Friday, November 19, 2010

The conversation between me and you. Part #1


I can see your face, there on the street corner, sitting at the same table at the same cafĂ©. Day after day, week after week, year after year, this was the beginning of the end for you. I can see your reflection, bouncing off the glass of the window across the street. The smile on your face was lost in time somewhere, and how I desperately wish I could help you find it.  I see your image, painted on the inside of my mind, I see you in real life. These two pictures do not resemble one another. The you that I knew, was left far behind in the race against drugs and popularity. The you I know is gone, the you I see disgusts me. Your oh so generic, with the right costume to play dress up with your equally shallow friends. It’s not that I hate the way you dress, no I actually it turns me on. What I hate is much deeper than that, I hate what you have become. I don’t hate you, I hate what you stand for. That you turned your back on the person that grow up by my side. Change... Your change is something different, this change is a monster. Devouring the soul inside, taking what could have been. 

Can’t you see? I’m still the person you loved, I’m still the person you DO love. The changes, their only cosmetic. Built for the people that need to be impressed. The sacrifices, they’ll all pay off. Give a little here, and in a couple years I can show them all who I really am. And they’ll love it! One fix, one night, it’ll all pay off when these people I barely know now become friends for the rest of my life. Stop judging! It’ll be ok. I can watch out for myself.

You give me excuses. You tell me the reasons. All these things do not matter to me. I’m selfish I know, but the person you have become isn’t happy. All I want is for you to be happy. The things once held close to your heart are now sold. I can not be the one to save you, I wasted to many years wondering when you would learn. I’ll always be here when you need me. When your ready to take off the mask.

What?! How can you say that?! You care, but you won’t stay around? In case you haven’t realized, I’m fine. All that work finally paid off you know. I’m more powerful than you ever could be. People like me, and let’s just say I have people pounding down my door for the things I can do for them. Money in their hand, a wild, wanting look in their eyes, I can control whoever I want. So go ahead, leave. I don’t need you, I never did. Remember all those times? When I said I loved you? I was lying, just so you know. Have a good life, I’ll be busy while your dying.

This? Is that what you call happiness? I don’t see anything worth while in that cave you call your home. I see smoke pour from the cracks, and people lie lifeless on your floor. If that is bliss, I’ll take my misery. The things you said, the way you lied. Falling in love with you is like falling on a bed of nails, both painful and both pierce the heart. The only problem with both, is that after I can not seem to get up. I want you to be ok, I want to see the light return to your eyes. What I see now, reflected in that window, is a dim reminder of what you used to be. I’m closer than you realize, farther from your demise. But the attraction turns you on, the thrill of a life being burned makes you flush. I will never stop loving you, but you already stopped loving me.

I hope you die. That’s all I have to say.

If this is the last, I want you to know. Your star was brighter than mine, your love could have filled an ocean twice. Now, your dying, and there is nothing I can do. So hold on, I’m coming to get you. I’ll fight a thousand demons, swim an ocean of fire and die knowing you were worth it. Brace yourself, I’m entering your hell.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. You’ll die trying to rescue me. I don’t even want your help. I like my world, I control this place. I’d rather rule over ruins. I love my hell.

I can’t seem to breathe. This smoke is choking me. This hell is worse than imagined, a place gone to the demons. Why won’t you take my hand? Why can’t I rescue you? It was so much easier before, and now you won’t even answer my call. This place is dark, much like your fate. I see a sunrise, but you would rather stay ignorant. I won’t subject myself, to this everlasting torment, I need you now. But you already are gone. So when your ready, you know where I am. I’ve told you before. My heart is willing, but my body is weak. I am eternal, but you seek the attention of the meek.

I will not be treated like a little kid. Recognize that you can not do anything for me. I can save myself. I do not need you. My ways are right, because I make the rules. Leave me alone.

So be it. I love you. Goodbye. 

Monday, November 15, 2010

Out on the Balcony

There is a place for me
It's lined with trees
The road is long and straight
And the path leads somewhere I do not know
The sun breaks through the trees in only small patches
So as one walks down the lonely avenue
Patches of gold cross your path
Sometimes another may join me on my walk
Other times I find myself alone
Leaves fall down
Trees grow old
But this place of mine is always here
It's always real
Never fake
So many times I've walked down this road
Thinking of all things that swirl in my head
Figuring out mysteries
Planning speeches I'll never use
It all happens here
On my lonely road
Maybe you have a hill
A mountain top retreat
I have a road
It takes me somewhere
There is a destination at the end
I don't know what that resting place is
But I know it's mine
So I'll see you out on my road
As you stand on your mountain
Or call from the top of the hill
Either way let's take what life gives us
And then run down the pathway

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Let there be stories.

So let's sit before the fire, and hear a great yarn
Tell me of great things and little things
I want to hear tales of the city and I want to hear stories from the barn
Don't stray from this mythical path
Reality doesn't exist here, not even math
Keep true to the spirit of great tales
No lessons of science or history please
I'd rather be caught in a frightful gale
Tell me of magic
Tell me of might
Relay the great fables of war and of night
I want to hear horror
I want to hear love
Just please don't tell me of your christmas gloves
So Im sitting here
And your sitting there
Tell me a story
It's only fair

Thursday, November 4, 2010

I've sat here quite often.

This place seems very familiar to me
There are things and people that I have seen
Places and memories that flood my head
Yet I don't remember a thing
Living a life that was surely my own
Not remembering what or who this man was
Walking through an open country field
The sight of stars overhead cast a light on this path
There is a hill in the distance
A place for rest and deep thinking
The lone tree that breaks the landscape
Rises high above everything else
Like a watch tower on a mountain
The tree keeps watch over all with it's smooth trunk and long, elegent branches
The seat at the base of the tree is unoccupied
And I soon find myself sitting
No tree feels like this one
This entire world seems like home
Brain working in over time
I try and relax
Peace soon floods through my body
It's never been this easy
So questions begin to rise
Why am I here
What Happened
Did I die?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Word O' the Day.

My door is open tonight
It usually stays that way because I hope you'll come home
I want to see your face
To touch your skin
But I know that this wasn't not meant to be
Your gone, and I noticed
But I never quite cared
You left a long time ago
And I was never scared
The thought of you
Is much better than the real person
Because the thought can't hurt me
It won't judge me
No scars will be left
So maybe it's just best if you leave
I wish you safe travels
And the best hopes go to
But never come back
Beacuse the door will be closed.