A Dead Language

If today began with a simple word

It would have been yes spoken form your lips

It would have been heartfelt tears

And a passion long since evaded

It would be music pouring forth

From the center of you

Making each step much more thick with blossoms

It could be me asking, no pleading

For a fate with yours attached

But today did not begin

Not at all for me

For you possibly pleasure

With little, nay, none of my grief

My lips are sealed

Not even waiting for day to begin

But for a wayward glance

So I sit on my hands and

Wait for my chance

 

JBW

Little by little

Your awareness is becoming unreal

A blessing is a blessing

Even if disguised as wonder

So maybe I arrived too late

What now, how about fate?

Our melting, our joining together

It is not yet, a life unlived

It was us

You and I

Being love despite the world

Despite misguided eyes

So now my hope reforms

Not my heart

My hope

The hope that waited for you in dark corners

In places you dared not roam

So here I am still living

Living, almost laughing with disdain

At the fools we’ve become

And the love we failed to gain

 

JBW

Ironic

How you seem so empty

But are so brimming full

You spill over

On to me

Into my lap

Flooding my insides

Destiny

If it exists

You are it

A fate to behold

A day worthy of living

Just try to make

Your way past me

When you’ve filled my body

With your fate

And a sense of life

That cannot be diminished

Even with the love you cannot keep

And the girl left unfinished

 

JBW

 

Oh sure I knew

So did the sky

And it is a dark day

When you learn to see again

That you are far from knowing what

And having why

But now

Now I always am

Never to not be again

Maybe that’s okay

Because today hasn’t ended

And I’ve been known to bring light

Even into overwhelming day

JBW

This is the earth we breathe

And the air we surrender

It is the bonds we betray

The charisma we ignore

Yes everyone

We blister with preoccupation

Hoping for a better fate

Then what we can prepare

In all too human hands

Persistence is our virtue

Why we strive, our stride

Almost letting the good things go

I’m aware of how life could be lived

It seems miles and miles away

From where I sit wandering

Seemingly distant from all that is to real

It is that distance that gives us purpose

With each step we hope

To bring us by and by

When it is in you always

As much as  I

JBW

Memory dissolves reflection

So thousands are deprived

Deliberation leaves

But it still existed

There is evidence to prove that

I am truly

That I won’t know of want

That even brick by brick

 I can build and be rebuilt

My memory leans

Patient, obedient

Waiting, wanting to be remembered

Hoping to be seen

But reflection is my prison

Where I make my way down

I’ve been tossed

Flung aside

Just like anything useful has

But exploring eyes know the depth

Of wanderings worried

And secrets kept

I just can’t wait

For the waiting to be over.

To shout

To sing,

To just feel alive again.

To feel everything

Slipping through my fingers

And let it be

I am not as much

As I thought I was.

I thought my force strong

My genuine complexities tender.

Not so much more, but deep.

What matters is my heart skipped a beat,

And so I hang my head in inevitable defeat.

By JBW

He never promised me a bit of strength

So I became bold against the night.

But I remember him.

He meant everything even when I had nothing.

He said I hollowed him out,

That he was less of a man because of me.

Because of my life and the way that I am.

So I passed on.

And even with a different name,

I pursued him just the same.

So I search.

And even when beauty is rampant,

I somehow live without pleasure or praise.

So I search.

With a lulled sense of patience

That trails in disgust.

By JBW

Questionable

How slowly you drift away

But come upon yourself once more

You remain unrequited

Unloved

Untouched

By any word I speak

Or merely hold on my tongue

You-

A depth to be plunged

A darkness to be unfolded

You don’t ask for more than what you’ve got

It’s no secret, it’s hardly a lot

I will promise

I will pray

To savor all my past indifference

And embrace every well intentioned mistake

But you no longer crave togetherness

And your solemness is finally awake.

By JBW