thoughts of you float free
as our lives drifted apart
seeking ourselves
We were two stars
From each other, too far
With worlds between our beams, it seems
Destiny sadly found and broke our scheme
Which put my fragile mind at war
Cutting my heart to a new scar
I wish we could collide and reunite tonight
Our bright light coming to ignite
Instead we’ll have to lie alone in the sky
And slowly die with our desperate cries
Two stars, too far
Even if we had a chart, we’d remain apart
For a season ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
I shall lose ¦¦¦ sight of her face,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
While She is at rest in her place.
For a season ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
I shall sigh more often than smile
Till ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ a cure,
¦¦¦ the pitiful days beguile.
For that season we must be apart,
For ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ years,
Till ¦¦¦ life's last hour nears,
And, above ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ my heart,
I hear Her voice in my ears.
But ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ not understand--
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ some later love,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ for whom I strove,
Till she reach ¦¦¦ forth her hand,
Saying, "Who but I have the right?"
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ draw me ¦¦¦¦ to the land.
(Blackout of The Widower by Rudyard Kipling)
Always wearing my heart
I am told, up on my sleave
Perhaps why it all fell apart
And she had to then leave!
Now l am not feeling so smart
How l could have been so niave
Still though a right peace of art
As so many she would decive
Now l am right back at the start
And finding it hard not to grieve
The fact we're a world apart
That l just can not belive!
An old write rewriten from 1996
Tryed do in abab style...
As i saw the world fall apart
I saw the flowers lose their
Spark i saw the water take
Over the flowers fall i saw
The world fall apart the
World lost it Spark
I don't think u can fix it
I'm ripped apart by the stains I spilled
I tried to clean it up
shoved and smeared
into a mess of something I wished we could've had
I want brand new
not left outside
to sink into the clump of regret
not left outside, letting the whole world know it's damaged
that we let it fall apart
Im sitting here waiting for someone to fix it
an object left to wait on the side of the world
a piece of myself exposed to everyone
Can u even attempt to see who I was before all I became?
What if you can't fix me?
Where will I end up if I let them take me away
If I continue to let them use me like they can't tell im not the same
until I no longer serve my purpose and am replaced
I don't think u can fix me
throw me back on my side of this place we used to love
and continue to pretend im fine
I'm feeling lonely and blue, thinking of you
Trying to figure out what I need to do
to reconnect. I'm not sure what went wrong
but we haven't been together for far too long.
Distance has kept us so many miles apart
and it's caused an ache in my heart.
Lately, fond thoughts of you cross my mind.
Friendships like ours are difficult to find.
I'm sitting here, wondering if you
might be feeling this loneliness, too.
Let's get together sometime soon, my friend
and reminisce about us over a long weekend.
* Thank you, Danny Turner for offering me your lovely lines
as a foundation for our collaboration. Hugs, dear friend.
Heinz baked beans on toasted bread
Topped with pepper and some salt
Just exactly like you said
To endure the morning cold
It’s embarrassing to tell you
I’m still all those miles away
From the places that we knew
From the house on Marroway
What’s the news my dear spirit
How it goes beyond the pale?
Are you bound to keep the secret
Though it looks a bit too stale?
Isn’t it obvious like weather
When apart we aren’t the same
Though again we are together
Every time I call your name..
a labyrinth of emotions
parading in and out and all about
no one can pinpoint just one at a time
if they say they can, they are lying
feelings cannot be pulled apart like monkey bread
I can have ten different feelings at a family reunion
depending upon who is walking toward me
and who is walking away
It is irrational to think we can choose only one at a time
I can feel excited, tired, happy, sad, angry and mad simultaneously
can’t you?
Poles
apart are
the opposites
all words
express~
suggesting a
neutral zone
as the absence
and substance
of the
Poles~~
The wind echos heartache and pain
Questioning but silence remains
Desperately waiting for change
Our future afar
Distance swallows ike quicksand
Our hearts screaming out its demands
Floating minds try to understand
and yet here we are
Those black eyes,
like black velvet night.
Draw me in with a gentle might.
Your lips,a pink rose petal hue,
make you look like a piece of art.
Your smile lights up the sky and makes it shine.
Your skin ,a canvas of golden glow ,
a light skinned beauty for all I know.
In your eyes,my heart finds a home,
a place to rest and never roam.
Your touch ignites a burning fire,
melting my fears and soothing my desire.
But my dear, we're worlds apart,
and I'm left with just a shattered heart.
Though we're apart,I know I'm your heart's sweet melody.
For decades my friend and I were two peas in a pod.
Now it feels like those two peas grew into different species
I still want to be friendly neighbors in the same garden.
I’m about to sever business ties to protect my roots.
I’ve been through much worse I keep telling me.
I’ve lost so many people in my life but this is different.
I’m pushing someone away versus losing grip.
In the long run I pray I’m making the best season change.
Plants like people need to grow.
Sometimes they need separate plots.
Maybe one day we’ll rejoin at the hip.
But for now, I need to simply detach.
quiet pain noticed
no one steps any closer…
their own thoughts stay home
And when I thought of reaching the heavens,
I whispered, “How beautiful my life has been.”
And just before the light could take me,
a quiet thought arrived, “How beautiful I am.”
But as I gaze into the endless blue,
a heaviness clung tightly to my heart
a cry unspoken, yet so loud,
a silent scream, too loud for words,
too quiet for anyone to hear.
This is a soft place to fall apart
for the feelings I could not say aloud.
I write where my voice cannot reach
this is what remains when words fail me.
And in the end, my heart’s plea remains:
I will always remember how beautiful my life will always be.
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