Close Company - Poetry

The line.

The days grow more dismal and more daunting. The night is ever so haunting. I felt the other me last night. The one that wants to sleep. Sleep forever. I ignored it. I pushed passed the notion of a blink of an eye turned into eternity. I choose to stay awake. To live in the shadows. For I know, the days of the never ending darkness will end. I choose to see that day. I choose to fight the good fight. I will not be pushed aside. I will be here.

Logistical Power

I need goals to survive. The next step up the staircase that is my path.

Without the next step there is no where to go. Effectively halted in my tracks.

The door to the attic just out of reach, unable to grasp the gold handle to the door that conceals all that I've ever wanted. The rays of light pear from under my gatekeeper.

Never turning my eye from the barrier to my dreams, conquering each goal with every step I take. Each step giving me the power to be my own savior.

Friday Night Blues

My brain rambles like my mouth at a party. Thinking of all the things that I could be doing or sound like a good idea some other place some other time.

Nodding my head to the music that now fills my head like an army to conquer the boredom that sweeps in from the mountains in the north corner of my world. The world now expanding to fill the emptiness of the space around me.

I stand Battle Ready and with the gust of wind from the speakers I thrust my mouse upward to the heavens and venture on towards the cyberspace which awaits me.

Torn

In the world of shades of grey I find myself torn.

Torn because I myself am a shade of grey, mixed from my white and black background.

Do I blend in with this world?

Am I just a continuation of the middle ground, this undisclosed region known only to those that can see it.
Those that have not sheltered their eyes from this grey, the grey that like the middle ground it represents has only half truths and half hopes.

The Dreams

I dream these dreams with lullaby's and gold stars. These dreams that give me hope and the power to say "Yes I can!". The sun filled once in a blue moon rainy day dreams. The, make me wanna climb the highest mountain only to get stuck at the bottom due to weather but because of that I found inner piece dreams. The fantastically imaginative I don't feel so bad about not having friends because I find comfort within myself dreams. The dreams that dare me to dream again dreams...

Battle Ready

With my heart as my shield and my words as my weapons I stand ready for battle.

The worlds armies at my feet I stand ready me myself and I.

With only the strength of my soul to lead me.

I Ponder...

I ponder what has been, what is now, and what there is to come

I ponder the people that have come before me

I ponder what makes things good and what makes things bad

I ponder what this world has in store for me

I ponder what I could make of this world

I ponder...

Me and Mine ... I wish

I see the stars and moon as the jealousy in their eyes grows as their light is just a fraction of that which shines in you.

The light that pulls me in with the strength of 100 wild horses, that could never be tamed but in your presence they know only obedience.

My world orbits a star that is the embodiment of you and the blissful rays that shone from it, spread joy to everything they touch.

The clouds part, the skies clear and people look to the heavens just to catch a glimpse and for a moment be part of something great.

You are everything but in this large world but a piece of the puzzle that makes it whole. When I look into myself and put the pieces of my soul together, the piece that fits everywhere is you.

Deafening Silence

The silence deafens me. Know for not ever will i hear the sounds of the world when they are not listening for me.

The emptyness of sound that chills me. Stuck inside me. Never escaping.

I've been forced from where I am into this place, this place of deafening silence.

The calmness of the place i used to be and once was is like a fleeting memory. A voice in the wind. An echo in this great silence that deafens me.

Not falling ... Flying down ...

As I plummet from the sky from which I used to soar, my wings cut short from the great length that even my thoughts could not reach are now but memories of their greatness, echoes of what they were.

As the warmth of the place I hold so dear like the warmth of the cabin fire as you sit and bask in its joy slips away, I fall ... not fall but fly down.

Down to you.

As my dreams are no longer strong enough to take flight the image of you is my revelation. The purity of your soul is the gust of air like the embodiment of salvation itself carries me away, back to my place in the sky.

With you as my wings I have no fear, I see the world not for what it is but for what it could be. With you as my wings I can fly higher then my dreams could have taken me, with you as my wings I am whole.

With you as my wings, I know nothing for which to describe my limits ... I am free.