Defined

I'm a man with a plan

...you may not understand...

And, though, I'm not always be right...

...my future is still bright...

People always ask me,

"What is going on? You seem to be confused or amused, Everything alright?"

It's harder for to me to say every day and night...

...that my life is just a maze, the journey I won't fight...

Now, I'm the definition of the misconception

The one you always lean when you need reflection

But, still, I'm tossed aside when you don't need protection...

...I know I'm not a victim, but you're not higher...

...So if you stand there... you'll only fuel my ire...

I'd never cry to you

That should say something, but you're interrupting again...

What is that you want?

I can just no longer be here...

...it's time for me to have another dream you can haunt...

What is going on? Is everything alright?

I'm being here talking to someone who isn't there...

Now, is this because I'm the definition of the misconception?

The one you'll always lean when you need reflection

But, I'm just tossed aside when you don't need protection...

...I'm not a victim, but you're not higher...

...So if you stand there... you'll just fuel my ire...

Emotion-filled Shimmer

When I look back on the winding road...
...in the fog that is my mind...
You asked me how we got here...
...and I thought of it in rhyme...

For years, my life was a burden...
...massive weights upon my shoulders...
'Til I realized who my friends were...
...those masses turned to pebbles from giant boulders...

Amongst the carnage left from problems...
...of which I had no control...
I became a better person...
...from the strengthening of the soul...
And, although I was a stronger person...
...that didn't matter much to most...
They treated me almost lesser...
...almost all the new friends turned to ghosts...

More carniage, more danger, more cold and lonely nights...
...more sadness, more madness, more time for me to write...

When I was filling my self-loathing...
...out of the blue came someone new...
...with a brilliant mind and stunning looks...
...for the first time, I knew I'd make it through...

Out of the darkness came a shining light...
...and from the shimmer there came you...
With an open mind and open ears...
...my being felt renewed...

It's only the beginning of the path sundrenched with light...
...and, though, this part seems all too perfect...
...there's more darkness still in sight...
We cannot let future dictate what could happen in the now...
...this relationship will never perish...
...that's my promise, that's my vow...

How long must I wait?

Spin you around and reel me in...
It's hard to keep track of the path we've been...
We've been over it once, we've been over it twice...
We've been running in circles, no real ending suffice

It's hard to go forward,
When you're standing there still...
Even harder to say,
When the dream is impossible to fulfill...
My mouth is agape,
Waiting for the right words to come...
Lord knows, I can't say them now,
The time has past all too long ago.

What do you do when the train's already past?
How long do you wait there; how long do you stand?
I know I missed the 11:02, but I'll keep pacing here waiting...
...not knowing quite what to do

My chance was moment in time long ago
Waiting in the past, my current loves will outgrow...
...the waiting and endless of my wandering mind...
...the breaking and tearing of my too unique kind...

I search in the mirror and in there I know
The past of the future I will never bestow

...and never a sliver... and never a chance...
...and never a spell to awaken my trance...

It's time to leave this station, my ride is all but gone...
...time to find another transport from which my love will be drawn...

Sooner or Later...

Sooner or Later...
Category: Writing and Poetry

These moments are hailing in sandstorms…

…sooner or later the choices are mine…
To cover and hide from the fright of the norm…
…or embrace, open armed, the silence of the light

Bright eyed and blue jeaned…

…standing in the doorway…

…contemplating the reality of their next step…

In sightlines for a moment…

…but a fixture in your memory for days…

…Don't kick yourself, child…

…if it was meant to be, one of you would've made the move…

These moments are forever dripping from the heavens…

…you chance to escape the doldrums of your world and face the Earth anew…

…sooner or later the choices are mine…

For now, not casting a vote allows me to breathe…

Nose buried deep inside the binding of the book…
…as if to digest and retain every last image of information…

Sacred are the words that cling to the paper…

…praise be the pen, God's instrument from the soul…

…forever mightier than the sword…

These moments are a stomach punch to the heart…

…debilitating to the core…

The option was mine to take, but I'll forever keep my dreams inside my being…

…sooner or later the choices are mine…

The mantra from the head convincing my soul…

…when I should have known all along that the choices were always mine to take…

She can't make it hard enough for me...

…it's hard enough for me to believe I shot…
It was already my choice before I woke from my morning slumber…

…I chose to be afraid, to be timid, to not show my true feelings… my true self…

…I chose to let my choices control my demeanor, control my thoughts…

I chose to live the dreams in my head and cast reality aside…
…and when I finally decided to take that chance...

…to not be afraid, to not be timid and show you who I was…
…the moment was gone… forever

And again I'm not left unnoticed…

…I'm left again to my choices…

Pleading Prayer

I'm motionless and mindless

Watching my world float beyond my sightlines

There's not a wish in the universe under my control

...but I walk these steps as if I'm letting everyone down

I'm tragic and hopeless

Begging all too often for forgiveness

Apologizing every moment for the circumstances of fate

When I'll never see a handshake when the victory pulls through

I'm a melodic voice of a reason

Singing the sirens song from treason

My number is always on call

...and if you shall fall...

...I'll be on my way tuning my strings...

Whether it is known or not,

The people I love prey inability to control my willingness to be a hero

...a martyr, a saint...

I've realized it all comes down to one thing in this world

...and it's what makes us the most human

When it comes down to it,

All we want is to love and be loved...

...nothing else matters...

And, baby, if you have that opportunity...

...you do everything you can to make it work...

Never be afraid to feel...

...or to say how you feel...

...because once you stop doing that, it's over...

...and gone forever...

Be as honest as you can and things will be alright.

Trying to make things work for other people,

Is just about a million times worse than lying to yourself...

...and it hurts two million times worse, too...

In the end, you'll know what's right,

But it's hard to follow through...

So, think a moment and search your heart...

...and it will tell you exactly what to do