying your very grace.

Transforming now our reality to fantasy.

Pain brings the passion to ecstasy.

You shudder, I feel you tremor to your bones.

A sweet sensation adding to the quiet undertones.

Softly now, gently I lay you down.

I board you up inside with the golden crown.

And there dies the buried light.

Another name, another dove takes flight.

-OM