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thoughts for the broken heartedI will walk this path in front of me looking at it as another challenge
a challenge to face one of my biggest fears.
as i sit here contemplating and stewing with many thoughts, one of the biggest ones is why.
The answer is so simple and plain, for a love that hasn't yet died because of a yearning for what had been the highest point in life. Dreams coming true, no worries, no debt a yearning for that so strong that tricks the mind into thinking its still in love when really its in love with the image. going back to it though doesn't mean things will be the same only setting oneself up for more heartache because when you take the dream away what is left?
Some people say relationships are hard work that marriage is hard work, its only hard work when you fall apart and try to pick up the pieces adding strain and stress to everything around you. A relationship should flow easily a relationship should be easy. You have to be happy with who you are to be happy in a relationship
Exciting UnknownI see so many different trees all different shapes sizes and colors.
All i can hear is the wind rustling through the trees and the crunch of the brush beneath my feat,
just wandering through the woods not sure whihc path to take,
wandering through life leads nowhere whispers the wind, you must find
your destiny choose a path and then if you must, start all over again.
That way you learn more about yourself,
then finally will you be able to understand who you are and what your purpose in life is,
the wind stops and i see a path with a gate that is lit with a golden aura.
I walk towards it with a sense of peace,
step beyond the gate and walk on towards the exicting unknown.
Tides of TimeThe Still calm waters of mornings first light,
the fog slowly rises and disipates skyward
revealing the beauty of fall,
the multitude of geese floating across the liquid glass of the hidden lake is
my private sanctuary where no one can bother me,
the muted colors of the trees not quite as vibrant at this hour hour,
there beauty shall be revealed, that which is like a butterfly bursting from its cocoon
another season of life will come to a close while another one begins,
this great circle that we live in is constantly changing,
just as the tides have throughout time.
One With youThe silky smothness of the air
gently carresses as i stare out over the cliff
i see the vast expanse of many lands and oceans
creating a kaleidescope of color
i feel safe here
away from the harshness of the human world
one with nature one with you
understanding the hurt that you go through
as you watch yourself slowly dying each day
i watch it too and am also in pain
i see your beauty everywhere i go
along the path through the forest
the way the light filters through the trees
in the way the furry critters scamper across fields
so free with no worries whatsoever
i want to be free too
and be one with you
Inevitablesometimes i feel like i dont belong here
as the days mold and meld into each other
so quickly i feel like i am suffocating.
i wonder when my life is going to start
i feel stuck in a rut afraid to climb out
and be my own person. not as the person people
see me this is not the real me.
Sometimes i wonder who the real me is. I have
conformed to so many rules and standards that are not me.
I can be me im afraid of rejection something
i have gone through to much in my short life.
I feel a string pulling me now towards the unknown
the inevitable force that guides us all
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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