Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Laughing in the face of sadness

The voices came back,
bringing their hateful words,
their I-told-you-so's...

Some tried to be nice,
to understand that it hurt,
but harshness was loud.

They repeated words,
reminding me of before,
when they were so right.

They whisper their points,
until the rain came to me,
and then there was calm.

I look up to see,
my glasses filled of drops.
Fate laughs at me.

I stare and laugh back.
Rain is better than a sun.
Fate does not know me.

Voices shut up for once.
In the end, we never know:
who is in control?

I walk down my path,
knowing, that in the ending,
the path will be kept.

A see you later, not a goodbye.

So, this is where it led, my friends.
This path we took has different ends,
and now we go our separate ways,
and hope to meet in coming days.

And while this hope may be a lie,
I hope this time that we can deny
the truths of the past, that there is no chance
to meet again, but only to glance.

While we may not see each other is true,
that's only because there are things to do
that cannot be set aside to talk
about this great new route we walk.

So to learn about what transpires
and to know what happened to desires,
we will turn to other tools
that weren't made for a time of fools.

We will meet again, mes amis,
when we rid ourselves of debris
and meet again where our roads collide
somewhere, on another ride.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Old man's new day

Hell is coming, hating myself,
seeing my hurt, scoring my health,
wanting my soul, willing to cheat,
trying to live, to make ends meet.
I am too close, and cannot fight,
still I will stay, smooth through the night.

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Me

Where did I go?
Where will I be?
Once you get past some things,
you start to see

that you are not you.
That you play a role
that plays what you are used to
before you started to stroll.

I am no longer me.
I cannot be myself.
I just say that I am
for the sake of my health,

even though it is false.
It really hurts me more
when I play at this play
that I did not see before

and just let it by,
let my real voice die down
in that little world I created,
inside that dying town.

You are there for a reason,
but you should be out here!
But I cannot find you, for
your location is not clear...

You were put away deep,
as to not become of them.
Those little voices in here
that constantly pull at the hem

of my mind, of my thoughts,
of everything that is mine.
I hid you so deep so that
you would be fine

and not corrupt from these voices
that fill my mind with vile
and freakish ideas that
tend to defile

the innocence of youth,
that was saved in you.
So now that I'm safe,
there is one thing to do.

I must search for me now,
so that everything will return
to the nice and creative thoughts
that I have missed, and will learn.

I will never give in to
giving you away.
I will find, you I promise,
I will find you one day...

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Shadow

I hide my cowardice
for now, for you,
for you are doing things
no coward could do.

You are entering life
where cowards are shot.
So I will leave you for
the moment, so you are not.

I use the word coward
in the worse of ways.
But you are no coward,
you're just shy on some days.

You know what danger is
and to leave it alone.
You were shy around people
who had a threatening tone.

You could see the darkness
that surrounded a man
or woman, and when you
saw their aura, you ran

away, because Devil
was always tempting, always near,
and Angel was having
her own issues, I fear.

But even beyond that,
Cemix scared you worse.
He was to be the
perfect you, and a curse

that will haunt you
later in this life
as he's still angry at you
and is still sharp as a knife.

But you no longer fear
him, this I know,
and I hope I'm still around
to watch that fighting and show

that you no longer have to
make a mess from the dark.
You are in this crowd now,
much harder to mark.

You will do what you wanted to,
from that time and place,
and in the end
you can run at your own pace.

Have fun in your one
last chaotic play.
You have more parts
for it every day.

We voices will fill them
and let you do what you do.
But until then, my good friend,
I bid you adieu.