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The RIGHT KIND OF STRONG IN THE WRONG PLACE

Along the path where I hike
And run I feel the same rocks beneath my soles,
And I inevitably pass by the same isolated puddle.
It sits without the slightest alteration to its size
Or depth, as though it were a fresh wound at an
Inflexible distance from the redemptive power
Of the seasons.

Day by day

If time were art and canvas atonement 
The brush strokes are fewer and fewer

I live in the past; you live in the moment 

But between us we can't find the future
 
I've seen the colours of a thousand painted tears 
I've heard the silence from a thousand lost souls
You've got plans for a thousand years
But I'm only living day by day 
 
At the edge of the desert we finally fall 
The closing play of some masquerade
As the others looked at you in the corner I saw 
A dark figure standing then fading away 
 
I know the paint on the canvas is melting 
I feel the chains now taking their toll
You've got plans for a thousand years 
But I'm only living day by day 
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally from an unpublished song

Dated 4/8/18 

I've been better

Folder: 
Blue

I've had better times
I must admit
The words written by me
Have been sweeter,
On this old pages.
But tonight they're bitter.
Writing reality is better


The raging fire of angered tears
Washes down all the weakness
Burns out the misery
Destroys the soul.
Crying is not always sadness
A fake smile is always pain
Even if that pain hurts you or not


Realize how long it's been
Since your last smile
If you can't remember, run
Run like hell and search
For that piece of you that's missing
It's never too late
But it can't never be too soon


 

For every deep blue shade
There is a tear attached
A troubled heart
A sad song on the background
A coming  wrath
And a hidden solution
I've had better times

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes.. 

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