Journey Towards Completion

If at the end of the process I tried
To account for my actions, then I write
This testament, for my life is finite
And people must know what became of light
That showed me the real danger; Parasite,
When all my hopes of parity had dried.

Just as always, we started with promise
By shaking hands and offering hors d’oeuvres.
In all frankness I experienced nerves
Like none other; Oddly when I observed
Their drive, the passion filled me with a verve
Which provided false confidence; flawless.

Continuous laughter kept me relaxed
In a wooden environment; they hold
Onto my arm with a grip of steel; Cold
Greetings from dying bodies, I feel sold
Surrounded by mahogany; unfold
Their meaning – true purpose; I was attacked.

Just as now, my body craved the meaning
And allowed others to fill in the gaps.
Weak, foolish with a soft heart; But perhaps
I somehow allowed the embrace to trap
My direction; cementing in the cracks
With a suffocation; Heavy breathing.

Am I still, only talking to Myself?
After all, this idea of perfection
Is always tainted by the direction
That one chooses to go; For affection
Is granted for not asking the Questions;
It’s a concept that should be on a shelf.

The brightness is an outside perspective
That shows its true colours when you enter.
Selfishness; seemingly in the centre
Offers the chance for a perfect shelter,
But its rotten to the core; December
Was when I stopped being so suggestive.

Between the veil

Dandilion and burdock sunset
Along a thousand memory alleyway,
So tranquil and without bedlam
Within the soft lucence of the twilight.

Still I tour, treading with appetite
At the reflection within the fracture
That heals with each passing day –
I beam at the abundance of retention.

Mindful – And eager to evidence more,
The stroll widened into an eclipse
That took me beyond my comfort zone.
No longer did I remain stable; Midnight.

Faster in stride, more complex in movement
Skipping past stones and pavement splinters
Without grace; yesterdays downpour
Harvesting the growth of inertia.

Still, relentless obscurity of night
Covering the land with a hazy mist
That shrouds the layers of brighter steps
To replace, quite indiscriminately.

Glance up, a lighthouse, a guided path
To show the way, like it always has –
Turning, obscuring and disappearing
But always returning; My guardian angel.

Why do you have to leave me in shadow?
Indeed, your return is slow and afflicting –
A beam of sentiment that you share
By encompassing and reflecting my glow.

By tomorrow you will be but a circle –
Forgotten, bystander in nature’s whim.
But I dwell upon your affecting radiance
And I hunt for you between the veil.

Hands

Brushing my brow

To understand stress

And keep the line balanced.

Yet when the moment is here

We find new ways to take up time –

Still, nothing really works anymore.

Hand on the clock

One moment and tick –

We study together.

Although in hindsight I knew

That we would run out and break down

With a collapse that would hit me hard.

The walls have spoken

Go ahead and paint, splash and recreate
I will always be here.
I was formed with a desire, a conviction
A need to be different and expand.
Yes, go ahead and brighten the landscape
Wash the land and end the mood,
Pretend I was never even in existence.
But I will always be here.
Under the surface I breed and deliver
My owners are people of conviction
who stand by their methods
And colour the youth of today.
Indeed go ahead and scrape the walls
And nice shade of brown methinks?
Or some kind of futuristic silver
to show progress, ideal – change.
Unfortunately I am always here.
The layers will crack and buckle,
Bulge and condense with a concentration,
A fury of a thousand souls who dared difference
And acted when it was best to do so
within themselves.
But please, cover the land, I urge you,
Show us just how much you care
For it doesn’t matter anyway
As the thousands have spoken
And the walls have cried aloud
They will continue to do so for years
After you have left the Earth.

To be me (Society part 1)

To be me
And act like myself
Whenever I please
Whatever the time
And within my means
Is pure free.

To be you
As leaves fall insane
And keep to your way
Moving those eyes
Away, day after day
It crumbles in weight
Harmony.

To keep face
And swallow your pride
When friends question space
And talking in stares
Then notice the trace
Divided.

To laugh true
And lie to have fun
In social demise
When thinking in dreams
And sever all ties
Can only Forgive
False promise.