Tag: My Dead Language

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

 

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

 

When you finally ask

I’m not sure what I’ll say

I used to think,

I used to know

That I would always say yes

But this day unfolded

Into something so unpredictable

So I take this chance

To embrace lovelessness.

I am an admirer of love

Love has my admiration.

But my soul, perhaps not ready

For its simple abandonment

Because love makes you realize

The useless quality of almost everything else

You know as happiness

It is greatness

But such an untrue has left me wasted

Put off by a love

I only momentarily tasted

It is your sentiment

That makes you whole.

But it still infuriates

And climbs towards

A piece of nothing

That never did exist

If existence is for you

Then wait patiently

Wait for a day when fate will come

To lead you from despair.

Outside a wilderness

Where you will never linger

You will hardly be aware

So I kiss you and your fear

Because my loneliness

Is close enough to hear

Random voices, hidden noises.

It makes me jealous just to watch

Maybe because I am so uninspired

My life so undesired by me

 

But I find moments of peace

When my mind is calm and the day so less dreary.

I marvel at my good fortune,

And I do nothing to think twice

About the stretch of life that lies before me.

Of which I have no certain past.

 

What is known is that I have love and I have life.

Well enough.

If I could just love life.

If I could just know life well enough.

I’d want to shake its hand and introduce myself

As a promising prospect.