What happens when you run out of dreams?
What happens when you experience this profound revelation one day?
When you receive this inclination that LIFE is merely a book cover
Of a stained reality..
An eclipse totally contradictive
Of what the contents lying within really mean..
Chapter after chapter
Of drama - happiness - sadness and laughter
Of pain - birth - heartache and despair
Love and hate - and indifference trapped inside of silence
Awaiting the demise of relationships like a period that is late
So many moments and emotions perpetuating one`s existence
Until sometimes - time feels as if it has defied itself
Because sometimes you become so outdone by the chapters in between
That you keep stopping to read the cover over and over because -
You just KNOW that reality cannot - possibly be that mean...
So when this revelation takes its place
Within the winds of change
Standing still against your time
And twisting trails of salt down the smoothness of your face
You realize that you`ve been more places throughout life you didn`t necessarily want to be
You realize that you have felt - heard and seen more sides of reality
Through the faces - eyes and lives of others than you ever wanted to see
And you find yourself racing
Adding chapter after chapter
Because you`ll be DAMNED if your "the end"
Will not be preluded by a "happily ever after"
But then -
Circumstances stake their claim
And the refractory periods in between your chapters
Have become so long over due
That you find it difficult as hell to maintain
Due to being muted by spiritual - emotional and mental disasters
And instead of your dreams screaming to be redeemed
By what walking in the light as one of the BEAUTIFUL ONES
Is supposed to mean...
While you were preoccupied by that profound revelation
Mirror
By Muriel Palanca
I look in the mirror. What do I see?
A lonely girl who wants to be free.
She's trapped inside but wants to come out.
Nobody hears her silent shouts.
Nobody gets her even though they try.
Sometimes she wishes that she would just die.
They push her too hard but it's never enough.
She just wanted support. Just wanted to be loved.
She smiles on the outside but cries like the rain.
She tries to be tough but inside she feels pain.
Her world is so shattered. The skies fallen down.
When it's put back together she'll be six feet underground.
They all pass her by not even a hello.
If they didn't want her there why didn't they just say so?
She stares back at me her heart so paralyzed.
Every time her heart breaks a part of her dies.
Her eyes are like mine and yet so afraid.
None of it real. Just an image she made.
Her life is so empty. An endless black hole.
It took all her freedom. It tore up her soul.
No more bright lights. Just an angel of death.
Waiting to take her until her last breath.
I look in the mirror. What do I see?
The truth behind bars. That girl is me.
Is He one of our blunders
Or are we one of His?
While my feet tread across
A patch of dead ground I
Begin to wonder just
Who created who.
Hard for eyes to see
In a world of greys
When most religions
Promenade in black and white
The color of text.
Most dont realize that
These writing, whether you
Consider them the Word of God
Or not, are simply words.
If you do not believe, then they
Can be viewed as a way to live,
Not force, but "good" none the less.
If you do believe, then it is a way
To live as shown to us by a
Higher power.
However, even in religion
It is up to the individual.
People kill in the name of
God, Mohammed, Vishnu,
Or any other God or god
They may have. Why?
We have had so many Gods
Throught time, who is to say
Mine is right and yours is wrong?
Who are WE to judge others belief?
Condemn our fellow man? No!
If you do believe then you should do the
EXACT opposite. We are told to embrace
For we are not to judge. But judge we do.
And it is this turning, this
Showing of our backs to
Our higher powers, whoever they may be
That must force us to see
That there are many with no
Organized religion
No set of rules to follow save
Their own, and yet they are
More accepting.
Forget all the "bad" in the world
That occurs and look into yourself.
See what you have done to others.
God or no God, you are the maker of
Your destiny. We control what happens.
We make decisions. They are not handed to
Us.
For the entirety of my life,
I will question, and second guess.
This is why we were given
The ability to do so.
And until my dying day
I will ask..
Is He one of our blunders
Or are we one of His?
