Words

Words,
If not for words,
This would never be written
If not for words,
This would forever be lost in time

If not for words that have been spoken,
There would be no faint of heart or strength in love
If not for words that have been spoken,
Emotions would die deaths of agony in silence

For the words I write
For the words I speak
Thou shan’t find a finer meaning or expression of me
In time, in history, in memory, in ink

Words,
Undulated like the sands of the Sahara
Standing tall in time
Formed by the letters that make them

If not for words, silence would behold one
If not for words, the deaf and dumb would remain unspoken
If not for words, there would no stories to tell of
And little children would sleep quiet nights of no dreams

It is but words I write and words that I speak
That make me more than a lump of flesh and bone
It is but words I write and words that I speak
That feed me life in every breath that I take, in every morsel of my soul

If not for words, what would I be?
You and or me, lost in a crowd, a sea
Of opinions and perceptions alike with no voices or choices
We’d lay bare, stripped off all emotions
Naked and broken

Words,
Timid yet powerful
Like little ants forming sand castles in the jungle
Quietly weaving a story to be spoken in time

Words,
Like the jagged peaks of the Himalayas
Standing tall in time
Formed by the letters that make them

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Waiting

I can hear it drip
From the cuts that I bear
Pools of crimson red
Try as hard as I may
Pieces of a heart
Now lay scattered in disarray
Some say, wasted in wait
Never to come back again
But I smile in my pain
Waiting as she smiles through my gray

I can hear it drip
From the cuts that I bear
Like the sound of a beating drum
It breathes in fear
And for all that I have lost
In the wounds and scars I fare
Mornings pass by into nights
Millions of words tell me someone cares
For reasons only they can define
Waiting as she smiles through my tears

Words on Aug 31, 2011

The roads been winding
Like the rivers of fate in a distant place
Twisting in coincidences and confusion
Painting pictures as I live in dreams of oblivion
That echo through the tears in my head
Smiling in moments of quiet
Walking with you in my thoughts
In my loneliness where I’m blind
To all that passes by
For the memories, they build a future
With images of hopes that fill the room
Fragrant like the flowers that bloom
Over winter and the summer
In the valleys they called love

The doors have been closed
Wired like the heart that bleeds
In hopes of never being hurt again
Cold, caught up, all stuck in a moment
Lies folded in the pages of a history
Forever there to remind
Shattered dreams, giving clarity to reality
That live in the words you breathe into me
Under the darkness of a night
Coloured and lit by the powers of a starry light
I watch the world go by
Listening to stories and pictures that I see in your eyes
Floating in time, in bliss
In a valley that I call life

Words on a Friday Aug 19, 2011

Have you been falling?
Have I been calling?
In names and shades
Of shadows that fade
Screaming with fear
Groaning in absent tears
Wasted, breaking, dissipating
Hesitating, debilitating
Between doors of heavens and hells
Made from bones that crumbled
Over the drains of my youth
Dripping through
Veins of truth

Waving goodbye!

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Did I hear you say hello?
I was just leaving
Now that the time is over
Am tired of living a lie
Seeing the truth is better
Than wasting away to die
Licking on dreams of a tomorrow
That never walks the door
Just fades into the light
Waving goodbye
One by one as they drift away
Out of sight

Did I hear you say love?
I’m sorry but you got to speak up
Now
I’m a little deaf you see
Listening to your worldly ways
Religion
Society
Philosophy
Twisted like you and yours
Like every soul that covets a life
And lives a lie
But I don’t blame you honey
It’s just me
Fading into the light
Waving goodbye

Did I hear anyone say open my eyes?
I’ve been staring at the sun
Blinded by the lies
I’m witnessing
A revolution of words
Walking the streets of reality
Watching glazed stares
Dreaming
Talking hypocrisy
No, I’m not trying
I’m not lying
I’m not crying
No, not anymore
I’ve just resigned to a fate of depravity
But I don’t blame you honey
It’s but me
Fading into the light
Waving goodbye

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