All ye Tremble

I fear Fear.

I fear
being left,
Forgotten, with no one there
To find me.
I fear
getting lost
from myself, and
Never finding my way back again.
I fear
having no one
To keep me company
In the unyielding dark.
I fear
loosing my most cherished,
and never being able to
Reveal what is
To the others.
I fear
the others, and
Letting them see my unseen
Reflection.

But yet, I have no fear
Of being left by lonesome,
In the mindful quiet
Isolated from The others,
Keeping myself the company
For which I crave,
tracking my own path,
Through the thicket
That is the journey
Of this life…

Who knows really knows the way?
The path for which their destiny lays, and
Where they will end
When they have nothing left, but the
Fear that I fear.

Who really knows?

On the Other Side of the Unseen

The sun bowed,
Head hung in the comprehension
Of true aching pain,

A witness to its radiation
through Her,
shutting down
her inner luminescence

She sits gazing,
in agony,
Waiting for the new day
When rays of golden light
will rise and
shed sunlight on
Her disheartened face

The pain,
It will reveal to her
Is only as real as you
Make it,
just like the fear

And should you feel
The need;
The determination
To overstep its bounds,

On the other side
Is where it lingers
Waiting to rise;
Should the choice
be made.

To free herself from the pain,
And instead, let the hopeless
love of those surrounding her
redeem her wings, and
finally allow her to
fly past the blinding
sunset.

Perched above It all

I sit
Perched on this branch
Watching the world pass
Underneath me

It is constantly changing
Evolving
In to something better
Or worse depending
On your point of view

I sit
Watching a child
Riding a bicycle
Then fall
Off her pedestal and
skin her knee

I sit
Watching the man play Frisbee
With his golden ray of sunshine
The apparent bond present between the
Two

I watch the woman
Caring tenderly for her
Kin, the blood of her blood,
With strong hands and a
Nurturing heart

I sit and watch

Am the outsider looking in?
Or a foreigner
because they look
at Me as the outsider and
won’t let me in
To their lives
Their hearts
Their world.

Me? I am the watcher
Of this existence,
With no place it in.

Quote of the Day

"I put the FU in FUN!" - 4/29

"If the phone doesn't ring, It's me." - 4/30
-Jimmy Buffet

"Love your enemies. It makes them so damned mad." - 5/1
-P.D. East

"Maybe this world is another planet's hell." - 5/2
-Aldous Huxley

"I wonder if illiterate people get the full effect of alphabet soup?" - 5/3
-Jerry Seinfeld

"Never under any circumstances take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night." - 5/4
-Dave Barry

I Used to be Here

I’m never looking down,
only ahead
allowing me to be born out of places.

At every sunrise, we are born again,
Through the shining and glittering light:
It is through this that life goes on, but
sadly, part of me is missing-
and I do not know what it is.

I am sorry for nothing,
And I thought it was easy but
I still wanted to turn
back, apart from the people I love

you made it look so easy
never making a mistake
and never trying things anew
A promise to those all around
that everything is worth the while:
the long, hard, blistering while,
is easy

When it’s not

But you had a secret,
The secret that made life go on,
that made the world turn.

That secret was in your eyes
Those same eyes which,
made the decision to never turn back.

My Prophet of Doom

Tearing me apart
is the sadness
the emptiness
you left in the negative space
surrounding me

What I know
Or knew is gone, and
all I am left with is pieces
crushed, jagged pieces of what is/
was a beautiful lie

A lie, which was contagious,
Like the laughter of an innocent child
but in no way,
yet every way alike

A lie that I did not know was planted
Until its devastation was over and done with
Yet, just beginning

Was it worth it?
To feel encompassed by
loneliness
sadness
loss
And desolation

Although it doesn’t seem like it…
It was.
For now I am
forced to move on
to proceed despite misery
present because of you and
Your non-existence.

Where do I go from here?
Nowhere.
I cannot see any future,
nowhere but bleak desolation
Because all that I have,
All that i'm left with…
is Cynism, the only comfort,
the only solace that will
Take me.

Where will you go from here?
Everywhere
with everyone
While I sit here
Looking, but not seeing…

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