Understanding – Page 5

Heart of Stone, Breast of Glass

So you’ve looked upon the very thing I spoke of before? So you’ve made the effort? You’ve seen this heart of stone and found it wanting? Wanting what? Where’s your answer? Where’s mine? I can’t tell you the right one, but I’ll certainly tell you one:

Alchemist

Songs float around my head

Think of words they’ve said

Lying wide awake

Transmute gold from lead

Many times you are warned

Many times we are torn

Pricking simple sentences

From the base of a thorn

From the heart, a sliver shorn

Ein Herz aus Stein

A heart of stone

Final patch’s been sewn

To hide away the chiseled heart so far from home

Sing your somber songs

Pray upon the peddled pillory

Climb inside the cold confessional

Not so private… not so safe

Between you and He

A bet you’re willing to make?

Challenge must you undertake.

Could You Find It In Yourself?

Afternoon, compadres. Look inside. What do you see? You can tell me. You can trust me. I am as I have always been. A man in a box, a man outside a box, who knows? Juxtaposed, contradiction, opposition… What do you do when you can’t choose just one? When you have to make a choice? Choose both. Find peace within yourself by making peace with yourself. Maybe that’ll even work. For now, I’m just talking. Please enjoy, most esteemed compatriots.

Little Prince

blithering, blathering, blubbering child

don’t you see, don’t you care?

it’s been a long time since he smiled

your little prince has nothing to wear

sitting, swearing, scaring man

lying to me, lying to you

lying in the sun, working on your tan

your boy’s gone out and formed a plan

you don’t get to be

a part of this

don’t you see

you’re no longer on the list

reconciliation

what’s that mean?

conciliation

on you i knew i could not lean

seeing, staring, watching all you do

from that very early age he knew

plotting as he grew

all the ways to get away from you

blithering, blathering, blubbering man

don’t you see, don’t you care?

your little boy’s gone out and become a man.

We’ll See, I Suppose

Good afternoon, friends. I am very tired today. Very tired for a long time now. I don’t believe it’s quite coming to a head. This is just how it is now. I won’t ever give up, of course. I refuse. I will keep going. Keep doing my best. It doesn’t get easier, but it does get easier. My dreams will not be just dreams. Perception is reality. We can all take a lesson from that, I think. Finding myself never stops. Finding yourself never stops. That’s the fun part. Somewhat sad poem for you today. Maybe I’m easier to figure out than I think.

Self-Sufficient

You want me to be honest?

You want me to tell the truth?

I am tired.

I am spent.

I just need to go home and sleep.

Go home and be in my bed.

To stow and hide away my heart and mind.

To hold my broken heart in your hands.

How it must be to know such power.

Intoxicating, perhaps.

I only wish you would care for it

Cherish it, the way a lover would.

Sew me up

Put me back together

Pick up all my pieces but you’re missing the tape

I don’t hurt anymore

Just the slow thumping in my chest

My blood still flows just the same

Somehow it comes to pass that I breathe without lungs

Pump blood with no heart

See with no eyes

And touch with no hands

All things I give to you freely

That you take and take without recess

So that now I have nothing left

Except that I do

I am breathing

I am Seeing

And I am feeling

Another Little Love Story

Guten Morgen, Freunde! Every day is an opportunity for another little love story. Fall in love even more with the person you love, fall in love with the trees and the dirt, fall in love with air you breathe and the little tiny dogs you see walking in the street. Life is often hard, but I’ve said before: You don’t need to harden yourself to match it. Find peace in acceptance of yourself and all things. Find love in your heart where you thought it had left. Be softer and kinder to yourself and those around you. Never give up. The World won’t. Why should you?

It’s A Helluva Lot

Spending months away at sea

Leaving just the baby and she

Thinking to myself about the way they miss me

Hoping happy she will be

Coming home to see her eyes

Reflecting deep blue skies

And her love I need not prise

For with her I won’t capsize

Stepping from the boat and holding her

Hearing the machines choke and whir

And i can say with confidence she’s better than pictures

Sitting at the foot of the bed

Knowing that someday we’ll be wed

Thinking of the life we have ahead

I’ll one day leave this ship and be with her instead

I’ll give up being a sailor and be the one she counts on

I’ll wake up every morning to her smile with the dawn

Knowing when the time comes that i won’t again be gone

Herculean Feats

Afternoon, all. Today does not feel so bad a day. Does not feel so foreign a feeling. This pain will linger a long time, no doubt. It’s up to me to understand it. To make life what it should be. My love will stand strong, keeping me and others afloat. It must. There’s no other option. Without further ado:

Coffee

Peering into the well

Look upon the darkness inside

Smell its aromas

Feel its effects

A distraction

Simply distracting

Ripples in the black

Never sweet, take it back

Drinking from your chalice

Topping up on malice

Down the rabbit hole…

Went little Alice

The Queen of Cosmos peers down upon you

Or up

How can you be sure?

Her eyes Follow you

Issuing an Edict

Listen close

She only speaks it once

Ready for the seance

You speak to ghosts

And they reply

Watch out!

You’re burning the lye

How can you clean up all this mess

Absent any soap?