writing – Page 2 – Artistic Apathy

A Town In Blue

A constant pouring of rain

Renders the brain…

Useless.

I can see you through this, if you’ll let me

I know everyone around you isn’t helping

Always thinking they know the best thing

Nothing’s working out, it’s upsetting

Just hold on.

Hold on.

You were never alone all along.

It just takes for you see that.

I know you feel you have to face facts…

But when you’re around me you can relax

Put the drugs down, don’t relapse.

Pain… my attitude towards it has changed.

I once saw it as a hinderance… Now I see it as the coal that fuels this locomotive of a crazy ride called life. My deliverance.

Be free from worry, end your strife.

There’s so much more to discover, put down the knife.

We can make it… If we can keep in mind… That it won’t always be nice.

I want you alive and if I have to… I’ll say it twice.

She Will

My intentions are pure, I swear it

I saw you sitting alone by yourself, looking isolated

I can be more than a shoulder to cry on. I can be more than just your man.

From one glimpse it became abundantly clear how truly beautiful you are. The way you carried yourself, suggested an underlying grace mucked up by years of betrayal and decpetion

Allow me to be the outlier, the fire that burns the inhibitions lying deep within you

In my thoughts I held your hand and it was warm. Our love could be hotter than sitting by the fireplace on an average afternoon

Who fed you lies about yourself? That you weren’t enough? That you weren’t pretty or graceful enough? Blasphemy. I would have thought you were Nike herself.

I don’t know the best way to approach you, though I see you in the same place every afternoon… but a simple greeting might do.

I want to rendezvous with you. Can we meet at the usual place? You know the one…

XTC

When you said you were down to ride, I didn’t account for an actual roller coaster

With you it’s up and down. First you’re hot then you’re cold.

What’s it going to take to spark this light?

I know exactly what buttons to push, what knobs to turn, to send you reeling…

You beg for mercy but it’s too late now. Allow me to repay you for everything in this moment.

I will not stop until you’ve arrived. Unlike a road trip, the point is not the destination.

In this case it’s the journey. On this ride, there are highs and then there are lows.

Let me get you to the point of climax only to have you fall into a maddening deep descent.

Afterwards I leave you begging for more but I’m reluctant to spoil you.

I’ll leave you to your imagination so the real thing is that much more powerful

You’ve given up control but left it in very capable hands.

Only someone who adores you deserves to have this kind of power over you.

This isn’t a dynamic, but every thing means something if I’m that much closer to you.

Our bodies become one and our souls unite on this joy ride of passion, pain and pleasure…

I sketched a story on your bare back. The story of us. Beginning, resolution and climax.

Rapture in Rhapsody

The place where I belong is short lived

For a few minutes, I get to feel something new while experiencing something quaint

My spirit longs for its release but alas I am only flesh

Free me from the captivity which binds me. Loosen my harnesses! Free me from restraint!

With each resounding note I feel myself becoming a little bit free-er.

The melodies are etched on the litany of my soul. The music lives through me. Through my very being.

And I embody it. I take it on. It becomes a part of my persona as distinguishable as a laugh, for example.

For a moment, I swore I had wings. If I had wings then I would fly. But I’m bound physically and other times mentally too.

At least I can escape, if only for a moment…

In Remembrance Of

Never forget me as I live and breathe

Even beyond the grave

My bones will tell when your heart has departed from a memory once known

Though I lie six feet under, carry that torch for me, even if it only burn as bright as a candle

In the sand you took a stick and etched my name but the water came and washed it all away

I will come and anchor my boat on that land and dock myself at your bay. The lighthouse is a beacon that calls the heart.

And from afar I will answer…

Don’t forget the way I made you laugh, or the way I made you smile, the way I made you cry… I was present for all of it. And when you think of me again, there I will be with you.

Don’t leave me.

I fear facing another cruel winter all alone.

Dusk calls riding on the coat tails of a nightmare draped in fantasy.

You are welcome for all those precious moments.

When you take me for granted I will come haunting like a midnight ghoul and snatch away all the memories you have of me.

Then what are you?

But no… Heaven forbid. For now, keep me in your thoughts. Lest I perish along with them.

Photo cred: Eric Houck