Tick Tock Stop

A flame to a flicker and a flicker runneth out
The smoke has cascaded down a corridor of doubt
Drenched at one point it has now become a drought
And the gluttony of a heart to suffer through the pains of gout
In a time to kill leaves a time to heal
In order for one to see in truth and in reel
Submerged in the dead lands and given space was an order
The distance was great but in the heart became shorter
The melody of the count was the tick of a clock
But after the crescendo a melody will soon to stop
Cropped like the hedges of a wild growing tree
The look is clean but the spirit never free
To have gathered every fallen piece with an eye of delight
And sort through the remains for the wrong and for the right
Letting go of the sources that make one hold on tight
When you realize it is destined for no win in such a fight
Once the letters of the mind have routed down to the heart
And an overflowing basket has become an empty cart
In time one day will regain all of its treasures
But to carry what was ugly has become that of a feather
Deep was the tunnel to be hidden in the dark
And risen out of darkness births the strength of a shark
Bandages have fallen to reveal what now has healed
No longer is there care and numb has taken over feel

The Storm b4 the Calm

I slipped and stumbled rolling gravel under feet
Came out to say hi but drank only defeat
Words falling slipping through the cracks of my mind
Giving all my strength and most of my time
Naturally unnatural are the powers that be
To take away an eruption of insecurity
The despair I was washed in had taken over me
And filled me like a glass with self-scrutiny

To fight through a seemingly endless battle
How can you row a boat when it’s missing the paddles
Slow and steady are the passing of each step
And the count has insured a skyscraper of debt
The tax of a dollar is not what’s to claim
The pennies are slowly thrown down the drain

It carries no value at the end of the day
When change has finally set up shelter to stay
Be where it is or be where it may
Is all that my heart holds in its chambers to say

Shipwrecked in battle from a fight to the death
And to start at the bottom and build back what has left
Leaves me only to wonder, question, and guess
If all of this was worth such a mountain of mess

I give all of my strength to the powers that be
Turning angered storm waves into the calm that’s now me

A beautiful day…

The distance was complete
All the stars were aligned
But the distance was too great
And clear vision turned to blind
Angst took its turn and only caused a crumble
And without the proper tools a blind man will soon stumble
The vision may have blurred
but the senses are alive
And with the guidance from above and everyday that passes by
Will soon bring joy to a blind mans eye
To know that once he had fallen
But has now risen high

Dancing Planets

A disguised creature of a being

To only touch shadows of the surface

Intermingled through frightening desires

To sing dove like songs of inspiration

Captivity ensures mesmerization

But to be set free allows pure elation

To burn with a glow that no one will know

Concealed in the dark with no reason to spark

Solo are sun and moon missing each other night and day

A dancer in the dark with no one to play

Alone it was and always will be

Waiting till forever to be set free