And while I am layed
To rest in a
A patch of dead ground I shall
Begin to wonder just
The Sky is Too Blue for me
Sometimes when I am lost in a fever
And the sky is too blue for me
The night is too dark and the day is too long
And freedom is not really free
The air is too clean to breathe freely
And I see everything too clear
The peace is too peaceful for comfort
I understand everything that I hear
There is more perfection in the music
Than there really ought to be
I have more love than a man should have
It’s all much too much for me
The children are no longer crying
The truth is always so true
The earth is productive and fertile
And the sky is much too blue
One day I will be leaving
To a place where I really am free
But the place where I am is so perfect
I am not sure it’s where I should be
A LONG TIME AGO
(T. Beechey)
A long time ago,no longer than a year
Just the ebb and flow was all I had to hear
No intermittent rumbles passing here and there
I was satisfied and humbled to be anywhere
A long time ago,just a month or three
Faint ember glows were all I had to see
And what remained unclear was no consequence
Only what appeared made the perfect sense
It wasn't necessary to define or explain
And nobody grew wary,nor did they complain
The times were much better then instead of now
Tomorrow,we may get to return again somehow
A long time ago,or possibly last week
All I had to show only took a peek
And all that stayed unseen didn't take a second look
Just a glimpse in between was really all it took
A long time ago,or perhaps just yesterday
All I had to know I knew anyway
And that which was unknown didn't need understood
So I left it all alone and everything was good
Rationalizations weren't required,descriptions mattered less
We didn't find ourselves mired in games of hope and guess
The times,they seemed just right back in the days behind
Nothing now seems tight --- so tomorrow,let's rewind
A long time ago...or was it just a dream?
All around was so --- well,you know how it seemed
But then,perhaps,you don't and it's only me
In which case you won't know all that used to be
LIMITLESS ENDINGS
(T. Beechey)
Just what is truth? A fanciful lie? Is that why it can't soothe each tear that I cry?
The revelation of fact before it is known: an unholy pact with the mystic unknown?
What is the pleasure that is found in pain? What price is treasure without any gain?
There's no reason or rhyme for such a curse...unless such a time is viewed in reverse
For sometimes lies can be the truth as seen through the eyes of wayward youth
Those who conspire and those which complain,who sit by the fire in the pouring rain
What is their dream? Who hears their plea? Doesn't it seem that once it was we
Who roamed the street so unaware of the rhythmic beat in the fragrant air?
Where are they from and where do they go? Why did we come and why don't we know?
Is there no answer? Are questions unheard? Perhaps now's our chance for a final word
Let's take a peek into what never was,just a moment to seek what within never does
Perhaps if we gazed in the reflecting glass,we'd be amazed at what images pass
For without the shadow or the disguise,we both truly look of our own eyes
It's anyone's guess but the clock on the wall says either confess or damned be us all
Tis beautiful morning,
flowers blooming.
This message dawning,
wish a great Sunday coming! ;-)
you know it wouldn’t make a difference if i fell from the earth today
because i’m sure nobody here would really care anyway
i’ve been fed all the truth, from the lies that you say
nothing can stop me from heading the wrong way
i could really care less about what you think
because it’s only me in this cell
and away i could swim but i choose to sink
it’s only me, all alone in this hell
there is nothing here for me now
what is there to look forward to?
only moments to look back on and regret
all these wrongs, i’ve tried to forget
it wouldn’t change a thing, if i just left it all
and went on my way, in the darkest fall
i’m sure nobody here would miss me
just silenced mouths that would try to convince me
but there’s no words to come out
because you don’t want me here anyway
you’ll never bleed the same colour i bleed
and you don’t want what i’ll always need
"Pools" 7 - 2 - 05
i wish to move
but i cant
i wish to express
and only rant
i long to feel
but nothing's real
and i desire
to quickly expire
tearing a path
over the dirt
this moist salt
pats my shirt
and sobs are heard
only by walls
and desires are echoed
by hollow walls
once more i beg
for a reply
as the world dims
i stare with pool-eyes
the dim light bending
giving me hope
but it's rays only magnify
the steep, downward slope
hands meant for loving
now only console
as the pools drain
into a voidal hole
now numb and prepared
absolutely resolute
the heart fills with despair
and actions become acute....