What I cannot see
in the dark of night
within myself
is another’s plight,
she finds me there
her guiding light
my luminance
in the dark of night.
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Where valleys lay and peaks do rise
Beams of light which dance on my wall
Aligned with the sun I know they’ll fall
Deep within my own hearts embrace
Like shadows cast I’ll leave not a trace
Where beauty fills the untrained mind
My love, my dear, sweet dew resigns
Each blade of grass from which we crawl
Is timeless, still, the moon does fall
Where valleys lay and peaks do rise
Is where my sight and yours align
And to the depths, the deepest sea
Like an anchor rests, my heart to thee
Away with it! To soil!
What I do not understand
I take within my coil
Squeezing till all life is lost
Away with it! To soil!
For what I do not understand
My only wish is this:
Take note, this hiss is just of man
A snake would never toil
Where the shadow once lay
I wonder, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
If I were a scholar
what more could I say
Where angels now rise
the devil’s at play
Curious, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
Onward to the sea
I cried a river yesterday
Said the mother to her son
So that today we could float
Onward to the sea
Dancing in the distance
And when his memory faded
Dancing in the distance
Like a mirage, appeared
His destiny in heat
Arms uninhibited by the equinox
3+3+2+5
Then like clockwork
I turn my head to see
3+3+2+5
And know you’re here with me
The quietness of failure
I never had the answer
for the question in my hand
I was told you just can’t stay here
so go collect your things
It must have felt like death there
long before he chose
The quietness of failure
in a house no longer home
I never asked for this hurt to be mine
I never felt more shameful by and by
I pushed it all away like it would disappear
I never knew a stranger who
I loved more dearly when he died.
The underlying message
Before you fear the story
Or judge the storyteller
Look at the period in time
The story told was written
To fully understand
Without pride or prejudice
The underlying message
wasted days
I remember all my wasted days
so vividly now and always
because for all my wasted days
tallied together, I’m that much more
thankful for the good ones
and the people I shared them with,
who made them great and who I miss dearly
upon all these abundant, wasted days.
Words Of An Average White Male 