Jun 26 2013

Starting Anew…With You…???

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It’s quite easy to make the obvious assumption –
That someone like me is born with such gumption…
Without it, I really wouldn’t be able to function –
Seeing as your everyday bullshit is already part of my daily consumption.

I constantly resist this duo of destruction,
Insisting that my bliss cannot be seen as my main malfunction.
You somehow call this tryst a beautiful construction –
Yet I call this shit a catastrophic, volcanic eruption.

Interrupting my natural flow in life,
Abruptly mowing me over with constant strife,
Subtly jabbing my side with your perfectly placed knife –
We’ve created quite the sight – you and I – flaunting an ardor with a refusal to thrive.

***

The very sight of this broken bond leaves my heart heavy and blue,
And it’s the fight we put into what’s left of it that has me wanting to start anew.
Seeking a true light, bleeding gold upon the genuine path in my view –
Leading me to believe some kind of truth…that what’s right truly does lie within you.

Don’t disguise your feelings under those muffled breathings –
Despite broken ties that once left us ruffled and seething…
I’m forgetting all the lies that once bustled beneath all things deceiving,
So I just might shuffle your way tonight, instead of normally leaving.

You’ve got me dreaming again, and to an amazing extent.
It means a lot when my stars are gleaming and the darkness descends…
It seems to you I’m not bringing to the table all you might expect –
So stop thinking I’m meaning to phase you out in a last ditch attempt.

***

There’s no exception to the rule when talking boundaries and its flexibility –
I feel my actions are a reflection of past duels, still affecting the proud in me.
My interactions aren’t meant to fuel the fire or even the loud in me –
I still cower at my own reactions, both brazen and brash…a perpetual quandary.

Even if this fragmented harmony has been recreated from aspects of our past,
I still believe that Fate truly has plans to perfect our second chance.
Bringing about patience and appreciation that last time we severely lacked –
Working to achieve happiness by alleviating every prior defect, so vast.

This is what starting over is all about, don’t you think?…
Charting forbidden territory that once made our hearts sink…
Arming ourselves for the inevitable before even given the chance to blink…
Because you know you’re on the brink of ironing out each remaining kink…

Too good to be true, what do you think?

***

One would be crazy not to consider the possibility of ultimate disaster…
Our actions, each one hasty, are carelessly juggled upon the hands of disruption and laughter.
Both desperately trying to hold on, our fingers manage to slip from all we’ve endured –
We only know to keep racing faster, chasing right behind the person presently in first.

No longer thorough in our thoughts before taking part in each day’s latest act –
You’re now stronger, remaining steady, and confident in living life without looking back.
Your songs to her are now confessions; romanticisms promptly hurled blindly into pure black –
Despite the unsettling sensation of the unknown, you’ve learned that it is her that keeps you intact…

***

Now, my friend, you know your sentiments for sure…

…That you are hers, and she is yours…
…And this new, pristine view is precisely the scenery you’ve been searching for…
…That this unflawed hue, presently painting your days the color of magnificence and more…
…Will complete your masterpiece by bringing reality to your dreams, singing truth to fairy tale galore…

After all, happy endings don’t merely exist amid fairytales and overactive imaginations –
Boundless love such as this flourishes between two kindred souls, both enchantingly captivated
Each of us dreams of the day we’ll meet our soul mate, the one destined to complete our engagement
Only time will tell if such astounding aspirations and fantasies are made true for our own amazement

Hearts

Hearts

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Jun 26 2013

Mark My Words

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Mark my words – you won’t soon forget me…
My eyes aren’t nearly as piercing as the daggers I’ll be leaving.
If it was up to me, the whole world would witness your bleeding –
You’d be left begging for a second chance I won’t grant, believe me.


Can’t you see this isn’t what I planned it to be?
Honestly, I know you were once a fan of me,
but this ranting phantom seems to enchant the best of me;
Leading the rest of me to confess words I’m guessing will later need recanting…


…don’t you see?!…


It’s not by chance that you manage to stand me and this tandem…
I dance around the idea of emotions programmed at random.
I’ll forever demand to know the cards you’ve been handling,
because I need to cover my own heart before we resume battling.


I know you all too well, my friend – shall we begin the dismantling?
Here you go, take this strand and commence the unraveling.
Exposing my every wound and scar, each strange and baffling
All shaded darkly and predisposed to its own tinge of blackening.


It’s these darker aspects that always prove to be the most challenging,
because when I aim to create sunlight, I find myself left scavenging.
Hope isn’t the only thing I’ve managed to keep up on damaging –
Since I live savagely, a large part of me has slowly started vanishing.


You see, it’s my angel and my devil I feel the need to continue balancing –
It’s both the moral and corrupt within me that I seem so far from tackling.
Just when I think I know precisely what it is that’s been happening,
I’m back to handling moments of chance and life’s games of high stakes gambling.

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Dec 01 2011

Adventures of the Old and New

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I don’t think I ever told you…
But when I see a sunset, I sometimes think of you.
Of memorable trips to places you had never been as a kid –
And the beautiful moments created by your desire for us to live.

 

I remember sparkling bodies of water and dazzling destinations –
I remember sand dunes that stretched for days and resembled the Appalachians –
I remember long, never-ending drives that always landed us somewhere profound –
Even though the complaints from us kids was enough to make anyone turn around.

 

Growing older makes me even more appreciative of what I had then –
You always loved taking us places that we had never been.
I wish I had soaked up every last moment and cared less about the trivial instead.
If I could go back in time, I would tell you each day what I should have said then…

 

Dad – there is no man quite like you, or will there ever be –
And just because I didn’t say it before only means I couldn’t yet see…
That you stand for so many brilliant and amazing things –
It was always you and mom that pushed us to strive for our dreams.

 

You always knew us to be better than we saw ourselves,
You were always right about our shortcomings and when we needed help.
And just because I didn’t always listen to you or take your advice,
Doesn’t mean, not in the slightest, that I didn’t silently know you were right.

 

I just think it took some time for me to see what I actually had –
A wonderfully exquisite man, and best friend, who is also my incredible dad.
I wouldn’t dare give up what we share today, nor take a trade for the world in exchange.
I can’t rewrite history or erase past days, for all I can do is start with a fresh, new page.



Dad and I

Dad and I


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