My Dead Language

You are so much my everywhere

You are so much my everywhere

So much my minds embrace

Defenseless I unfold against the winter

I am no match for the silence

You were a time when

I lived in best intentions

When there was more

To you then me

And I had a profound

Sense of purpose

But now it’s love

In full bloom

Everything you’ve ever wanted

And still can never forget

The kindest story

Of fortunes woes told

What really matters

Is all that matters

What really matters always fits

So what if what really matters

Has nothing to do with you

And everything to do with me

By JBW

My Dead Language

Still stuck

Still stuck

She’s used up all her luck

On a life that wasn’t

Even worth the hassle

We are always beginning again

There is a sameness between us

How gallantly she rides

So boldly she survives

She lived among the ordinary

All she touched was light

But somehow she’s invisible

Does she realize

Will she even know

She’s the one I long to be

She’s the dream I had to let go

To save the life within me.

By JBW

My Dead Language

I cling tight

I cling tight

To everything that bares

Itself from you

But there are ordinary voyages

And ships that have no harbor

I will surround you

From the inside out

I will worship you under

The bright soul of your sun

Side by side

We will ride

Half living

Half dreamed

A passion imperfect

Sometimes clumsy

Even with the utmost

Comfort and Brevity

Dripping with generosity

Beneath your fragility

Pride beams

That quickly dissolves

Into a blinding day

It was by no fault of your own

That my self-worth crumbled

I grew coarse

I grew grim

Now you see more

That what you really are

I can overcome

Your conquering over me

By JBW

My Dead Language

It is on your wings

It is on your wings

That I may touch the tip

Of glory

When imagination fails

There is nothing left but yearning

I am certainly less eager

About everything

What does it matter

These days of half lived grief

Now the anything

That strips me bare is time

Embedding itself

Into what I might become

If not fulfilled I still have

Days to grow in and

Nights to be born

And myself to unravel

By JBW

My Dead Language

I am a forgotten dream

I am a forgotten dream

No more than a sum of my parts

 

Days unfold

And a life untold is useless.

It has no meaning

It exists in a passing thought

And hasn’t this all been said before

Written before?

A history so distant- it seems not to exist

It is not tangible

It is unmanageable

All that is left are words

And they are so useless

 

Let’s talk the devil into praying.

But if he doesn’t fall on bended knee

Then, it is really nothing after all.

 

I want to be actions.

I want to be verbs in motion.

And when all has been said

When all the words are actions done

Maybe I can lift my head high,

Once again I can be one.

 

BY JBW

My Dead Language

I could live inside out

I could live inside out

And upside down

I could easily

Take to the sky

My feet planted

Firmly in the clouds

I mourn what doesn’t bother

To rise and join me

In bitter free skies

Coiling around my every

Aching muscle and

Emerging through every urgent desire

Perhaps I’ve outgrown

Or overgrown or

You’ve grown weary

Unsure about what matters

But you’ve already begun

Falling through the cracks

You are threadbare

Line by line

You are hardly there

My Dead Language

How can we make our way?

How can we make our way?

Those enemies of peace

Enablers of chaos and disdain

And don’t forget apathy

It breaks you apart bit by bit

Scattered bread

A sign of a path that leads home

Home to prosperity

A chance to grieve

To live in unsworn devotion

I guess I can forgive

I know I can’t forget

The lives worn in with unlived regret.

My Dead Language

I cling to the tragedy of you

I cling to the tragedy of you

I’ve wandered in your mists

Delved in the possibility of a day

Void of despair

Little by little you’ve reached me

In some small way

Still it is unclear

Though you hasten every day

Towards a bigger and better image of yourself

Not so lost in the joy of solidarity

It does bring a simple joy

That you’ve discovered

Helps you reach the sky

But just what might you miss

Whatever might pass you by

May be me

Loving you, only you

Thanking the earth for settling you in

Thanking God just for what this could be

And not what it has been.

 

 By JBW

My Dead Language

Now I may not be

Now I may not be

Quite the color blue

You wanted for your sky

But I always know when and

I never wonder why.

So because these days

Are precious and

Time has no reason to lie

I’ve tried and waited and

Sometimes hoped for something more

Somehow I still end up with

Just as much of nothing as before.

 

My Dead Language

Just because this days deceit

Just because this days deceit

Has wandered into my nights belief

It does not justify or warrant

That constant belief

I feel when I can hide

From myself

My worries

No sorrow

No grief

Just unburdened desires

That through my soul unleashes

Blinding yet still unbinding fury

That knows not of lamentation

It is foreign to subside

At once these holy mountains

Become great warriors too soon to divide

Even the rugged know what wound to heal

And how the glory of summers sun

So soon to truth reveal