I can't begin to explain the way my brain
Process the information I gain
Sometimes I see the obvious and it eludes me
Others I find meaning in nothing
I try in vain to control the info
Of all the shots, thoughts,
quips and quotes,
Senseless ramblings and
mundane madness of life.
An arduous task to say the least.
Standing in the darkness of my heart
Lost in thoughts of what might have been
Could’ve been, no should have been.
A light flickers on the horizon
The sun rises on a new day
It dawns on me . . .
Today is the only day that matters
I love her for who I am.
Across the room she is beautiful
The light falling from the lamp above sparkles in her eyes.
She smiles just a grin, her cheek wrinkles
She is not the only one staring, For a moment our eyes meet
The sounds fade, for just a second
She and I are one our souls
tangled in a single
Mass undefinable . . . one
She blinks, I turn away
She is gone now.
I remember.
I am a blank canvas set upon the easel of God
Emotions are the colors
spread on the pallet of fate
People are the brushes, which makes my life
An ever-changing work of art
With the watercolors in which it is painted
Constantly changing on the tips of the brushes
One stroke a beautiful red the next coal black
Sometimes I wish I could control the pallet
And the colors it carries or at least the brushes
Whose strokes shape my life.
What if I could . . . would I
Could I be a better artist
Than he who is in control now
And would I change it?
Not to be to comical
I live like a man with out fear
A daredevil, Blindly leaping
From one issue to another
A true marvel of tenacity
Where others would have given up
I fight on.
Starting deep inside it wells up
Raw emotion looking for a form
An outlet in which to convey its intensity
Your eyes blur and become red
Straining to see over such a small obstacle
Will prove impossible
As you blink to see, you clear your eyes
A form found, a journey lay ahead
Slowly rolling down the cheek
Impeded by imperfections of the skin
On the edge of the lip it lingers
Leaving a salty taste on your tongue
Drooping from your chin as a journeys end
Into oblivion it falls, lost to all
If only we could harness the power of a tear.