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« Reply #3420 on: November 12, 2020, 12:17:39 »
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Walking down
The memory lane
I've arrived into
My love story

How I raved about you
About the dream I felt could come true
And my anxious words
And the dried withered rose
And the ladders and thorns
And the poetry
And my music was born
From the way I was torn
Between feelings and what I was suppos'd to be

Down the memory lane
Yes, my love stays the same
Sparkling, radiant, pure
As it was my first
And its romance was all
That I needed to fall
Into pleasant and magical reverie
Of the day when we could
Meet somehow and it would
Be the moment of truth, end of loneliness

How you would smile at me
And I would feel at ease
Safe enough to exhibit my confidence
In my hope and my love
And that we could just talk
I would take your hand and keep you close to me
How we could have a walk
And dissolve all the fears
And our path would be one for eternity
And I wanted you near
But right now it's a tear
Sliding down my cheek as a testimony

And what should I do now
With the time that has passed
With the ugly edges, words, and the brokenness
Of my oaths and ties, and above all -- the lies
Or just real life that was too much for me?
I step back from this view, yes, of course
I love you, but which you is the one that I know in you?
What is going to come? There is no point to run
Anywhere, all I want is to stay in peace
And just watch all the things, 'cause the memories sting
If I try to simply forget of this
And I wanted to trust, I still want to believe
It is hard to let go when your soul learned this bliss
And I don't want to kill any part of me
But it's getting so dark, and I have to resist
All the coldness and fears, and I'm tired of my tears
And I can only watch, and I don't want to touch
All these memories -- because they make me bleed

So I take a step back

Down the memory lane
Yes, my love stays the same
Sparkling, radiant, pure
As it was my first
And its romance was all
That I needed to fall
Into pleasant and magical reverie
Of the day when we could
Meet somehow and it would
Be the moment of truth, end of loneliness
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3421 on: November 13, 2020, 14:45:24 »
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You were love to me
Calling softly
From within my soul

All those years ago

You meant love to me
All the languid fire
All the first desire
All these blooming things

Shattered apiece
When I saw in you
How they may be untrue
In your distance
In your preference
Shown by your search
In others of what I had ready
To offer

To give you

I wanted to love only you

I could never let go
Of the dream of me and you
Of the faithful you, of the real you
Of the true you, even if conflicted
Even if difficult, but someone who
Could be with me, choose to be with me
Above chasing after other things

Someone who could feel me
Could get to know me
Could get known by me

And I waited with my offer
Hoping you would notice
See it clearly, that I love you dearly
Still, that you could be with me
I could be with you, if only you could
Really
Choose us two

in words and actions

You were love to me
Calling softly
From within my soul

All those years ago

All those years ago
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3422 on: November 14, 2020, 11:20:20 »
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And I feel like
I let you down
Chaz

I know it wasn't me
T'was your past
T'was your world
Chaz

Who the hell was I to you?
What could I even do?
Nothing

Maybe now I can do
Something
For others like you
And me
Though putting us on one level
Makes me shudder in fear
Chaz, what you lived through
A fraction of it
Would've been enough to kill
Me

Chaz
When I close my eyes
I see you
How you held your body
A frozen melody
Of someone half-here
Half-there, half-through

Sometimes you say goodbye
Sometimes you just keep sayin'
It stays within, it will always stay
Chaz
You're forever a part of me
Let me keep your legacy
Remind me of how things can be
How inner hell can co-exist with everything
Else and never look like it
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3423 on: November 14, 2020, 15:03:29 »
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Your voice was so strong
Karen
Flowing so easily
Pure radiance
Of sound

But you weren't the son
Couldn't ever be number one
For your mom

-- Tell her that you love her
-- Karen, of course I love you, for God's sake!
-- And you, ma'am?
-- I'm from the North. We don't do this. I won't say it


How did it feel to you, the woman I never knew
To find her slim body in her room
With the unloved heart that simply stopped
Beating? Was it hard
Or did it also go by not really noticed
Within your armored demeanor?
How did it feel like, what is the honor
In all that?

Your voice was so strong
Karen
Flowing so easily
As if life was no effort
As if you didn't carry a monster
An agony of no end in sight
Where some hold a loving light

Karen
I don't believe in hell anymore
It can be both on this earth I
I just wish things were kinder
Kinder, gentler
Saner
For us all

Karen
I believe in some light in the Beyond
May it give love to all the unloved
Daughters and sons, all the broken
Children of this world, I can't ask God
Why, I can only pray I
Can hope it can change
Somehow, somewhen
Somehow, somewhen
Somewhen
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3424 on: November 15, 2020, 11:46:26 »
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I'm looking at the river waters
How they
Hug the shores, gently
Nibbling off the unbound earth
Taking bits of it away
A hello to somewhere
Down there

And everything visual has its own rhythm
Tone and melody
Life is music even when it's inanimate
Isn't it splendid?
How everything is reflected, repeated
Mirrored, and yet slowly evolving
And sometimes drastically changed?

But nothing is truly sudden
If we could hear the pattern
In its entirety
But we're too short-lived for that

Maybe God is just music
And each soul is an instrument
And we simply form one choir
With everything around us?
Do we conduct it? I don't know
But maybe we're obliged to tune
Our own instrument
For the sake of ourselves and everything

Real life is also made of suffering
It just happens, it's a part of it
All the pain of your friend's heart
Breaking over a malformed newborn
Of someone you know losing their father due to
A virus putting the world on hold except
Those parts where a friend of your friend
Has recently died in a local war

I breathe in the air, I am calm
I am calm for I know the price of drama
Who can I help if I let my emotions run amok?
The world needs more people who can hold still
And stand through the cruelty that we don't want to notice
In our own hearts, too, sometimes

I'm looking at the river waters
How they
Hug the shores, gently
Nibbling off the unbound earth
Taking bits of it away
A hello to somewhere
Down there

And I don't ask God why all this misery happens
For I don't want to know the answer, it just is
As is, but I don't agree with those saying we
Have no power over things, that with prayer
We can fix everything, if we're children of God
We are destined to grow up, as all children are
To learn to help ourselves, and I wish I could say
This to my friend but he's grieving and I shut up
I can't help what has happened, and maybe this is why Lord
Tells us to give Him our sorrows, for sometimes
There's nothing to do, everything is done but
But I always doubt things were planned to be like that

Maybe God is just music
And each soul is an instrument
And we simply form one choir
With everything around us?
Do we conduct it? I don't know
But maybe we're obliged to tune
Our own instrument
For the sake of ourselves and everything
Here, in this world
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3425 on: November 16, 2020, 09:58:57 »
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I'm watching how leaves are
Twirling
Twirling in the sunlit air of November
And I follow each oak branch silhouette
With my very soul

I am forming yet another set of
Beautiful pearls of memories
I wish you could be with me
Be a part of them by
Holding my hand, or just sitting
Close to me

But the leaves are
Twirling
Silently pirouetting
Through the fabric of
Sunlit November time

Only ducks and drakes are
My true company
Maybe Nature, and Beauty
God, probably, too

I maybe am not lonely

The leaves are twirling
Twirling
Falling onto the placid surface
Of a little pond

Sometimes people that you love
Aren't a part of your life
Sometimes they think they love you
They maybe even tell this to others
And you're left with these feelings
These questions of
Does it feel like love? Do I ask too much?

But only the twirling leaves
And the sunlight, and annoyed drakes
And the whimsicality of oak tree branches
Are your answer
When things go bad -- do something good.