There are no mistakes in love
It is a conscious choice surrounded by consequence and reaping with thorns in its path
We don’t need to be rescued or found just led in the direction of happiness
I stand alone but never lonely
Lying in the darkness illuminated by the whisper of candlelight, I see promise
Promise gift wrapped in hope
Regrets are created by those that have given up and manifested in song by the broken hearted
Love it a risk with the highest reward
Blessed with kindness and bled with pain
There are no mistakes
There are no bad decisions
There is no turning bad
We often forget the reality because we want to be trapped in the dream
Another winter is upon us
Cold, wet and surrounded by a storm of thought
Deeper and deeper we slip into the bottom of the ocean
Fighting to breathe
At the final moment when the last breath is near a calm is found
It is the moment of pure enlightenment
A single second when balance is upon us and the future is clear
Depression is a term reserved for those that seek help
Insanity is the deafening silence ringing in my ears
No one to turn too
Friends are distant; friends are near; friends are nowhere
Each moment, a thousand years
Each breath, closer to my last
I swallow the last remaining call for hope
We are at the epicenter of a black hole swallowing us at speeds faster than light
Imprisoned on these tracks
Trains coming from both directions
I will them closer
Anticipation only makes it worse
Back to this dark room of covered in black
An irony of poetic justice
I hear the voice
I sense the feel but know I no longer have that ability
There is no strength in my muscles
These bones are now pillars of sand
Never before has the end seemed so tempting
Like the rich nectar of fruit forbidden from this dead palate
I want to taste the emptiness of death
I want it to swallow me whole and release me from this cage
Is it time?
The ticks of the clock are so loud now
Like a thousand screaming birds piercing my eardrum
Make it all stop
Make the pain subside
I pray to this deserted vacuum called humanity
Never has a word been uttered back
Never has a glimmer of happiness landed on this defeated lap
A dreamer high in the clouds
Abandoned in the ring, sweat dripping from his face
Memories of childhood’s imagination being chased by this incubus whose shadow lurks behind
Pain overcomes this body
Every jab a moment of temporary survival
Each enemy a new faceless opponent
Overpower your victim with the strength of your punch
Compassion rests in the chair awaiting a reunion after the final bell
Alone in birth
Alone in death
Alone surrounded by millions
The cheers are a deafening silence
In the zone
Now eye to eye a hunter and its prey meet
Who will be left standing?
Who will walk away and live for another day?
A battle of mental toughness and willing acceptance of fate
The boxer has chosen a destiny scripted in the sand for generations to look back upon
He is a warrior
The ruler of his senses; the architect of his castle
The clock ticks away and the hourglass slowly losses sand to gravity and time
Will this be a moment of triumph or an opus of a fallen soldier?
You are tattooed in my heart
The ink bleeds through my veins
You are my eternal love
The music that is harmonized by birds
The graffiti that fills the concrete jungle that is so focused on black and white
The inspiration not written in words; the hero not spoken about in speeches
You are my eternal love
Like a finely woven stitching that tapers off and returns to a perfect pattern of love and harmony
It is in you peace is a reality
It is in you I can once again dream
It is in you I find truth hidden under all the lies
Void of fear, you only seek solace in the tears of my loneliness
Comfort is waiting in your arms and whispered in the presence of angels
You are my eternal love
Now as I rest, my dreams and reality become one
My eyes will open soon to an angel by my side
A shower of illumination is the evidence of your presence walking toward me and easing all the pain
The Nothing Man is all around.
He is sitting on the bench in the park.
He is under a tree contemplating the rebirth of a life left behind in the trenches of shadows suffocated by the air that we breathe.
He is in your dreams.
He is standing at the station watching the trains go by.
He is the man you are, the man you want to be and the man you could have been.
He let it all go to only find the real truth was the bond between him and her.
Love lost is a tragedy because love is the only truth. It is the essence of existence and the answer to the questions that stand before us every day we inhabit this earth.
We are born alone and die alone, but the only gift we can receive is love.
The Nothing Man knows that and willingly lost the only explanation of meaning.
He knows for he has lost.
He is left behind.
Falling into the sea, he tries to catch himself before he drowns.
Can he recapture that shared feeling that brings the energy of two into one powerful act of suggestion.
He is the Nothing Man, but knows all.
He knows the impulse, the chase, the bond and the release.
He has seen the full spectrum of seed to flower and crushed it in an act of selfishness.
Why would the Nothing Man destroy the only thing that kept him alive?
He needed to bleed to feel the pain bottled up inside.
He is the Nothing Man.
He is alone in body and mind, but forever bonded in spirit.
He needs to capture once again before the blood drips to the dirt and buries itself forever in the ground.
We pray for Nothing Man for he is within all of us. He provides us guidance and gives us shelter in the loneliest hour. He is the man in the mirror reminding us that true love is a gift. One to be cherished and held like a fragile egg. Do not search; for it will find you. Do not hold on too tight; for it will break.
Always, always cherish it every moment that you share a breath.
We made plans
Promises were made
You were a bird in the wind leaving the warmth of destiny for the comfort of home
Mixed signals turned to empty hearts
You are my favorite nightmare filling my nights with passion; awakening only to the void of reality
Now your words tear through me; shredding my skin to pieces
I do not bleed, but the venom in my blood is sucking the life from my soul
It is piercing now
This chill now suffocating my frail body as it tightens its grip
I can only close my eyes and pray that you will cross over from this nightmare to my dreams