Do not weep for me my love
My time was up, I had to leave.
Received the calling from above
Now watch your sadness as you grieve.
Your heart is broken, so is mine
My tears cascade like falling rain.
My destiny to walk the line
In death, I too can feel the pain.
You must go on without me there
And when you think of me know this.
The love we had was ours to share
Each other bound in wedded bliss.
My time clock on the earth was through
I’ve crossed now to the other side.
I ask my darling this from you
Forgive the fact that I have died.
To stay with you I had no choice
Though I’m now gone, you’ll feel me near.
Close your eyes, you’ll hear my voice
Call out to you “I love you dear.”
But you still have so much to do
I’ll wait until you come to me.
And when you time is also through
Together, then we’ll always be.
I sought, in silence, solace and peace,
by which, my dank soul cried 'release'.
From pent up ridicule, guilt and shame,
long nights of torment, I wept Christ's Name.
I wept Christ, as lies pierced my mind,
my sombre spirit poised to - walk the line.
Instead I battled through decades of pain,
led now, to step out, and enjoy the rain.
09.01.2026
('The perpetual black dog, has one but cure,
That is, Christ Jesus, for that I'm sure'. - prayers welcomed )
"a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation"
I study the void
conclude it is light it craves
become lost within my calculations
dimensions unspurl
spirals catastrophise
until
spinning
cancels
itself out
and I am still
within my stillness I seek
seeing no ground
having no anchor
it is me that craves
I fear I am the void
should I internalise the vortex
walk the line dizzy
with hand unheld
gamble on transformation
to the entirety of light
see myself
reflected on the outer edges
not through another lens
let the doppelganger
drop away
what if that
New confessions have come to light,
let’s leave our sins on the dance floor.
Now’s the time for a crisp encore,
we’ll push aside feeling contrite.
Walk the line keep every groove tight,
the divine path you can’t ignore.
New confessions,
make the Devil pray and take flight.
Caught in a relapse once before,
wound up all but out of favor.
A heart pumping will make room for
new confessions.
I was not born to walk the line,
I was born to redraw the map.
Where others waited for the light,
I learned to shine in the dark.
They said the road was already made,
I chose the forest instead.
They followed footprints in the sand,
I followed the voice in my head.
The world may not remember the crowd,
It remembers the ones who dared.
Not the one who feared the fall,
But the one who learned to fly.
So build your road where none exists,
Write your name across the sky.
The future belongs to those
Who dare to create, not imitate.
Here's to the one's
Who play the part
With a smiling face
But an aching heart.
Who ride the wave
But all the while
They hide the pain
Behind the smile.
This is to those
Who face the rain
When the tide is high
And days are gray.
Who walk the line
To pave the way
To a better life
And brighter days.
A wee bit of humor based on this Mark Parisi cartoon.
Chasing me was a cop flashing red and blue lights
I refused the breathalyzer, so he read me my rights
He didn't buy my excuse of having had the zoomies
He said, "In jail, you'll have lots of zoomie roomies."
I told him I'd cooperate and would walk the line
He agreed to that and said I'd just have to pay a fine
for doing seventy-five while driving in a school zone
and if I past the inebriated test he'd throw me a bone
I took his comment to mean he was being sarcastic
but I just smiled at him and said, "Gee. That's fantastic."
I grabbed my beer and took a one last long guzzle.
He called me beligerent and reached for a muzzle.
He said he had no pity for such a disrespectful mutt
I kept laughing and saying, "I'm not being a smart butt."
He called me a low life, punk dog and drove me to jail
Quipped, "Your attitude sucks! You won't get out on bail!"
Another performance- I pick up my guitar real slow.
Spotlights drowning faces, feeling the energy grow.
A belly full of whiskey an empty bottle of rye.
A thousand voices in a raising roar, waiting to see me fly.
The band kicks in, the walls start to shake.
Words leave my mouth like a beautiful mistake.
My guitar is on fire, electric fever running through my veins.
Hello, old friend, we dance in flames.
My music is intoxicating. The stage is a blaze.
Tearing up the script, burning the words on the page.
You sing my anthem but don't see me.
A contract signed in blood wanting to be free.
I am fighting my demons, trying to walk the line.
Break free from the darkness clouding my mind.
Gonna free myself from the belly of the beast.
Save myself from temptation's feast.
On stage I'm a serpent in the flashing light.
I weave my spell night after night.
Made a deal with the devil but I've served him way too long.
Laid my crown in the dirt where it don't belong.
