So I have Returned, though it required leaving some behind.
More broken hearts, along this trail of my life. Mine own as well as another.
Why can I not love completely? Give myself over to the wondrous ones who take me in their arms?
Or is it just I have not found my match in life, in love?
There must be one to complete me, an opposite half to fill me in,
where I lack, where I am not, they are there, they hit the spot.
Does one continue, despite the pain? Or continue to travel alone in the rain?
A downpour of souls, all who have come before, and all who have yet to be, we ask their love
And hope we are seen.

I am not a human, I am just some monster from the past, I lay waiting for the future, & then I'll have the grasp
to hold the things I never had, to tear apart all I see, to hold the holes wide open as the sky descends upon me.
If there is any forgiving, I know it's not for us, there is no going farther down the road, I am now completely lost. People may find their joys in the hearts and hands of others, but I still bleed all alone, and slowly submit to being smothered. If only the thaw would come sooner, I can not wait much longer. And if it's found as frozen as hell, the forests will still take me in, I will sit right down and shed my coat and give the world back my skin.

As a living hypocrite i grow weary of pretending I know how to function in the human world. All I know is unmatched empathy, growing greed and shutting down. This light grows dimmer as so called time keeps passing, and I cannot fathom a reasonable, believable, or sustainable means to the end. Perhaps I should go back to the beginning and see how it replays another time around.

So much to do, even less time than I started with, and a serious lack of motivation.....................

The sword of fury can also be the sword of light
truth be given it is all within being wielded right
flashing arcs are blinking eyes
on sunny days and moonlit nights
the pulse behind all we withdrew
from emanating pultice or steaming stew
not slander ridden but swarthy fogged
and traversing over the uglier bogs
no dampness unbidden shall ever rain down
waters as humans have always the purifying drown.

Never before could I feasibly managed
In time with all honor
Obedience superimposed
Believed to be something, proving forever
Everlasting the fortunes of the one eternal warr
hearts mend with each blasting of sonic love shatterings
the breaking, pierced shards, rupture all tender
spots you thought your own
too touching to be served

days
Category: Life

as of this morning:
start of the day
yeah i probably had some pretty dreams
but woke up dead too late to be saved
it was supposed to be a day of renewal
(still will be if i have a say)
i'm right on schedule nonetheless
just haven't got anything to show for the rest
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from past days of week:

to emily, wherever she may be found -

the fates cursed our love
though in the beginning it was like heavens own gift
each day a treasure just to see you
our time together like a blessed kiss
and even though it seems we were not meant to last
i would rather spend my days dreaming in the past
than contemplate the bleak & bleary times to come
without you by me, all alone
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thinking back to realer moments
where at the time I had no real conceptualization
of the capacity of such tender things
family reunion or party or whatnot
held out in Maynard
invited by my love
the other times you were witnessed
by those other loves
so new and so awkward not really but seems
at least to me inward ignoring the uncovering
of all my real seamsx
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stitch me up before you go-go
removed my own heart on my own though
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In the Hour of long shadows
Steal your heart away
it will take you as far as your Mind wants to go.
No Boundaries