Good things come to those who wait

My verbals are righteous like holocaust suicide

I get where I’m going even though I don’t drive-
time is eternal so why push for your fate?

destiny will come whether you run to it or wait.

And when you’re poor, scared and lonely fate is like rape

The way it comes to you in the unexpected ways you might hate

But there is escape; when you overcome expectations

You can escape destiny causing sensations of elation

And an open path in a real life you might see like the first verse

But keep your eyes up in your mind and I promise it won’t hurt-

You’ve got to

see life as a whole,

where instances don’t follow

the path of past, present, future

all days your filled or one: you’re hollow.

I used to count the days but as way leads onto way
I now count the years and thus dwindle my fears

You can see life as a moment or you can see it as all moments

And know that pain without pleasure and pleasure without pain

takes years.

MPD

We heard them talking when he said you
but she said us while everyone knew:
that him and her were out today-
and they floated amongst the fray-
of hims and hers and its and theys-
god! I wish I could be me today...

Would you rather I lie?

I could spin you pretty things
To light your eyes;
Illuminate your mind!
I love you, so my tries
Would make it easier-
If I were to lie.

You'd probably despise me
Patronize me if you found out
Those pretty things I'd spout
Were nothing but an out
If I were to lie.

It would be easier to buy
A present to substitute the presense
Of disheartening truth
To save myself an arguement
So long I'd waste my youth
If I were to lie.

So I think I'd rather tell the truth
That sometimes I don't like you
But I always love you
Which is why I'll never lie.

Growing Younger

Do you ever wish you could hit rewind
And go back to the days when lillies danced in the field
When the future was open and your cares released
When you still had a chance to sail the open seas.

When your sails were open
And your mind could catch the breeze
To go wherever the wind took you?
As I stand at the pinnacle and look down the slope
I feel a hurry to my denouement
And I long for the sweetness of release.

winter is...

The muted din of winter marks
The death of the vibrance of summer.
For those of us who enjoy the comfort and isolation of the desolate quiet:
the absence of loud colors and obtrusive "noise," in the broadest sense of the word;
Winter is the padded rabbit hutch of our warm hibernation.
Winter is the tranquil comfort of a thick blanket;
a fire that speaks an insular bubble
amidst the cold and frost and a good book or show.

Merciful Death

I wish I were a reaper,
What beauty I could see:
the end of life forgotten
and the beginning of immortal infancy.

I'd be the hooded cowboy
to release the pain of years-
and usher in a change in consciousness
While abating any fears.

I'd be Charron without the boat
free to heal forever I'd roam.
And seeing these things I'd be part of the whole
collecting, releasing and nurturing pure souls.

I wish I were a reaper
to be merciful and true-
Then I would be a comforting presence
even when I got to you.

Speechless

What is it like to live in silence?
I couldn't stay silent if I tried-
I wouldn't be silent if I died.

Life is like so much violence
as is the ferocity of the mind.