I feel like miles away from me, a gap in my heart, a hole in my head, and it all looks like the aftermath of a long holiday, like a longing for the relaxation that I have had like the river source, it’s the empting of life long dreams into some ocean of life that am lost in. Yet I know am smarter now, I am more courageous, braver maybe……bolder…….ready to take some step into the whole depth of darkness.
In times like this am more inclined to reminisces of a gone yesterday, of a yesterday when friends were friends, and a brother was a brother, days gone, simple days.
But those are the wishes of the poor in spirit, those who loose the will to put up with the goings of today, the low outcomes, the high expectations, captives of time that can’t stand still, prisoners of thoughts gone sour and feelings gone stale. I am a looser on a path to claim my prize but only for this one time, this one time when thoughts of you, cut across my mind, Gone with the Wind, they say……..but only say!
In memory of a man who sculpted without staining, of a man who wanted without loosing, of a friend, prints are not made by ink alone because the ones you left in here, cannot be erased, I salute you,
roses on a mound, I made a promise, Kept it, Will Keep it, Keeps it, that I will be the best, fight my own demons, love my own angels, be stronger for me, and rest in the assurance, that accidents only kill once, good accidents brought you and me together, and a bad one took you from here, An angel for my soul, A white one or a black one, time has made you a distant star, it has brought other sunsets, other sunrises, whirlwinds, cyclones, calm seas……..
The language of angels I cannot speak, nor what the devils gurgle I cannot comprehend, a thought is what I give, a price unequal to the moments left like lost treasure, a treasure that still beholds, but I have to breathe again, smell again, taste again, laugh again, love again, and for that reason alone, I count myself excused.
In times like this am more inclined to reminisces of a gone yesterday, of a yesterday when friends were friends, and a brother was a brother, days gone, simple days.
But those are the wishes of the poor in spirit, those who loose the will to put up with the goings of today, the low outcomes, the high expectations, captives of time that can’t stand still, prisoners of thoughts gone sour and feelings gone stale. I am a looser on a path to claim my prize but only for this one time, this one time when thoughts of you, cut across my mind, Gone with the Wind, they say……..but only say!
In memory of a man who sculpted without staining, of a man who wanted without loosing, of a friend, prints are not made by ink alone because the ones you left in here, cannot be erased, I salute you,
roses on a mound, I made a promise, Kept it, Will Keep it, Keeps it, that I will be the best, fight my own demons, love my own angels, be stronger for me, and rest in the assurance, that accidents only kill once, good accidents brought you and me together, and a bad one took you from here, An angel for my soul, A white one or a black one, time has made you a distant star, it has brought other sunsets, other sunrises, whirlwinds, cyclones, calm seas……..
The language of angels I cannot speak, nor what the devils gurgle I cannot comprehend, a thought is what I give, a price unequal to the moments left like lost treasure, a treasure that still beholds, but I have to breathe again, smell again, taste again, laugh again, love again, and for that reason alone, I count myself excused.
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