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| June 16th, 2020

Long, long ago was a boy who lived inside his head,
It was a world of countless tales, a million trinkets, half-sung songs
and a fire of a thousand hued flames to keep the world away
For when he stepped into the world, he missed the warmth and comfort of it
and often fled from the shades of life to its embrace

I wonder if I could say one thing to that lonely child who lived inside his head today,
What lesson could I teach?

The world is what is known, what is unknown, and what is believed

Philosophy is pointless
Many important things have no point

Potential is a thing that is unknown
but is believed
Thus it is the world
until it is known not to be

You think your desert safe
for there is no one else there
but the oasis holds your reflection
and that demon awaits

Those that love you fear for you
and those that fear you
will hate you
even if you fear for them

These are the things that were unknown that I now know or believe

But there is one thing that is true

There is a profound emptiness
in measuring
the length and width
of a beautiful thought

It’s just funny the way life echoes and echoes and echoes… Whim becomes premonition, patterns extend and flow… the tempo separates sorrow from exaltation… breath out worry and breath in joy… and stories swirl around you ready to be plucked from the air.

The Promise

| February 8th, 2017
I hear the echoes,
I hear the chimes of madness,
I feel my warmest thoughts float idly by
The wisps of passion’s smoke arises from the ashes,
The smell of decaying roses after they die
See my reflection,
A weeping smile greets me sadly,
I touch my lips in shock and disbelief,
I look into my hollow stranger’s eyes,
I search my face in hope of some relief
I’m crying
Inside I feel such wonderment
and pride
I hold your promise
And then it all just slips away.
I pray for comfort,
I seek some solace in my darkness,
That covenant swallowed by a deafened void
I wonder which lonely road I should follow
A splintered compass, a vellum map destroyed
I sleep in silence,
A nightmare, cold without relief,
A restless place without so much a dream,
I question whether I should seek the lotus blossom,
I wonder if I should drink of Lethe’s stream,
I’m dying in pride,
I feel such emptiness,
I cried, I held your promise,
And it all just slipped away,