Seasons(excerpt)

From my Summer of change
Darkness finds me in the Fall of my victory
Ushering in my Winter of discontent
For the Spring of life I’ll never see

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Disconnect

Disconnection
Changing course
Leaving behind weight
Searching for that oasis
I know it’s on the horizon
Past the edge of the map
Past where monsters dwell
Over the rainbow
And beyond the gates of Eden
Into the land of Nod
Just north of the Styx
I’ll find my spot
Far away from all noise
Far from the memories
Far from the failure
I’ll find that paradise
And will live on in the whispers of shadows

Decay

Of things that do not last

My knowledge and experience is vast

Eventually all seem to fade away

Like radioactive decay

For everything will change

People, Places and Things

All become something new

And all that remains is the memory of what you knew

 

It may seem strange

Yet this is life, this is reality

Not the fairy tale of make believe

Where Neverland exists

Or Wonderland can be found

And Oz is just over the rainbow

 

Everything well change

Of that there is certainty

So simply prepare yourself as all things leave

Some go loud , some quiet and cease to exist

As if they were never there without a sound

You’ll hardly notice the absence , you know

Noose

Slip free from the noose

That’s had me hanging

From the tree of certainty

In the valley of forsaken

 

Wandering the valley of the broken

Looking for the cliff of uncertainty

Wailing into the void like a banshee

Keening my song into the night

 

As I run from the sun , keeping my back to to the dawning light

My demon is on the loose

And I feel it changing

I feel it becoming me

Something Old

There comes a time when all loves die, when only the hollow withered husk remains. When all is for not and reason is lost to tide of despair that washes in. The good forgotten and the ill is all that remains to guide you on your path . When that occurs all you can do is cry for the world you lost and steel yourself for the world that will be created by the flames of the dying feelings you felt. Brace your self for the long winter to come as the heart repairs and you move on.