Darkness

Ripping from the outside, turning off the lights,
All is being taken over by the darkness.

The past is waiting for the future to grab hold,
Until the moments come all is left waiting in the darkness.

Splitting the wood, removing the axe from the core,
With wanting to put the pieces together but can’t see in darkness.

The dreams the little girl held and never let go,
Got taken away in the nights darkness.

Waiting for the loving touch to come back,
But taken away forever in the darkness.

Being brought back to a time of everything being planned,
To a time of where no one knew of the darkness.

To an underlines defeat of ruins,
While one wants Rebecca out the darkness.

Alone

Trapped is this valley, it has a never ending descend.
You continuous call out to me, but all I hear is each bone
smacking each rock, branch, or tree my limbs smack.
You come searching for me in times of need, when I run
my way, instead of going down the path you've made for me.

The final smack of reaching bottom to have all the junk, pain,
every thought of wrong, be washing over every piece of me.
All I can do is call out for you. Knocking on each door calling
for you, but when I finally come humbly your there with open arms.

Aviators

Hiding from the world,
Becoming a new identity
Thinking of a new attitude.
I give power to those
That wear me.

The dark reflecting gray,
With the subtle roundness.
Or the half mooned shaped
Anyone could pull off.
Many could even feel
A sense of badassness.

Feeling they could be
Fighting back in the war.
Pulling off my look
And could conquer the
World one look at a time.

Who ever wears me, will
Never leave my style.
They gain a new sense
Of confidence, that never ends
People have been rockin’ my
Look since planes were created.

Only One

A peaceful moment that can only be caused by one thing.
There is nothing else that exist that can bring about even
close to being and equal measure of this moment. Many
search their whole life to experience this moment. Filling
the space with money, sex, false intimacy, adrenaline, etc.
Nothing can compare. Only one thing can fulfill that need.

He gives the answers, and brings peace, love,
a compassion that no one else and nothing else
could. This love is never ending nor is he failing. 

One Truth

Tossing and turning is what happens when the darkness comes.
In the light of day, anything seems comfortable. Your presence
keeps me at peace. When the light deep your presence seems to
take over. I feel your warmth and guidance calling to me. When I hear
your voice, I know things are right. His voice is trickier and conniving.

One voice in loving and tender. It hopes to see me succeed. I love waking
up to hearing your peace. I can be so caught up and in a moment of letting
my guard down to hear you, he invades our moments together. Trying to
corrupt the blessing that I just praised for over coming. Your grace guides me.

Glimmer, sparkle, distractions to a raccoon.
Are you more intelligent? Believing I'll fall for these old tricks.
Books tell a story. Poems share and evoke emotions.
Neither give instruction, both fill our head with ideas.

Walk with me. Be my right hand and old it when in need.

Straight and Narrow

Feet going one in front of the other, watching as the pass in a straight line
one continuous line. Then another pair come into the line of view. Words
are coming out of the owners shoes. No threat. Calm tone. Who could
this mystery voice belong to. The shoes begin to stray as his eyes move to see
her skirt flowing in the wind. He trips over himself as he goes to follow the show owner.

Her path isn't straight. Her feet wonder ever which way so so please.
Sometimes she tip toes, others a dance, some times she even rocks on her heels.
He stays flat footed. Planted while zigs and zags off his path. He watches her.
Longing for her feet to match his path. They over lap and moments but he's
memorize but her feet going where she so pleases. She moves with the breeze.

Drop the pages that seek a life
that no longer shows in the writing.
A made up memory. A dispassionate
trial that ended up being so filled
of an unspeakable love.
                                       Or was it a fantasy?

Chills that come crawling up your back, tingles creeping up the body
an uncontrollable reaction. Shivers climb throughout your insides.

History

Meanness is an every lasting continuation.
Women going against one another over their
own insecurities. Instead  of empowering one
another, we tear each other down internally.

With these insecurities we share with our fellow
girlfriends and these thoughts are tossed around,
spread to create deeper insecurities and hatred.

A glance of subtle once over, a look that gives chills
to the one receiving. One that has been perfected
through childhood, short and hardened in high school.
Then chilled in adulthood. No softness with judgement.