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someday

31 July 2013

someday

 

Maybe I will be back someday,

though we both knew it was a lie

it was just something to say

instead of goodbye.

 

though we both knew it was a lie,

saying nothing would have hurt more

instead of goodbye

as I walked out the door.

 

saying nothing would have hurt more

we already cried enough tears,

as I walked out the door —

don’t believe everything you hear.

 

we already cried enough tears,

it was just something to say

don’t believe everything you hear,

maybe I will be back someday.

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as evening falls

31 July 2013

as evening falls

 

As evening falls, once again

crickets chirp, heard, but unseen

questions which drive men insane

and I wonder what it means.

 

crickets chirp. heard, but unseen,

In the quiet, chilly air,

and I wonder what it means.

why sometimes I just don’t care.

 

in the quiet, chilly air,

I have too much time to ask

why sometimes I just don’t care

but some things I cannot grasp.

 

I have too much time to ask

questions which drive men insane

but some things I cannot grasp

as evening falls once again.

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Pearl

13 January 2010

Pearl

 

(Matthew 13:45)

 

Lately, I have begun to realize

all I truly need is always right there.

I only see when I open my eyes

how much I do not need to compromise.

I like to conclude that life is not fair.

Lately, I have begun to realize

it’s just my defense, the way I disguise

what I, perhaps, attract so unaware.

I only see when I open my eyes

how I deceive myself by telling lies.

Afraid I’m destined to play solitaire,

lately I have begun to realize,

falling in love can take you by surprise

when you find the one with whom you can share.

I only see when I open my eyes

how close love could be if I’d recognize

it could happen anytime, anywhere.

Lately I have begun to realize,

I only see when I open my eyes.

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Alligators

16 December 2011

Alligators

 

I’m not as gullible as you might think,

although experience might be lacking.

I have my doubts about what you say, but

I don’t believe there is danger lurking.

 

Although experience might be lacking,

naively I skirt the water’s edges.

I don’t believe there is danger lurking,

so I’m throwing all caution to the wind.

 

Naively, I skirt the water’s edges.

Perhaps I shouldn’t taunt what I can’t see?

If I’m throwing all caution to the wind,

would I learn if something really bit me?

 

Perhaps I shouldn’t taunt what I can’t see

if I have my doubts about what you say,

I might learn if something really bit me,

but I am not that gullible today.

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Release

20 October 2011

Release

 

Perhaps it’s easier to just let go,

but how do you know when the end is reached?

Everything happens for a reason,

even if I cannot see what that is.

 

But how do you know when the end is reached?

There should be some good coming out of this,

even if I cannot see what that is

at the moment. Perhaps in time I will.

 

There should be some good coming out of this.

If only I could see beyond the hurt

of the moment. Perhaps in time I will

understand, some things are not meant to be.

 

If only I could see beyond the hurt,

accept what was without any regrets,

understand some things are not meant to be,

then I could learn to practice gratitude.

 

Accept what was, without any regrets.

Everything happens for a reason.

If I could learn to practice gratitude,

perhaps it would be easier to let go.

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but lately the words

18 October 2011

but lately the words

 

But lately, the words don’t seem to say much,

a reflection of emptiness inside.

Should silence ever be allowed to speak?

Would I comprehend what it tried to say?

 

A reflection of emptiness inside,

I avoid the questions and the answers.

Would I comprehend what they tried to say,

even if I could face my mirrored soul?

 

I avoid the questions and the answers,

disassociating from all my fears,

even if I could face my mirrored soul

I dare not own either shadows or light.

 

Disassociating from all my fears

I’m left to wonder what I have to say.

I dare not own either shadows or light

yet if I’m caught between two worlds I must.

 

I’m left to wonder what I have to say

should silence ever be allowed to speak.

If I am caught between two worlds it must,

but lately the words don’t seem to say much.

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Now

24 September 2011

Now

 

That was then, this is Now,

you’d think that I would learn

to let go of the past –

sometimes you can’t return.

 

You’d think that I would learn,

after all of these years,

sometimes you can’t return –

it’s not worth holding on.

 

After all of these years,

I may never know why

it’s not worth holding on –

but I have to believe!

 

I may never know why

love seems so hard to find,

but I won’t believe that

it is impossible.

 

Maybe love can be found,

just let go of the past.

It’s not impossible –

that was then, this is Now.

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Beast

24 September 2011

Beast

 

It is just the nature of the beast,

but I do not deny my shadows,

labeling this as good, that as bad

as I seek to learn, to understand.

 

But I do not deny, my shadows,

sometimes, are much harder to accept

as I seek to learn to understand

how all of these parts create the whole.

 

Sometimes, I find it’s hard to accept

the truth I would rather not admit.

How do all these parts create the whole?

Does anyone ever fully know

 

the truth? I would rather not admit,

the more I learn, the more I wonder

does anyone ever fully know

that much of what lies within their soul?

 

The more I learn, the more I wonder,

labeling myself as good or bad,

if much of what lies within my soul

is just the nature of the beast.

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Maybe just maybe

23 September 2011

Maybe, just maybe

 

But maybe, just maybe, someday,

after all is said and done,

I will find that the journey

is all that truly matters.

 

After all is said and done,

if I learn that being

is all that truly matters,

perhaps it won’t be too late?

 

If I ever learn that being

is not the same as what I do,

perhaps it won’t be too late

to learn who I am?

 

It’s not the same as what I do,

but who knows if

learning who I am

is worthwhile after all?

 

And who knows if

we will find our journeys

were worthwhile after all,

but maybe, just maybe, someday …

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