Friday, May 29, 2009

Too Late

It seems like only yesterday
That we were lovers
When we’d walk hand in hand
And hold each other
And I meant it when I said
I’d always be there
But those promissory words
Fell upon a faithless heart

You gave your heart before
To pain in disguise
Was it so hard to see my truth
Shadowed by his lies?
And I meant it when I said
I’d always be true
But those promissory words
Could not mend your broken heart

Am I too late for apologies?
Are you too far for the words I speak
To touch your heart?
Where went the love you gave to me?
Did I kill it with uncertainty?
Did we just drift apart?

Lovers have come and gone
But still I hold you
Safe in my memory
Your smile still shines through
And I meant it when I said
I’d never leave you
But those promissory words
Could not see our young love through

The vision of your face
Still haunts me in sleep
I find I’m losing you
Even in my dreams
And I meant it when I said
I’m never too far
But now forever lies
To where you are

Can you feel it now?
The love I’ve kept alive
Can you see them now?
The tears I’d always hide

Do you want it now?
The life you left behind
A life with me
Was never on your mind

Am I too late for apologies?
Are you too far for the words I speak
To touch your heart?
Where went the love you gave to me?
Did I kill it with uncertainty?
Did we just drift apart?


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22

Beneath the stars you stole away
A final quest to end the pain
And why you took the easy road
I’ll never know
22 was not the caliber of your soul

They say it wasn’t you
That the pieces came unglued
And all that time you died inside
No one ever knew

Remember that night when you talked with me?
Playing cards, drinking bitter coffee
Though you hated the taste we’d have talked for days
You gave me friendship
I offered nothing, I’m afraid

They say it wasn’t you
That the pieces came unglued
And all that time you died inside
No one ever knew


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Martyr

Teacher, teacher
Father, father
Preacher, preacher
Mother, mother
Why must I be your example?
Cut me open
Take a sample
Show it to the little ones
Then throw it out when you are done

My life is a text for you
Read the pages torn by time
You seek elusive answers
I’ve committed no crime

Teacher, teacher
Sister, sister
Preacher, preacher
Brother, brother
I won’t be your goddamn martyr
Not some pawn
I’m fucking smarter
Than you make me out to be
Your ignorance won’t make me bleed

My life is a text for you
Read the pages torn by time
You seek elusive answers
I’ve committed no crime


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Follow the White Rabbit

Down the rabbit hole
Life rapidly unfolds
Drinking the bittersweet
Can’t stand upon my feet
Just down another pill
Is this fate or my free will?
Oh the answers never come

All I can do is run
And disappear
What have I become?
Fading into shadows
At the barrel of a gun

Voices call to me
It’s pure insanity
Losing all control
I never seem to know
How to fill this void
Am I human or a toy?
Oh I feel like a little boy

All I can do is run
And disappear
What have I become?
Fading into shadows
At the barrel of a gun

Run, run, run away

All I have is lies (hiding shame)
Lies to escape (kill the pain)
From pain that never dies

This pain will never die
This pain will never die
This pain will never die


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Daylight

Daylight pierces through a veil of curtains
You’re fast asleep still dreaming in my arms
I’m so frightened yet I’ve never been so certain
This fleeting night of seeming chance
Revived an ailing heart

Throughout my years I’ve played the fool
Consumed by hate my anger ruled
Burning bridges, breaking hearts along the way
The hope I thought had long since died
Is born anew in starlit eyes
You’re teaching me to trust love once again

Strangers lying in a bed of questions
So soon have grown as one before the dawn
What feeling is this keeping me from sleep?
This sudden birth of sweet romance
Heals like a lover’s song

Throughout my years I’ve played the fool
Consumed by hate my anger ruled
Burning bridges, breaking hearts along the way
Your poison eyes stare through my soul
To thaw this heart of icy stone
You’re teaching me to live life once again


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Heroine

I’ve tried to replace you
With every kind of high
Cause you were just the same girl
Here and gone again in the blink of an eye

Minutes turn to hours
And hours into days
And life ain’t been the same girl
Broken hearted misery since you went away

In the dark of night
I’m thinking of your face
When the sun is bright
I’m dreaming of a place
Where you’re still with me
You’re gone but still the memories
Play with my broken heart
Singing morbid lullabies
As my world is torn apart

Now I wait in silence
Your picture on my wall
Drowning in these tears girl
Cause you lied and never loved at all

And I still replace you
Every single night
Sinking ‘neath the waves girl
Cause I’ve died and given up the fight
In the dark of night
I’m thinking of your face
When the sun is bright
I’m dreaming of a place
Where you’re still with me
You’re gone but still the memories
Play with my broken heart
Singing morbid lullabies
As my world is torn apart


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Free

You felt as though you walked alone
No one else could understand
The pain you felt inside your heart
Reaching out towards empty hands

Hours spent in fantasy
You were always one to dream
Worlds of myth and butterflies
To mend the broken seams

But now you’re free
Of these heavy chains that bind
The many human frailties
All the fears that plagued your mind
So take me away
Beneath your angel wings
From all life has to bring

You saw the world through different eyes
Almost timeless like the sands
With wisdom far beyond your years
Wasted by the ears of man

Looking all around your room
Trying to understand the cause
Nothing takes away the pain
Or reconciles the loss

But now you’re free
Of these heavy chains that bind
The many human frailties
All the fears that plagued your mind
So take me away
Beneath your angel wings
From all life has to bring


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Seizing the Divinity Within You

All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts

- William Shakespeare "As You Like It"

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the things you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Dream. Discover.

