Onward, upward, and ever forward . . .

Time cannot erase the promise I'm making to myself to rise above the everyday

We were like when worlds collide,
Annihilated by the impact.
I could see it coming for miles,
But never a thought crossed my mind to react.
Now we’re like when stars collapse.
Explode into nothingness,
Fade to black.
Like the circles in your eyes, and
In them I see the event horizon.

Whether you
weather me or not,
still we storm.
We are on a faster path.
So what comes after that
Is nearly over.

Within me,
Without you,
Will my soul
Wither
In the aftermath
Of my fit of happiness,
Clearly over?

And like when the planets align,
We were perfect in the disarray.
But only for a time, and so it passed.
Everything turns out that way.
Everything moves along its path.
Description is easy, just do the math.
You’ll see what we are with clarity.
A singularity, and

Whether you
Weather me or not,
Still we storm.
We are on
A faster path.
So what comes after that
Is nearly over.

Within me,
Without you,
Will my soul
Wither
In the aftermath
Of my bit of happiness,
Clearly over?

From what we create, a constellation aggregates.
Its outline traces the shape of my own private universe.
Be it physics or fate, we begin to separate.
The space between us expands, and the energy is dispersed.

You ever wish you could erase the past?
Slow it down just to make it last
And in these relationships we all break our backs
It’s hard to let it go and just face the facts
We both keep pushing like the same old same shit
We swallow pride even when it sucks to taste it
Face it, somehow we complicate this
Basically waste all this goodness and gracious
It used to be faceless
It’s got a name now
Now I understand
It’s all pain
How easily it seems to me that the scenery changes
I can’t believe it but you know that I gave it away
It’s a high price for the love and the hate
It’s my right to consider it waste
If I write my life
Nobody gon’ be filling your place
It’s been forever and it’s still a disgrace

We were like when stars are born.
All that matters begins to coalesce,
And heavier things are formed,
When all of the right elements acquiesce.
Now we’re like when stars collapse.
Explode into nothingness,
Fade to black.
Like the circles in my eyes, and
In them you’ll see the event horizon.

Whether you
Weather me or not,
Still we storm.
We are on
A faster path.
And what comes after that
Is nearly over.

Within me,
Without you,
Will my soul
Wither
In the aftermath
Of my bit of happiness,
Clearly over?

HAPPY SUMMER, EVERYONE! ENJOY! 8)

The light hits me, and I need to breathe life, and so I proceed to inhale, let me take it all in.

On the verge of a revelation, on the edge of my destination, I exhale, and I fully fall in.

I evened out around the equator. Took the time I’ve been saving for later. Surprised how the change in latitude caused a change in attitude. Now I burn for those solar moments, and turn with the urges they foment to realize my rebirth, my connection with the Earth.

Give me some of that warm and bright sunshine
To release me from a cold and darker time
To relieve me every fear and doubt of mine
And break me off some peace of mind
Let it ease my mind

Into the blue of the ocean, and out of the bluest emotion, I give me whole-hearted devotion. Sweet thing, could pass me the lotion? The light hits me and I blink, and everything is bright in my sight, and I might take flight tonight if I drink, feeling like I am all kinds of alright.

I need to my feet on white sand. I need to sip this glass in my hand. I need someone out there to understand how much this man standing here needs a suntan. I want to take a fast car to a fast plane. I want to take it past far, change my last name. I want a taste of the good life, good times with a twist of lime, now give me some of that warm and bright sunshine …

The light hits me like a gift, an ever-present lift and I groove to tidal rise-and-fall of it all, and I don’t ever want to move. I feel like anything is possible. I feel like everything is optional. Get over me, it ‘s the only obstacle, and get myself a little bit of tropical.

The light hits me and melts away the stress I had from before, makes me need to feel what I felt, and I’m a fiend who always wants more. So I’m in this state planting palm trees, in my head ‘til the dread is beyond me, with my head full of zombie, I want to feel it fall upon me.

Give me some of that warm and bright sunshine …

Fate is just a word, and when life insists I must remember this.
Whenever it occurred, it was I who put upon a pedestal the precipice.
Creation is a curse. I burn something down to foundation to build another edifice.
Another lesson learned, another turn of phrase to find the artifice in all of this.

All I need is a moment here to breathe, and just be.
Everything will come together after this, I promise.

Patience is obscured by the nervous sting of the urgency of things.
Another vision blurred, from the shift in my eyes, to the one pulling my strings.
Before I find myself immersed in a sea of slings and arrows, throwing fists
I take a moment first, all the while I persist I must remember this.

All I need is a moment here to breathe, and just be.
Everything will come together after this, I promise.

Fate is four-letter word, and when life insists I must remember this.
A concept so absurd, it was I who placed upon a subtlety the emphasis.
Regret is something worse, the way things turn out confounds all your efforts to the opposite.
I take a moment first, take time to exist. I must remember this.

September setting … (continued)

September setting … 

You’re not far from what you wanted to become when you were young. Those years have gone by, but were never lost. It’s too late. We don’t know why some dreams fall through. Today, these are the scars that remind you

When all you see on your broken back is the perfect life that you never had.
It’s a better ground when we fall apart. We’ll come back again as a work of art.

So, lay your head to rest. Don’t worry if things never come around. ‘Cause they have, somehow, in everything you are. It’s too late. When we’ve already been torn in two. Today, these are the scars that remind you

When all you see on your broken back is the perfect life that you never had.
It’s a better ground when we fall apart. We’ll come back again as a work of art.

If you’ve ever missed your attempts to fly, remember this - well, at least you tried. 
Oh oh, you only did what you could. 
Maybe this is not your fault. Remember you still haven’t lost it all
Oh no, if what is left is your heart.

I think you should know you’re a work of art. I think you should know you’re a work of art. When the tide rolled in you did not lose your heart. I think you should know you’re a work of art …

A Victim of Convenience: This isn’t restitutionfor the nights I left you coldno plea for...

She is, for me, the greatest poet on Tumblr.

And this piece is further proof of that. 

victim-of-convenience
:

This isn’t restitution
for the nights I left you cold
no plea for absolution
I would never be so bold
as to practice inclination
while pretending at restraint
This world is full of martyrs, love
but I, I am no saint

This isn’t an apology
for nature, want or will
or the few we’ve burned in effigy
so we could drink our fill

Dream on, little dreamer. And this is how it all begins. Move your feet. Feel how sweet it is. Dream on, little dreamer. Follow all of your own signs.

You got to gather what you need. You got to choose a direction. And when the moment is right for you, you got to go. You got to keep your ideals high. You got to know that the sky belongs to no one. And you know you got to go …

the signs of Summer fading …