Feel Through

Feel through the neediness,
Feel through the pain,
Feel through the part of you
scared to be hurt again,
Feel through your anger,
Feel through your scar,
Feel through the part of you
not sure of who you are,
Feel through your emptiness,
Feel through your tears,
Feel through the part of you
afraid to face the years,
Feel through till you come to
the place we are all of,
Feel through the heart of you,
Feel through to Love.

Just a thing.

Just a thing that used to be,
You and me,
Though once we flew close to the sun,
Our dreams stripped raw,
Our plans new spun,
Felt sure we were supposed to be,
Everything was you and me,

But soon it all became undone,
We were not us, but each just one,
Alone, and guarding our own pride,
Shielding what we have inside,
Licking wounds, and wondering why,
In the end we have to cry,

But tears go by,
With each new dawn,
And though we limp,
We still move on,
Till time it morphs,
And you and me,
Are just a thing,
That used to be.

Not Quite Dark Enough

I could write a poem on Addiction,
But it’d never be quite dark enough,
The clichés are all true,
But they never can do,
Justice to really how rough,
That dance can be,
When that Sweet Lady,
First sweeps you off of your feet,
Before that dance is through,
She’s no doubt conquered you,
And won’t ever let you retreat,

You twirl round the floor,
Though you don’t want anymore,
Once her ugly and mean side is shown,
Your head knows it’s time,
But soon you will find,
Your body’s a mind of its own,
She’ll take control,
Of your heart and your soul,
Promise all, but deliver just fears,
Try as you sometimes might,
To put up a fight,
She can keep the dance going for years,

She’ll dance you to hell,
That much I can tell,
Cuz I’ve danced with the lady myself,
Been put through the pale,
Fought both tooth and nail,
I keep the scars in a jar on a shelf,
Only one thing to trust,
As many times as you must,
With this Lady who has brought you disgrace,
Gather love and support,
Then cut her off short,
And slap the bitch right in the face!

Man, Time, Pain

There are few constants in the world, and two of those are of pain and suffering.  Pain is a wonderful thing.  It reminds us that we are fallible and alive.  If we did not feel pain, we would be dead.  We must embrace pain, as we embrace failure.  We must realize that we are utterly worthless and that trying to accomplish something worthwhile is an exercise in futility.  Something will inevitable go wrong, the spoke of the wheel will fail, and the best-laid plans will falter under the enormous weight of reality.  There is no redemption, there is no hope.  Man ─ as he stands ─ is alone.  His own thoughts will betray him, his body will decay, and time is neither his friend nor his enemy.  Time, an artificial construct has made slaves of us all.  Before the invention of the watch, the most despicable of devices, there was only night and day as measurement.

Wish I’d Looked Into Your Eyes

If I’d only looked into your eyes,
I believe I would have realised,
Would have eased the panic and the fear,
Let my heart speak and let my head hear,
Would have seen me in you standing there,
Broken the spell, made myself aware,
Could have slowed things down, applied the brakes,
Thought of more than just my own heartaches,
Would have known what’s true, felt what is real,
Before stepping on the hamster wheel,
Because after that things went too fast,
Can’t stop ripples when the stone’s been cast,
So I find myself, a decade on,
Wondering what I’ve done, and where you’ve gone,
Wishing I’d been, just a bit more wise,
Stopped myself, and looked into your eyes.

It Just Is

To everything perhaps a season,
That doesn’t mean a rhyme or reason,
Fate plays its hand without showing a card,
At times we’re ever so demanding,
In our need for understanding,
But the truth is sometimes life’s just bloody hard,
It’s also true it seldom lasts,
And at some point rough times are past,
Though we know some day they’ll come back our way,
So raise your glasses with your friends,
Know that every road has bends,
And that in the end joy will find a way.

My Well

There’s a well inside my core,
Used for one thing, nothing more,
To lock my deepest pain away,
So I don’t feel it every day,
Around the well my outer shell,
Filled with beauty, joy, troubles, strife,
The common stuff of daily life,
Most of the time I live up there,
Enjoying what life has to share,
But now and then there comes a twist,
I trip and stumble through the mist,
To the well, to visit pain so pure,
Is it bottomless? I’m never sure,
But I’m drawn back time and time again,
To revisit my heart’s pure pain,
There I wallow in what’s oft denied,
Till I slowly climb back up the side,
Leaving pain back down there on a shelf,
Till the cycle does repeat itself,
I return each time to the real world calling,
But worry one day I’ll just keep on falling……