- Mark Twain

I have been blessed with what one could define as a philosophical disposition, though in my younger years I perceived this inherent inclination towards unmitigated ponderance to be more of a curse. I am always questioning, always seeking. Seeking what you ask? Honestly, sometimes even I am unable to answer that question. The meaning of life, I suppose. My individual purpose. Kindred spirits. Why every experience, the mundane, the uplifting, the disheartening, transpires the way it does. I am both the creator and witness of countless unrequited internal inquiries waging war upon the battlefield of my psyche. Sometimes I am terrified. But most times I bask in the glory of it all. I possess an intellect that sneers at respite. Even in sleep my dreams are so vivid that when I wake it is often as if I had never slept at all. I am not worried, however. I can sleep when I am dead. At times I become so deeply entranced in thought that the outside world all but disappears. To embrace solitude is a spiritual experience.


The diagnosis of Freudian disciples delivered when I was a young boy fingered severe anxiety and depression as the culprits. Here is a prescription for the anxiety, a prescription for the depression, and a prescription to counteract the severe headaches and diarrhea the other two prescriptions have been known to cause, they say. Unless you begin to experience suicidality or homicidal rage come back in a week. We’ll place you on a scale, make irrelevant inquiries employing language we know you have never heard before, utter the occasional “I see” and “How does that make you feel?” in an unconvincing effort to feign undivided attention, and pretend to take notes while intently watching the clock. And when the minions of Harvard and Yale are at a loss as to the root of your “anxiety” and “depression” they appeal to you for answers. Why are you disruptive in the classroom? Why did you give Johnny a black eye? Well doctor, I have an overactive imagination for which conventional academia possesses neither patience nor sufficient resources and Johnny developed this peculiar pastime where he along with his horde of sadistic friends take turns slamming me into lockers while shouting homophobic epithets they learned from their overbearing, narcissistic fathers. Unfortunately, a child seldom possesses the mental faculties or courage to speak so deliberately with eloquence and confidence. So you sit there, like a criminal defendant upon the witness stand, like a martyr for self-defense, capable of answering in a solely self-incriminating fashion. Medication is their solution for everything. It's nickel and dime.


Occasionally you will cross paths with a golden hearted over achiever who is sincerely sympathetic to your plight, who probably studied at a middle tier university and came out believing they could save humanity one lost soul at a time. I admire their fortitude for their efforts constitute an arduous uphill battle. But one must be ever vigilant. They can be equally dangerous. It is so absurdly simple to become dependent upon such a relationship or any relationship for that matter. No human being is an island but excessive dependence is an unnatural suppression, a murder of the individual spirit that feasts upon fear. In reality, there is truly nothing to fear but fear itself. We possess all that we will ever need to succeed in life. Need is simply an illusion. All that is required of us is to look within. We are the creators of our own reality. Whether or not we are conscious of this truth depends upon how aware we are of our inner monologue. How we think, how we speak to ourselves determines what we become in every moment.


When relationships fail it is not because either person lacked something the other was in need of, it is because their respective paradigms were illusions of need. To ask another to fill a supposed void in your life is an unfair and impossible task. They will certainly fail as will you if they are to demand the same. This wisdom appeared straightforward once I had attained it and I wondered why I had not been ready to receive it earlier in life. Nevertheless, it has come to me after many years of loneliness and at a great cost. I have witnessed the brightest of stars consumed by darkness because they could not see the divine within themselves. I have had to say goodbye to friends too soon because they failed to recognize that all their pain could be alleviated by one simple truth. And yet I was no different from them. I have found myself at the bottom of a bottle, swimming in a tempestuous sea of self loathing more times than I care to remember. In my mind I have dangled at the end of a rope and felt ice cold steel pressed against my temple. So I have asked myself, why me? Why do I remain? I cannot answer that. I can only strive to mold myself as a living testament to those I have loved and lost. To do anything less would be a step backwards in my continuing evolution of self. Admittedly, I stray from the path more often than I would like. This is to be expected. That is the very beauty of life, of the human condition. Around each corner there is always another obstacle to overcome, another truth to learn, another beginning and end.


Friends and family have often told me in jest that what I have always struggled with is a creative mind at work. All artists are tortured souls, they say. But I am not an artist. Not yet at least. Art demands discipline, sacrifice, and positive affirmation. And these are not shallow terms thrown carelessly to the wind. Together they form a mantra for holy, purpose driven living. A creative spirit is undeniably the very soul of art and yet without discipline, without sacrifice, without the consistent, earnest affirmation of distinct, unambiguous goals every wild notion the imagination can concoct is just another pipe dream. But by all means dream! The world needs more dreamers! For without dreams life would be utterly meaningless. Understanding of discipline, sacrifice, and positive affirmation will come with time. When you have begun to master these principles, that is when creativity, the divinity within you can truly flourish.




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