Redemption is a hard road for a sinner like me...
Gonna break these chains Gonna set myself free...gonna set myself free.
I speak in quiet whispers,
Of dreams the night can hold,
Of love that lingers softly,
In stories left untold.
The moonlight paints my silence,
With strokes of gentle grace,
Each shadow holds a memory,
Each star a familiar face.
I walk the line of longing,
Between the lost and known,
Yet in this tender silence,
I find I’m not alone.
For 50 plus years, I have walked up and down hills.
Sometimes, I had to swallow bitter pills.
Some years were filled with tears.
A few were cloudy and covered with fears,
But you stood with me through the years.
Some years were beset with a struggling career,
Forcing bills to be paid in arrears.
Life is not always as it appears.
Sometimes, we were compelled to change gears,
Learning to ignore some things that one hears.
You would say, "Look forward, not in the rear".
You always spoke courage and hope to my ears.
You have always been faithful and most dear.
For 50 plus years, you have been my valentine,
Always helping me to stand tall and shine,
Enabling me time after time to walk the line
The sleepers lie in halls of endless night,
Locked fast in dreams, where memory takes flight
They piece together thoughts from shards of past,
A broken mirror, images that last
The teeth that grind, the words that cut and sting,
Echoes of failures, future sorrows bring
But from the shadows, a defiant call,
"You haven't seen my strength, you haven't seen it all!"
This truth rings out for those who roam and stray,
The rebels, misfits, lost along the way
For scoundrels bold, and those who walk the line,
This is the creed, the truth that will be mine
Confessions whisper, tales of faith betrayed,
By flawed guides, where hollow promises are made—
Imperfect idols, leading souls astray,
But hope remains, to rise and find the day!
Here's to the one's
Who play the part
With a smiling face
But an aching heart
Who ride the wave
But all the while
They hide the pain
Behind a smile
This is to those
Who face the rain
When the tide is high
The days are gray
Who walk the line
To pave the way
To a better life
And brighter day.
I've never been married but I'm a spouse as I'm
partnered with the spirit
These false marriages are underhanded so pay
close attention to discern it
Some things attach because they're desperate to live
through you & what you have
If you look closely it's not adding up but yet & still
it's about the math
Sadly this is where we're at after all the places we could
& should have been
We're engaged in battles without our knowledge but
the truth always fights to win
These soul ties are bound to happen & sometimes the
binds expose their flaws
Before you know it you're caught in the current being
swept away by natural law
Sometimes contracts are signed with disregard to what's
best for you & your inner self
Always take stock before you invest as it will affect your
inner wealth
They move with stealth to throw you off but keep your
balance & walk the line
Beware of false marriages as they cross boundaries as
well as spiritual & legal lines
Some bear false witness telling lies but this was always
how it would go
Eventually the masks will slip to expose the face that
was always meant to show
In twilight's embrace, a world serene,
Where whispers dance, a soft ballet,
Beneath the stars' celestial sheen,
A tapestry of dreams to lay,
With hushed embrace, two souls entwine.
The moon's glow weaves a silver thread,
A love unspoken, hearts aglow,
Through valleys deep and mountains spread,
In every step, their bond will grow,
Two spirits bound, forever bind.
Across the ocean's gentle foam,
Their spirits soar, no bounds can tame,
Through tempest's roar, they find their home,
An eternal flame, unending flame,
In unity, their hearts combine.
In twilight's embrace, a world serene,
A symphony of life's embrace,
Through trials faced and battles keen,
They will stand as one, unyielding grace,
Their love's embrace, a sacred sign.
A journey shared, they will walk the line,
With hope in hand, they will face the dawn.
May the path that I seek always keep me unclean
Walk the line in my bare feet, tied to a tree
You left with a breath in the winter you left
The pressure from your lips is all that I kept
You would’ve loved the lakeside sunrise today
The wind gently sweeping the emptiness away
I’m listening to nahko and the words that we know
The songs that once blessed the cold, mountain snow
The aimless journeys through the high rocky roads
No curves in your frame for the bends in the road
Weighed by the consciousness trapped in your view
Lifted by the days shared between me and you
I would sacrifice my life for another road to nowhere
Heading west on I-70 is the best it could ever be
Sobering conversations and transgressions forgiven
With pictures never taken and words left unspoken
I step on your line as the wind carries me through
As I sway side to side, I feel weightless and new
I can leave your remains on a Sunday by the Sea
For every time I walk the line, I’ll carry you with me
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