its timeI think that is time that I said goodbye.
For not another day goes by that I don't want to succumb.
It's time for me to walk away
Before my thoughts run astray.
I've raised my electric barb wire fences.
And my heart it tightens and winces
As my emotional consciousness tenses .
I want you to remember,
That what I saw was free.
It pulled me out from under.
Woke me from my slumber.
Now I'm blind from what I've seen.
There was nothing there between us.
Now that I can see.
My heartbeat becomes nothing.
There is no use for any fussing.
I know it was just lusting.
But it saddens me all the same.
It time to fade into the darkness.
And its comfortable surroundings.
It blankets me from any shame.
As I peer out I wonder,
Why is it always the same?
The sorrow it ligers forever.
Although it can be tamed.
Because I hunger for the pain.
There are remnants of timeThere are remnants of time when even you can't asphyxiate me.
On these occasions I wish my heart wasn't mine.
For every instance that my empathy felt full of grime.
hearts get broken even in there prime..... I am used to mine ripping all the time.
I can't kiss her goodbye.. although I wish I could have tried.....
But I don't want to risk it to pry.
So my spirit weakens as I sigh.
So do I tell her a lie?
Never did I want her to fly?
My heart is does desolate me for I do not know why
This phenomenal feeling it now dies.
My lament is experiencing a momentary failure
as I lay overcome with wretchedness
I grasp the perception that my souls empty inside
My essence cant vent me.
twenty six seventyBeyond the horizon in a far away town, tranquility engulfed the minds and souls of the peaceful loving community that resided there. A town, like most others, that was a striving, productive, law abiding, God fearing society. On special occasions and during holiday seasons the homes were all bejeweled in fancy twinkling lights. Lawn ornaments were displayed with semimetal passions and the windows were all adorned with festival pictures and each of them was decorated with bliss and fidelity. The sounds of children joyfully playing engulfed the city streets. From the children enjoying the hilarity of hide and go seek to the kids ecstatically competing in a friendly game of flag football serenity overwhelmed all emotion. Each family circle integrated together and interrelated with one another with such a synthetic but advanced exuberance that kind of makes one feel that they are watching a spiraling amplification of a fifties sitcom. Could it be? Has this rural community found nirvana?