The Impossible Man

He walked each day without real burden. The air was light between each step he had taken. Time passed and he remained the same as always, but a bit more rugged than the year before. His past would come at times to change him and he would brush it off with no remorse. The soft words of past loves were denied simply by being told to vanish in the kind cruelty of his silence. Comfort was found locked in small moments of the same past and relived behind his eyes. In dreams, he moved on with fragmented possibilities lost in the waking life. It took him a while to realize his true love was the dear moments he held inside. They would guide him, warm his heart and give him what he desired outside the physical needs. In those lost moments, arias, unknown symphonies would play only for him. Images danced into figments of fantasy and mere illusions to be seen. The moments care for him as well yet the yearning to be real was strong and not enough to happen. Time went on and they grew together more and more. People look at him now aged more and care free, but alone. He wasn't. Faster and faster he began to fade from this world as the moments began to be clearer. On the last day of him being in this world, he walked as usual. A few hours into his walk he stopped altogether. The moments from in front of him and became a woman. So beautiful that tears streamed down his sides. He buckled onto his knees and rested on her bosom. She whispered sweet notes as he finally faded along with her. Now they are finally able to be with each other, touching and existing. It took a long time for him to know that he didn't exist in the first place, he was an forgotten idea in love with another.

The Message

Small short, slow chords play profoundly quiet in my mind
each out of place in the many symphonies available to find
strike me harshly inside my own being and past flesh
circling in the hollow reaches of what I have left
Is this a home for the lost melodies of dreamers?
Do I dare delve deep down into those thoughts at the edges of never?

Paralyzed properly by my own indecisions
I am helpless to witness blind these intricate blind visions
bone, nerve and blood have become echoes of any feeling
yet I know even here I am in a state of being
what I have known cannot aid my understanding of now
I can only think, tinker in turmoil over the whys and how.


Numb from experiencing a rush of the unexplained
I use my aimless sight to peer out my local window pane
unbound by any form of reality I can pecieve myself away
into the valleys and jagged arches of real nature
moving in no true interest or plans to stay
until I can return back with the impact of a fracture.

I gasp and cough, doubling over in the sudden return
skin touch cold al come back easily in tow
droplets of sudden warmth fall on my brow
looking up standing in the starting rain and not knowing how
I heard, no I know of what it is to be in the here and now.

Killing Me (A Nightmare)

I walk with a massive strain
pulling, slowing harming me with these heavy and rusty chains
hooked into me, locked into my very existence
every single hook is a promise, a fear, doubt
pulling harder everyday until all sides would tear me out
leaving me with the broken strands of a failed essence.

This burden grows lighter at times I dread
when it does, it is an omen of the hardships ahead.
A greater pull, more hooks to gash my tattered soul
pieces here and there are sewn forcefully together
in pain, in despair to repair the long standing gaps and holes
I submit with no jailer granting mercy or a hope to fetter.

This is my eternity over the curse of existing
a short forever which suspends the glimmers of tomorrow
to be held up in the self made deception of resisting
I remain here knowing this caused my death and will go ..
All I can do is hang by these bonds and drink from my sorrow.

At what cost

Days have come and past by since I last talked to you
I am restless, disturbed from just missing you
I’ve laid awake trying to find a way to move on
It’s hard after all this time and gets to me on days like these
I carried my feelings in a rusty tin box and you still had the key
you have invaded me, my mind is infested of you, a persistent disease
in darkness, I sit in silent speech asking you in fevered pleads
what would I have to do?
I have given up tomorrow for you one before
I exposed myself, my spirit, my soul and all
it wasn’t enough? did you want more?
I miss you sometimes like if we parted moments ago
I can still taste you
feel you
want you
in the end I ask myself, at what cost?

Born with a Dead Heart

He was born with a dead heart
it never beat at all
he was the same as you and me
but he was dead, living suddenly
with a dead heart

From the time he could know the world
he would walk all alone
he knew the truth of his own life
and hid in plain sight
No matter who got close he couldn't trust
dreamt of love and knew of lust
oh, what he wanted
was for it to be beat like everyone

He was born with a dead heart
it never beat at all
he was the same as you and me
but he was dead, living suddenly
with a dead heart

Love tried to chase him and couldn't hold on
he lived through lies, just to get on by
tried so hard to be like everyone
no pulse drew him away
tears rolled down in defeat, he cried
the rain would come and the cold would go
for him it was nowhere to go

He was born with a dead heart
it never beat at all
he was the same as you and me
but he was dead, living suddenly

He was born with a dead heart
it never beat at all
he was the same as you and me
but he was dead, living suddenly
with a dead heart....

So tired of being alone, nothing could save him
so tried of being alone, he laid back and waited for something
In his mind he imagine it to start
and for a last moment it did with the memory of wanting.....

Stumbling

Strange thing about you and me
I’ve seen you last night suddenly
I’d forgotten how much I missed you
Remembered how much I wanted you
Then it hit me hard and fumbling
on the way you had me stumbling

My own two feet betrayed me
I couldn’t stand firm from you
it was like I was to burst even in your embrace
the craving, lure of you breath close to my face
my heart beaten on, in my bone cage rumbling
and yet again you had me once again stumbling

As I was close to locking into your vanity
life rushed in, ushered to me the cruel truth of reality
I no longer shook for your sake
I trembled and tensed through echoing distaste
this was simply life setting me straight
I let go of you quickly and walked away
I know, I remember, I am ashamed I had forgotten
I will always keep it close to my fractured heart
that you will never have me again, stumbling