STOP!
Listen . . .
Can you hear it?
"What am I supposed to be hearing?" the old man asks.
Exactly!
The old man stares at me with a puzzled look on his face.
This is what they said could never happen
Physically impossible
Unheard of
The moment everything stops
Time stands still
And only you and a few select people
Are chosen to be in it
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Banshee Cries and You Decide . . .
A cross roads
Take this one or take that one
One leads you to what you want
The other gives you what you have
Which one will you choose
The banshee cries to the moon
As the time comes upon you to decide
You watch as a creatures gather
You look into their glowing eyes
Searching for answers
Do you take the easy way out?
You sit and think in your throne
While the dirt and sand swirl around you
Creating a shield one does not dare to penetrate
You weigh your options
Of the cross roads
Not sure which way to go
What if you choose wrong?
Will you be able to go back?
The banshee cries again
Waiting for your word
Which way will you go?
Only the banshee will ever know
Take this one or take that one
One leads you to what you want
The other gives you what you have
Which one will you choose
The banshee cries to the moon
As the time comes upon you to decide
You watch as a creatures gather
You look into their glowing eyes
Searching for answers
Do you take the easy way out?
You sit and think in your throne
While the dirt and sand swirl around you
Creating a shield one does not dare to penetrate
You weigh your options
Of the cross roads
Not sure which way to go
What if you choose wrong?
Will you be able to go back?
The banshee cries again
Waiting for your word
Which way will you go?
Only the banshee will ever know
The Dove's Message . . .
For you my heart
Drenched in my tears
And wrapped in my skin
I hold out
I surrender my mind
For there is nothing more to think about
I have exhausted the options
There is nothing I can do
My arms and legs are bound
And tied to your own
As i give away my mortal corpse
In exchange for my soul
And as I end this
I tie the rope to the dove's foot
Whisper in her ear "fly to my love."
Release her for my hands
And watch as she disappears into the night sky
Drenched in my tears
And wrapped in my skin
I hold out
I surrender my mind
For there is nothing more to think about
I have exhausted the options
There is nothing I can do
My arms and legs are bound
And tied to your own
As i give away my mortal corpse
In exchange for my soul
And as I end this
I tie the rope to the dove's foot
Whisper in her ear "fly to my love."
Release her for my hands
And watch as she disappears into the night sky
Thursday, July 8, 2010
The Decision . . .
Pins are being spiked into my skin,
One by one into each open gash,
I have made on myself.
How can a good thing come out of such excruciating pain?
The gashes bleed out dripping, seeping, draining,
The pigment from my already translucent skin,
Staining the pavement for all to see.
Will I gain anything from giving this gift that slowly kills me?
As the color drains from my world,
The greyscale of the storm sets in,
And I tremble in my captivating corpse.
What do I do to keep myself distracted from the constant reminders of you?
I brace myself for the tsunami of emotion
Throw up my invisible shield an bolt in the other direction,
Hiding from the nightmare I can't escape.
One by one into each open gash,
I have made on myself.
How can a good thing come out of such excruciating pain?
The gashes bleed out dripping, seeping, draining,
The pigment from my already translucent skin,
Staining the pavement for all to see.
Will I gain anything from giving this gift that slowly kills me?
As the color drains from my world,
The greyscale of the storm sets in,
And I tremble in my captivating corpse.
What do I do to keep myself distracted from the constant reminders of you?
I brace myself for the tsunami of emotion
Throw up my invisible shield an bolt in the other direction,
Hiding from the nightmare I can't escape.
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