the haunting..

...and then there are memories ... echoes of whispers, almost silent as the colors of a faded picture and yet they haunt us, undeniably.And we lay in their bosom as they sing forgotten lullabies not realizing what you thought was the embrace of a long lost friend is the cold grasp of the tentacles of reality.
There is no such thing as a "happy memory" is there?? For what is memory if not the death of time?Your first step,the 5th time you saw rain fall,the 52nd time you scraped your knees,that first kiss,that bright winter night,the old woman at the window with the sad eyes,the 23rd of a particular month...all gone,snatched away the very moment it came to be ....like a still born baby.....beautiful but never there again.Each memory we have is but a burden,a shadow of what was,our foolhardy will to outlive the enevitable,to make sense of this malady....and like drowning men we clutch at the straws of memory ...while memory drags us down deeper...and deeper....

To the Girl with a broken smile....

..And if there was such a word,a word to say it all....a word to breathe life into these dead letters,to bleed out the hurt inside of you,to tell you how sorry i am,to make you understand that i tried my best,to tell you that i loved you once,that letting go of you doesn't come easy,that you are and will always be,a part of me.........if only there was such a word..

Metamorphisis

Broken smiles painted ,
On faces tainted,
by ebon fears and crystal tears,
borne with malice of a curse.
In pain resurrected,
Colored jaded,
Dreams faded.
Bled of our own,
In darkness sown,
hope forlorn,
Under starless nights we've grown,
Eclipsed by shadows of gods of stone (alone we moan).
Calloused heart,unflinching guard,
Words on a placard,
Distort the songs of a bard.
Verses of Faith, tunes surrogate,
choices made ... Sing or suffocate.
lips dry,tounges lie,
glorify
a heaven too high
No catcher ,just withering Rye
and an end never nigh (alone we cry)