The Linking of two souls —

The Clinking like the sound of rain

And staining of the whole —

Confined by blood, Eternally,

And living Trapped is dull —

For Forever is not Always

Eventually a skull —

Not — always — chosen in our brains —

Code Shackles and Controls —

For Immortality breeds pain —

Just left to count the days —

Connection — never broke in vain

And heals that open hole —

For centuries remain ingrained

But — loving costs a toll.

They blocked my every path with Pain

The Sun laughed, the Sky watched.

My roots in soil, the stem of my body,  were splotched

A hand reached in, offering help and care—

I’ll be okay now, where there is Air.

Where there is Air, I will be able to follow my own path

No longer the need to feel their wrath—

The Sun shone, the Sky watched again

No one was to really blame—

We all learn to move on, the past scotched 

All, splotched.

To be fair,

We are aware,

It’s just too much to bear.

Pitter patter. 

It comes not from the sword

It rarely shines the color gold

Its modest, unadorned

Success does not come swift or short

It comes not overnight 

It always grows from give and take

With effort, care, and fight

Success may seem controlled by funds 

Or locked inside the bank

Success is never earned with force

Success is heart not rank

Success is measured not by wealth

It can’t be bought or bribed

Mere power never wins success

But gratitude, contentment, and delight — just might

Their soft glue has been set.

No longer is that tapping sound:

Warm bricks, tough turf, no fret.

There is no wind - there is no storm -

the air is very still.

Comfortable and calmly warm

The fire that chases the chill -

The aching legs that yearn delights

To look at all the sights

Run, for you must go -

See what’s over your shoulder and to your front -

Jump over the log - hear the wind -

It smells of freshness and holds you back -

Can’t stop - you’ll miss so much if you do -

Fall - smell the flowers and dirt - the shadow over you - your heart buzzes like a bee -

Rest with an aching body

and brain which has been spun.

A heart that hurts and legs -

Those legs that ache to run.

At the nefarious satisfied hands,

What you are desperate for is caressed by one

With a prickling urge continuing its demands.

Along with merriment a bewildered mind arises

Of in my specter hides- 

When overshadowed by a diffident tinkle,

Which disparages the presence who bides.

A capricious spirit, the fortuneless thoughts-

Or a being’s perception that demeans 

Alas my comments croaking, 

In the colossal crowds will only mumble as it seems.

Losing yourself within the waves-

Do I let myself become swallowed?

Breathing in- Breathing out- and yet I still wonder

When will the intrusive debate become hallowed?

Funnel vision endless

The world would become blind in bliss

Your eyes opened unless.

Your eye does not see truth or lie

A lense filters out sight

Everything around you limited

What envisioned not right.

Gaze up and and view what is ahead

Release all restriction

Look forward and in true nature

Heaven’s true creation.

From shore to horizon release

Wind blowing, sunlight bright.

Nothing but freedom and relief.

Refuse to be blind to bias.

My Eye yet locked in time;

The gleaming sun not barely ‘wake—

Tense seconds racing by—

The Clock has struck at Three Thirteen—

My flesh returning stale;

The gnawing gash—grim-e refrain

Leaves noon’s light ‘loan to die—

Now Three and Thirty one’s pristine—

A light—here dressed by nine;

The furthest point from innocence—

The road that dims all Sines—

The Clock has struck at Three—I see

Now 3-1-3 will prime—

My fractured mem’ries lay to take—

My soul. My heart. My mind.

The light behind the dark —

Or could it not be seen by me?

The hope so slight yet stark.

There is no life, if it lacks death —

No dawn without a dusk —

If Nature is so – so unclear –

There is none left to trust… 

Complex simplicity is the 

Beginning of the end —

For all in this world, nonetheless,

Exists with a close friend

Are not emotions, all attached?

Connected yet apart —

Since opposites do all attract —

Is hate not love, just dark?

Not the Welcoming light

Promised- Fading into the night

Those behind me unfulfilled

His light touch pulling me in, into

My chariot ride- past

The house which holds Blossomed life

Once life with innocence-

He dawdled along the Field once held

Back from- The toll of the Bells daunting to me as the familiar 

Red bricks come into view

We pass by the old rickety 

Bridge, where the water flows under-

All the simple moments flooding back- 

The pull stronger now, away 

from all that lays behind

Lost into the Void