A Journal of Sorts
"inside my skin there is this space it twists and turns, it bleeds and aches inside my heart there's an empty room it's waiting for lightning, it's waiting for you and i am wanting, and i am needing you here inside the absence of fear" ~ Jewel ~ April is gone, May arrives only memory survives tracks of tears I've forgotten why I cried I have burned, and I've learned we don't always know when the world turned but the changes keep on changing even when they are denied and the story of the life you live is written in the way we give and what we remember from who and what died yesterday's gone, today arrives only memory survives and healing is when you've forgotten who lied brave old world where have you gone, you've left me here to carry on, alone and burning out on disappointment and betrayal trying wih all my might to believe love was not meant to fail... even in jail (rhymes with pale, pail, gale, gail, mail, male, female, sail, sale, and assayal... if you want perfection you must think I have a tail, alas, alack, when in truth all I really have is a tale... and something called forgiveness too rarely tried because too much importance is placed on pride and wasted energy trying to control the slide instead of just relaxing to enjoy the ride fickle philosophy has made a fool of me so many times that without rhymes life would be a morbid tragedy instead of a flippant comedy full of irreverence, follies and furies... and when I am gone I wonder if I will be missed (and . . . at this moment, as the words are flowing more smoothely and abundantly than they have in weeks, a all comes, an momentary emergency and I must drive out... real or memorex?... time out, anyway... irony, at least, huh? J . o O ( tic . toc . tic . toc ) O o . and back again... emergency resolved and that good warm fuzzy slightly frustrated and lonely but wonderfully wonder-filled wonderful feeling that makes life worthwhile (at least for me) passes through this night... for me, it most easily comes from helping someone... and that's what life's about... life goes in one direction no matter how hard we try for correction from birth it is one long slide truth is truth no matter how well you hide and for all the time wasted you can hope you can laugh about it and go ooops... after you've died J |
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