Myths and Misconceptions

myths and misconceptions

are slowly stripped away,

layer by layer,

resulting in brutal realizations;

nothing is as it seems;

and it becomes increasingly clear,

that the things you will never do in life,

far outweigh those

which you have done or ever will do,

this world, this life,

begins and ends,

until lines and boundaries become oblivious,

running together

like melting winter snow.

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Boundaries

call out my name,

across the dark, forlorn waters

of this raging swamp,

and I will hear,

I will come;

outside the storm rages on,

as children die

slow lonely deaths,

while inside,

it is business as usual;

time makes everything

temporary, obsolete,

in their well-defined universe,

they lie trapped,

by limits and invisible boundaries

they can never cross;

we are all terminally ill,

in this terminal world,

waiting for a cure

which will never come;

but still we wait

just the same.

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Still

I rise from my bed at 0444,

thinking of the day ahead;

still there is her;

I dress and make my morning juice drink,

get in my car and drive to work,

going over all the things

I want to accomplish throughout the day;

still there is her;

I watch the day come and go,

traveling on the road lying in-between,

making connections and departures

in a world where nothing is as it seems;

still there is her;

and I wonder if she knows,

if she understands the reasons

behind decisions, which were not as easy

as they might have seemed,

but in the final analysis;

does it matter?

so I pretend as if it was all just part of the game,

the way it was meant to be,

laughing and smiling at everything and everyone,

doing the only things I know how to do,

being the only person

I know how to be,

a stranger,

inside a dark and foreign land,

and still;

there is her.

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this prison

in the dead of the night,

the breeze finally comes,

as the heat floats gently away,

like the breath of a slowly dying man,

his soul crying out to flee this prison,

where it has been held for so long,

never allowed to become,

all that it could have been,

praying for survival,

among the destruction of prison walls,

returning to a home it has never known;

sleep comes hard,

in this land of loneliness and pain,

while thoughts of words already said,

echo through the silence of the mind,

remembering places nearly forgotten,

by this clever disguise called life;

the small still voice,

quietly calls out,

offering a refuge of hope and light,

amidst the cold and barren darkness,

of this forgotten, forsaken cell;

I wish I could walk out of this prison,

discard it like old clothes,

free at last,

no restrictions,

no fear or rage,

only quiet, simple thought;

this prison which holds me to the earth,

this prison that makes me crave depravity,

this prison in which I was born,

this prison which has grown with me,

but has never let me grow.

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even Einstein knew that

“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.” – the first law of thermodynamics or the conservation of energy. One of the key principles in Einstein’s theory of relativity.

I’ve learned a few things

in this life,

things that no one else knows

or takes the time to see;

for example;

I know that rock n roll

began in 1948,

in the form of a simple

country blues song

called boogie chillum,

by a man

who would influence

a whole generation,

but never get the credit

that was his due;

I know that I have heard the

voice of God, spoken by a prophet

during my lifetime,

just as so many others did,

but that very few recognized him

for who he truly was,

but that someday they will;

I know that this life

is not what it seems,

that it is an illusion,

created to deceive and fool,

a very elaborate illusion,

but an illusion

just the same;

I know that Jesus Christ

was exactly who He said He was,

just as the words of the bible

say precisely what they mean,

and are not hiding

ancient secrets

or theological mysteries,

despite how many scholars

say they are,

that the truth is so simple,

only the simple

can see it;

whether the rest of the world

wants to believe it

or not;

I know that nothing in this life

is an accident,

that it was all planned out

from the beginning,

every detail,

every chance encounter,

that the energy

we carry inside,

can never be destroyed,

only changed

or altered in form;

hell;

even Einstein knew that.

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than you

I have written many things in my life,

thought many thoughts,

fantasized many fantasies,

dreamed many dreams,

but none of them

are more important

than you;

I have written of imaginary lovers

and foolish ideas,

all of which

seemed so important,

but were nothing,

nothing at all,

when compared to the love

that we share,

you are the reality

which has kept me holding on

to this life,

for more years

than I can remember,

yours is the touch

I long to feel,

the voice

I long to hear,

at the end of the day,

when nothing seems real,

when nothing is true,

as all the thoughts and ideas

go drifting away

like smoke,

from a burning campfire,

you are the part of me

I can never let go,

no matter how hard

this need to destroy

everything that I touch

has tried;

there is no one

I would rather be with

than you.

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More

she has been by my side,

for more than half her life,

she has been my lover,

my best friend,

the part of me

that has allowed for survival,

in a world so dark and lost;

she is my strength,

my foundation,

I need her

like the dawn

needs the sun,

like the night

needs the moon,

the light

which guides the way;

if I could,

I would give her more;

words cannot say

what her and I have,

nor can they replace

this life that we have shared,

she builds me up

when I am down,

she continues to believe

in us,

when I give her no reason;

if I could,

I would give her more;

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