apersonaljourney – stories of love

Is it really saying something,

so profound,

so underscored

we switch gears

trying to hang on,

lost on yet another

wander

down the high school waves

of inspiration and derision.

I wish I could

speak directly

rather than

some veiled facade.

Seems getting a word in edgy,

is clarity speaks to

a constant scrutiny in our lives.

Who is the imposter,

or are we meant to always

stand alone.

Ramblings of the mind,

can often tell,

the one story.

Thinking it’s crazy to imagine,

is like asking me to

stop writing this passage.

“Blown away,

just like the one winged girl …”

Seems I’m a little bit lost in trying

to find out exactly why

I need to know for sure,

I mean why not just throw that one away.

I tried to write this epic story

one time,

but all I could do was

imagine the words themselves unfolding

without ever really knowing why.

and then he said, try to figure this one out.

I share a lot about my life

and sometimes I don’t mind sharing,

that’s what we do together, right?

We create,

and hope the world will listen,

for fear we miss the beat,

falter upon a thought,

…

On a quiet evening

glance across the sky

the stars alive.

We live a simple life.

for all of our pains

the sky remains the same

at least to us

the naked eye.

What is it

that we all wish,

a simple gesture

a quiet reconciliation.

With our soul

our heart

our eyes

a wish for love.

I put on a good front

to satisfy society,

yet inside there is a stir,

a constant reevaluation,

a notion of discord

I won’t let anyone know.

But what about the truth,

maybe I’m the only one hiding,

everyone else already knows,

I just seem to show up.

Inside my mind,

I travel pretty far

without ever leaving home,

never leaving the starting gates,

always running in motion,

realizing it’s all on me.

Words no longer dance

they find themselves

marooned against

silence,

some sedentary

symbolism

that isn’t really

about anything anymore.

Sitting alone in the dark,

music playing familiar

the same melody,

similar sounds

that remind the soul

something did exist,

some way we might remember

there is a life,

we did once lead.

Now today,

we salvage forward,

being told to move on,

when really

all we have

is what we no longer know.

Say good bye,

even if it felt right,

always difficult

to imagine being beyond

our control,

hanging on with all he could,

always wishing words

had been shared a different way,

a different time,

when life mattered

more than any other reasons.

When love seemed

to land inside our dreams,

to only hold our hearts together,

as eyes searched for their soul.

Seemed life did matter

more than our reality,

yet the decisions we made

helped us encounter the grief

of our lost concept of oneness.

I tried to understand

and days would go by,

the bridges seemed to extend

beyond a concept of love.

There seemed a watery landscape

filled with morning tears.

I could feel this emotion

wracked my mind,

always trying to find

the easier answers

letting the difficult notions,

leave my brain

imagining only the romantic

notions of this love

could drive me further

find my path

wrap her arms around me

once again.

I held her in my hands

one winter’s night

while the world around me

settled into a peace.

I knew then

what love really was,

soft skin,

the sweet perfume

in a lover’s gasp.

My hands flush,

my eyes a certain curiosity

as I hadn’t known

such elegance

in my own silent world.

I held love in my hands

I miss love.

Hold onto these moments,

they might remind you,

of a different time,

one that caused a fury.

That time when we lost,

we forgot how to breathe,

how to believe,

we lost our faith altogether.

There are those thoughts

in mind,

the sort that persecute

our brain.

We live for our moments,

decide how they may play

out in the scheme of things,

the way we are designed.

Hopeful there might be a dream,

we can still think syncs with time.

When two people

reach for the sky,

everything in their grasp

is shared together,

the soft spring morning,

a bitter winter,

the hot sails of summer,

and the reckoning autumn.

Its voices are the anthem

for sharing legacy,

the nature of love,

the quiet of romance,

knowing only their

affections held together

would be the solace

they both deserve

and know and desire.

It is the passion of love,

lets our heart breathe.