Monday, November 8, 2010

Real Estate of Mind

Parked outside the house I grew up in
Pausing for a moment in all the memories of a
time when the happiness filled those walls
The refreshing thoughts of being a child living with Mommy and Daddy
We once lived happily together in that house until we didn't.
 

High Ranch, 4 Bedroom, 2 1/2 bath, Marble floors, Eat in Kitchen, Skylights, Large Yard With Huge Upper Deck Off Kitchen

Maybe that's the way it looked in the paper when it went on the market, like an item off the shelf. It probably didn't list how the driveway was big enough to play basketball like I did with my Dad and Brother, or that we planted a tree on the property, which actually still stands today.

It probably won't list that the backyard has great hiding places for hide and seek and spacious enough to play tag. It may not have said that the sidewalks were too uneven to ride your bike, (a lesson I learned the hard way), or how it felt to wake up to the morning smell of a home cooked breakfast.
  
Memories hidden behind a bargain
The transaction is complete
Sign the contract and move in
Owned by doubt
Controlled by pain
Anger rises
Bleed more shame
Shed your colors
Vibrant loss
Live your life and pay the cost
Fading thunder, once was loud
Dying slowly, broken cloud
What is left are pieces strained
Much was lost and nothing gained

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

One More

One more step closer and life may begin
or end in that matter
Lose or Win?
One more inch closer and time may just pause
or go on forever
Effect or cause?
One more foot over and you just might fly
What happens to jumpers
Dead or alive?
One more push harder and you may succeed
or lose all your faith
Heal or Bleed?
One more wish granted, have all you desire
Or drown in your greed
Water or Fire?
One more move taken, you might get there first
or trip over yourself
Lucky or Cursed?
One more word spoken, you might make your point
Will anyone listen
Relieved or Annoyed?
One more road traveled, to wherever you say
A dead end approaches
Proceed or Delay?

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Dusk descends and dawn comes clear
I start to shiver, I know you are near
Although I'm alone, your presence seeps through
and all my attention is planted on you
The candles blow out, the smoke starts to dance
The music you make puts my heart in a trance
I'm holding on so I don't float away
My obsession is something words don't have to say
I'm dying to have you, I'm living for love
This is something I have no control of
I can't do a thing but I don't really mind
At the end of your rainbow who knows what I'll find
The sun will awaken and open her eyes
The voices inside start to comprimise
But you'll still be my motive, my missing half
I'll find you when the clouds clear my path
There will be no more excuses for us to sever
Destiny wants us to be together
So I'll be patient and learn how to wait
Keep my fingers crossed and depend all on fate

Quiet

I like the quiet, it soothes my soul
and tells me things that no one else knows
Silence is pleasure, no one to impress
When there's no pressure to speak
that's when I like it best
I'm breathing with rhythm
the stress floats away
It's easy to manage when there's nothing to say
Time holds no purpose
the seconds just pass
I like the quiet
there's no questions to ask

Black Rose






The smell of death approaches

as I walk across the stones

I'm looking for your name

and I find you all alone



Quiet in your grave

I couldn't hear a sound

Cannot say a word at all

when you're buried in the ground



All I had to say was

"May you rest in peace"

and took out from behind my back

and gift for your decease



A black rose to keep you company

in your deep black darkened hole

black just like the darkness

to decorate your home

Another Day and Night in Hell

I remember this too well
Another day and night in Hell
Where fire can't be stopped by rain
In this nightmare I remain
Trapped by fire surrounding the skies
The orange and yellow take over my eyes
Soon my skin will be no more
My bones will shudder and fall to the floor
There's only one way out and it's covered with bricks
The stench of death is making me sick
I will not plead and start to cry
I am in Hell and I think I know why
I am destined to pain
My purpose is this
I've been put on this earth
to barely exist
But I'd rather burn in Hell
than be a slave
I'll find serenity
alone in my grave