Worlds (Part 2) (Old FB Stuff)

While thinking of worlds and worrisome notions
of past heart's destruction and present's fixation
And rummaging rummaging through nostalgia's collection
A thought chimes out,

"I need a new world"

Strikes like a siren, first loud then numb
a painful realization, soon turns to conclusion
bringing forth heavy glances at life and love and why
I have discovered that that world was not big enough
for you and I

So I amble about
making sand castles
kicking dust in the wind
building, burning bridges

And in this little shell, that was once filled with life
is not but crushed rocks, and knick knacks, and strife

So packing my bag and waving goodbye
I pretend to hear cheering
instead of my cry
I look around, back turned, for one final moment
then exit stage left, for new horizons, that look most imposing

I embark with the intensity that comes
from bullet through chamber explosion,
Running from erosion
fleeing from corrosion

feeling wind against my skin again
Flying through the darkness
fearing what my heart missed
breathing in the sea mist

I stop. And look. and what do I see?

An utter completeness
In a world that was made for me

Worlds (Old FB Stuff)

Well, while thinking on worlds and worrisome notions
Of past heart's delight and present's forgotten
And rummaging rummaging through nostalgia's collection
A thought just dawned,

"I wasn't meant for their world"

Troubling sounding, rolling off the lips,
I fear not it's ire, sound, or lament
For not Death, sentenced for we
More liken to a tune not befitting to our melodies

Yours, not bad, not even a bit
In fact seeming wonderful, a grand jubilant
How I wish my stringed whosit, my unique instrument
Could enter your company, could enjoy your accompaniment

So with a sigh I do leave you
Though no tear to shed
If we do meet once again
Be it then my greatest delight
If not, alas (woe upon woes),
There however are no mortal perils
No breakings or tearings or big detonations

Just the emptiness of an emptiness
In a world where I do not belong

-A Friend

Nostalgia (Old FB Stuff)

Nostalgia is a funny thing.
It allows you to look at things past and realize what once was.
And implications of the changes that abound come forth, brought to light by contrasting then and now.

It really is strange.
How one can leave without leaving, to be five feet from something and on a different continent simultaneously.
And all this time being away I thought that I couldn't come back

So now the question:
Can I really come back?
Can this soul be as it once was, like scraping rust from the kettle
Or like shining light in a once forgotten room

Does it need to be as it once was at all?
Or is this the next progression
Like a tornado to rally the town
The murder to show people they need to love one another
The death that helps us see a need for life
The Christ that showed us how it is to live.

Essentially, what I'm trying to say is that nostalgia is a funny thing and that I seem to be back.

Talk to you soon,
M.

Needle

needles poking holes
in the surface
of me
tearing when their
sharp intrusions
come together so very
tightly
Why is it then in the onset of the needle
puncture
that I find myself enjoying the beauty
that comes when life wakes
these limbs up
and I find that the waking of arms and legs
is much more satisfying than the numb.

Sun

You caress my face
delving, diving, dipping
Surging through my veins
Guided like missiles to pierce my soul

Release

And now I remember how it was
I remember the when before the snow
When sun shine wasn't a commodity
In short supply

Refresh

I love how you make me feel as though
You know what I need
And I cannot say anything in response
To your glorious love

Renew

Oh how I love the thaw that comes after the
Chilling cold departs
But, subsequently, I must love the winter
Because without it, there would be no thaw to look forward to

I'm ready for summer

Freedom

Oh Freedom
You are Love like none other
Like bread to the starving
Like life to the dying
Like all that is good in this broken place

How I love the way that you hold my hand
How you embrace
How you give me want to roam your land
How your wind touches my face

I feel as if I'm floating over an abyss
Looking into obliteration
Not feeling damnation but, instead,
That most wondrous sense of
Satisfaction

Why is it that You give me hope when I don't deserve such luxury?

Symphony in Repose

No more motion
Rest is the motivation
Living in 1st gear
Has never been so
Moving

To be without
Shows what with which we have
Loving living
All the true things of life
Can only truly be seen
While away

I thank you for brakes
For allowing us the understanding of velocity
So we can revel in the lack thereof

God is in those quiet moments, bidding us sleep