When The Rain Comes In (Each Raindrop A Thought)

I see everything, the world around me, as songs and poems. I don't think people understand me, at all, and nor do they need to, but it just complicates a man's road at times. Why justify what is clearly special dust? I break hard but it's hard to break.

The more I travel around, the more I see there are simply women everywhere, of all kinds of shapes and sizes, and hearts and faces, all kinds of ways that they possess, and they are woven into every single little thing. And breathe...

Have you ever thought about waking up in the morning and doing everything differently, of breaking the routine? What drove you not to? Was it fear, or committments, or you just didn't know how to carve a path that wasn't thrust into your way? Propel me to do something, from my own heart, not the chasm from whence others force advice upon us.

I hurt so much from missing you, and for so long. I've thought recently that I'd never make it back to see you again. That none of my life had been real, it was just an intense series of dreams. Maybe that isn't far from the truth, and how will we ever really be sure of anything.

Emptiness

You are emptiness, my friend. Like a magnificent castle standing before us, with nothing inside. There is so much you could be, but alas, the failure is so precise and sweet. All these roads of communication and you slip by the wayside, lost forever to us. To contemplate, and if I truly did disappear, forever from view, that emptiness would echo, and hollow out the giant chasm of your blindness further.

You are emptiness, personified. Trapped and gutless, ruthlessly tragic, never a moment for those, when all they ask is a hand. The strings and bows, only serve to augment your selfishness, an eternity of shores. When you think yourself warm and tender you are only hiding, you are sleeping at night on the pillow of comfort, with half your blessings clouded. Nothing is further from you than the greatness you shift uneasily away from.

I pity those who deny all that made them, shallow waters won't hide the body lying there. When the body is gone forever, may its ghost haunt those who showed a shoulder.

Forget Me Not

I slip through the cracks, hide behind walls, and you think I am gone forever. You don't see me as I am, unexpected I'd say it now is that that might ever occur. Alas, I send messages telepathically whether you ever receive them or not. They are out there. It isn't my error if you fail to know what you have, what exists. Wait until you awake from some coma of dreaming I shall not, for I expect you to never emerge. You are consumed, with all that you are, little is reserved for beyond your precious bubble.

Forget me not, I think, knowing it has already come to pass. I have to battle further than my heart allows, perhaps I can only attain it from the sleeping organ. As long as you are okay, don't spare a thought. Those without water, those without paradise, without food and love, those with disease, well, they would probably pine a moment of your attention, to acknowledge they breathe, perhaps then we would all be free. We might help somebody, though it isn't necessary, and in that find the answers. I don't need much, but you created a mountain out of a molehill of me.

Goodbye, for now, for now, goodbye.

That Woman

I just stood, walking around her, all around her, checking the angles. I didn’t need to touch her; she was a work of art. She was all for the eyes, to go beyond that would just shatter the illusion. Oh, her black leather jacket and long brown hair, her NY T-shirt, her black Wellington boots and jeans that highlighted her beautiful figure, and her porcelain white skin and delicate features.

Yes, to know how she moved, what she smelled of, even the taste of her, well, that would have been great too, but she was priceless, surely more stunning to simply observe.