A Release
So now it's time,
No longer can I go through,
The low Mondays after a weekend blue.
We fought and argued,
We loved and drew;
A stalemate situation I couldn't cling to.
It's time to release,
'Caged and stalled'? Good-bye to you.
Our lives are flashes that we race through.
I feel your pain,
I'm sorry it was me that made it for you,
It was never my intention, I just never knew.
I tried and tried,
But love left the violent air,
As drops caused ripples that into tsunamis grew.
Accept my sorrow,
If you think, you know it, don't you?
Our time has passed, and with it 'me and you'.
Oh, My...
Oh, My...
A dream called Diamonds; the Desire's high,
A shining sun, breaking through grey sky.
A lovely loquacity in your life, no lie...
A stolen whisper, stuttered kisses, tongues-tie.
A shimmer'd moment, melted in your almond eyes,
A birth of Freedom, once fled, now flies.
A path expanded, dazzled blue horizon: My,
A recent world away, past transgressions lay and die.
A belief refined by chance, molded in Experience's nigh,
A future compelled to dance to Love's breath, Wind's sigh.
Oh, My...
I've just returned to England for a month after an absence of nearly 3 years. There are loads of things that are different, but some things remain the same.
It's weird, when you haven't seen a once familiar place for so long, when you do see it, it seems so beautiful.
This is about Cornwall:
A Time & Place Called 'Home'
As I ride by seas of blue,
The memory of them lingers through,
Today, I saw the life I left,
It looked beautiful, but not I bereft.
The places we walk will always be,
More beautiful when variety we see.
If too long we dwell and slumber,
Then our days drift by in number.
A spice sprinkled, seasoned over all,
Will enhance the taste of our living hall.
We collect the photos and paste them to see,
Then recollect where we once'd be.
If in our lives we feel so stuck,
Then acknoweldge the chain, break free with luck.
Too strong, some bonds will not break,
But with passion relent, and new breath we take.
So, in my home, where I was kid,
Am I now, experiencing whence my id.
The life here is slow and far,
But to stay forever would raise no bar.
In truth, Summer's call enlivens it all,
For Winter's curse displays not such an enthrall.
I have spent long days in this Sun's rays,
But now my life lives in an Eastern gaze.
Return again shall I, for this is sure,
Too many memories to forget, must adore.
In this place, the days last late.
And so their embrace, I shall not remonstrate.
A place and time for best of this land's beauty,
All things seen now seem so new to me.
I delight the difference between East and South West,
They lie as different equals, neither named 'Best'.
Home.
It's pretty obvious what this is about. I hadn't spoken to her for about a month, but we chatted on MSN last night. I miss her, and she says she has decided to change...What do I do?
Cloudbreak
Can a life change in a blink of days?
Move from cloud to sun, embrace rays?
It is my hope that it is true,
But do I dare risk more days of blue?
A fall, a break, a foot yet to heal,
All this chance releasing a seal?
It seemed so tight, 2 years; wouldn't budge,
But now no longer bound, stuck in fudge?
Oh, a dream it would be if this truth played out,
A chance to reclaim ourselves devout;
To one another, each other's shared soul,
Holding our body, being Love's life goal.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooYour poetry gets better and better.
That's true, but I know all my friends will tell me I've already tried so many times, why would things be different now?I don't know, it's just she seemed genuine when I chatted with. I didn't even mention the chance of a reconciliation.
I don't know what to do...
As for what to do...I can honestly say is this, give it a go. You won't know if it'll work out in the end unless you try. And if you never try...you'll always wonder if it would've worked if you had. Better to say in the end that you gave it your best and that's all you really can do. I know...I was in that situation once not too long ago. She made my head spin and played me like a broken chord. But I jumped at the opportunity at reconciliation. And when it didn't work out...I at least will not have to wonder if it would. Carp the Dime, ol' boy.
Word to you, Feanor.
The problem is that the original break-up (nearly 2 months agao) was horrific; it nearly melted the last remaining bit of my brain. I spoke with my dear mother about it last night, and she said much the same thing as you and Syren are saying, but I'm still a little scared that it's all just an act to get me back, then once again...rat-a-tat-tat.
Yeah, you're right. My poetry is getting better...
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooI can see your point. And, having given it much thought, I will say this. I can offer no advise or sage words that you yourself do not already know. There is no point in me waxing nostalgia to compare my own experiences to yours. Or to say metaphorically that life is like a crap shoot, even if it sometimes feels like it is crap and you've no toilet paper. Nor will I speak philosophically that'll bog your mind even more so. Whatever I say or your mother or Syren may add, will never be enough or good enough, nor will it even be right, or for that matter wrong. For it all comes down to one thing and one thing only: whether it is right or wrong for you. And if this girl, who can bring you to the edge of your sanity, is someone you truly love and want to be with...then by all means do it! But, if she turns out to be Lizzie Borden in the end, then my friend chalk it up to a learning experience. The point is...you have to move on. Wallowing in thought, confusion, despair, second guesses will get you nowhere. That is what life is about, right? To move on. The destination matters little, as long as you move those little legs of yours and you carry along with you your hip flask for those occasions. So there you have it. Now buck up, chest out, shoulders squared...and git!
Word to you, Feanor.The problem is that the original break-up (nearly 2 months agao) was horrific; it nearly melted the last remaining bit of my brain. I spoke with my dear mother about it last night, and she said much the same thing as you and Syren are saying, but I'm still a little scared that it's all just an act to get me back, then once again...rat-a-tat-tat.
Yeah, you're right. My poetry is getting better...
Fëanor, you're the man, man. Seriously, thanks for the advice/philosophical life musings.
The ball is moving, but I can't see her for another 10 days as we are seperated by oceans, mountains and deserts. I'm excited, but also a little scared. However, where is the living if our lives are always lacklustre?
Rock on, dude.