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Send me your tears. I can drink them all With tolerance and grit. No more will I sit In a puddle of you. Tomorrow has come And warm I awake And my heart truly quakes With the seismic thunder As I emerge from under The rumble and grime And know now's the time That she has me. That she saves me. My mirror. My beacon. My time tested wall And my sea worthy vessel. To the ends of the earth I will sail And say Today. Today I am new. And I owe it to you.
A new train rolls through Like the ticket home A sense of relief An end of pain And although it rains It does not pour. Not anymore. For the steam that drives This new heart of mine Puffs quickly in time With the rhythmic chime Of the rest of the story. Love is lovelier so they say And so I say And so today I am new.
Be a good person, but don’t waste time proving it.
(via oceane-water)
Closure?
Last night I dreamed that you were leaving town on a plane so I bought a ticket for the next available flight just so I could get in. I found you in the airport and begged you not to go. I grabbed you to hug you. You whispered in my ear "I'm sorry." Then you pushed me back, shot me in the chest and used my own hand and my own blood to write "It's Over" on the wall. And then I woke up.
Tempered Heart
The tears are salty as I suck them in with gasps of laughter, Running ‘round in circles only wanting to chase after you But knowing that I’d only drown myself in my own heavy drops And fall face down and make mud in the dust. A futile sprint behind a train Though I know another will show up again. But I left my hat on the first one. Before I slow to a jog I trip and fall and the steel burns my cheek. Each running teardrop sears and sizzles On the glowing flesh and cools it quickly leaving a temper. Each tear that rolls makes my face harder. Each saline drop makes my heart smarter. Brush off my suit and turn around And then walk slowly back to town To find myself a ticket for that next train. Each day that passes builds the search And slowly hope has come to perch It’s feathered feet on my shoulder “Inquire Within,” reads the sign, “to get back on the railroad line,” And so I stood and grabbed the handle. It was warm. And I pushed the door and stepped inside And looked around and picked a chair And today you’ll find me sitting there, still waiting in the ticket line But moving step by step toward the next steam engine.
Today I heard a scratchy voice from deep within my gut Garbley and visceral it sounded like a threat Until it gasped a breath of fresh clean air As it surfaced from the drowning It's concrete shoes were shattered, The fish sleep alone tonight. It's voice was choked but powerful And let out such a cry That my sunburned skin began to swell and shiver. An ocean rescue left to me I saw the shark It swam right by, But I heaved the mirror in. And with a voice like shattered glass It told me what it had seen And made me swear that it would never have to go back again. But looking glass I had no choice For how else was I to see That the man over board, The one to be rescued, That bobbing man was me.
Sigh of Recovery
Don't sit idle and look at me. Don't do me that injustice. Consolation is a gift but pity is a chore. It does not help a garden grow to tell it you're sorry that it isn't. But rather send it smiles of hope and second hand optimism. Joy is more contagious than sympathy is soothing And where sympathy can grow great mass, Joy has an appreciating value. So joyful heart of gold, May you find your way to my scale. So it may balance with my own, Though it may be clad in mail. Unmeld the links that weave An iron curtain on my spirit. And know that with each gentle smite, A new life you will give me. And balanced then without iron's weight Our golden hearts will see no tarnish. And our love will keep them polished Always glistening in joy.
Got caught up on some reading… by Trackosaurus Rex Via Flickr: and drinking last week!
I'm so excited about the summer weather on the front porch. There is no better place broiled by the sun.
Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little.
Charles Bukowski, Post Office (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Alone is not a lonely place. It doesn't have to be. Your time with you is clearly all the time you have To know who you are with. Without yourself you cannot be Truly in anyone's arms And time will surely prove That you are your greatest charm And if your love should have no charm Then start your search at the mirror For why would anyone love you Unless you first do too?
You are to me an intoxicant that has possessed my heart and my soul and you play such a role as endorphins to fuel my passion. And now the withdrawal is severe and intense and the pain is so real. But I sit here and shiver and each passing shudder, each chilly convulsion squeezes you out of my mind and my spirit allowing it then to produce its own joy and the fog on the mirror is fading and the picture will soon be clear. And I'll be here and I'll know what I am and my heart will pump its own blood through the veins and the very capillaries of my being. I will be the title character in the feature length film in production. And when the credits role, beside my name it will read "As himself."
After the headache on this trip I've decided that if I was in Louisiana, I'd be called Cant Catchetrain.
Weather Report
Check the Doppler to see how I'll feel. Ninety percent chance of anxiety for the next three days. 7.0 through my gut as I wonder what will cave. Is it enough to tell myself I'm brave? D is the food for the soul and it's warm vessel the only inspiration. Even troubles melt in it rays. Between the hours of dawn and dusk joy is at its peak.
When enough time has passed, it seems, Recycled words are healing. When enough time has passed, it seems, My own medicine will heal me. Find a mirror in the attic. Stare into its wisdom. See its honest answers. Flawless errors listed on the lines it bears. No one knows between them, the wisdom that it shares. Except when their eyes meet their eyes and light a blazing fire. And then they too will see and know what next they will require. Re-reading words a year well seasoned and they don't even seem like mine. I read the words and the words ring true and they make me feel and they show me to me and they know why I'm here and the words remember who I am. The words remember who I am. In black and white my soul defined and I its sole definer. The words know who I am. My words know who I am.
I went to a towel bar once.... It was in a dry county.
The Anxious Days
The sun's been down for weeks, it seems, And I, an apparition, Am watching laughter through the windows, Muffled by the pane. A sinking feeling then arises Leaving sickness in my stomach. Each of them knows I'm there And takes off their disguises, But only for a moment to feed me a grin; To keep me happy at only watching, But not wanting in. It works a time or two or three But eventually will fail. I re-become aware of me, And again begin to wail. As though in dream, a subtle haze Serves filter on my sight And still there are the passing days That are not filled with light.
After you've borrowed someone else's gold, it's hard to want to buy silver.
