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He sees with his own two eyes, vision upon vision, without seam.
He remembers places and things and people that he has never before seen.
He, now, stands before an immense spire.
Glancing around, he finds himself in the middle of some mire.
His body begins to pulse with a terrible ire.
Only then does he see himself upon a burning pyre.
He wakes up, but did not sleep, and has had no respite.
The mind reflects on events of its history; the heart becomes contrite.
He feels a fear begin and wonders at the fright.
His mind is opaque, what day is it? Is it day or night?
Searching his mind for answers, yes answers, that is what I need.
He quells all oppositional doubts, for it is on these things that fear feeds.
I search the dark places, because it is here that doubts breed.
Fear will swell into a devouring beast if I miss even the tiniest seed.
Even now, as I write, I am of two minds.
One is at peace and benevolent and kind.
The other however is cold and ruthless, devious and hard to find.
Ever they battle, one against the other; they’re forever warring in my mind.
The cold calculator sees only losses and gains.
The other must bear my hurts and pains.
One exists to command and flex its sway.
One is there to balance the other and keep it at bay.
Now I am lost, searching for the truth.
But what is the cost? I’m arrogant, belligerent and uncouth.
I’m kind, loving and gentle.
Events are constantly testing my mettle.
Searching, seeking, hoping to find.
Someone to forever call mine.
The days go by, too fast and too slow.
The battles I must fight none will know.
I sit staring at nothing, in a daze.
My memories aren’t clear anymore, like seeing a picture through a haze.
I don’t know who I am, I’m not even sure I care anyway.
Searching for truth, I seem to have lost myself somewhere along the way.
I have seen wondrous things that I never saw.
It is like being imprisoned in a room with no walls.
I am not free, nor am I caged.
I’ve never broken free, despite how I have raged.
Yes, all good things to those who wait.
But I may die from anticipation at this rate.
And still here I am, nigh on ten years later,
I am not dead, and still the anticipator.
I am still caged, but oh how I have raged,
To break free and yet I am still me.
You don't know about what I've seen,
You don't know about where I've been.
You don't care about what I know,
You don't care as to where I go.
I've lived a short life, yet know more than most,
So to pain and sorrow, here's my toast.
You’ve been with me, all my life,
Been with me though peace and strife,
On my left is a sorrow unknowable.
And on my right is pain uncontrollable.
Ever and anon, it seems that I have written,
And many upon many times, been smitten.
By life, love, and the pursuit thereof,
And still I am here, same old worries and fear.

She talks alot and rarely asks
She changes topic so quick
Distraction is her ruler
Medication to help thoughts stick

Neglect can be a problem
And she has a short temper
She forgets to keep appointments
Its really hard for her

90 miles a minute
Its sometimes hard to keep up
A factory of ideas and thoughts
Oh brain will you ever shut up

Conversation is no obstacle
Intelligent and so bright
Quick to point out mistakes
Also quick to stir up a fight

She feels like shes a failure
That her efforts turn to sand
If it wasnt for this disorder
She could probably rule the land

A little worry, a little stress
A little relief was what I sought
And so I went with my best guess
And opened the single malt I bought.

A couple jiggers and feeling better
A couple more and now I'm fine.
Nerves all soothed by texted letter
A very good evening now is mine.

And I might wake up with my head a mess
But right now I just don't give a damn.
And if I don't make sense, then I digress
I'm not as think as you drunk I am.

just how much does this world weigh?
when we're standing on a mountaintop
depends on our location you'd say
different at the bottom of Mariana drop

strictly physical parametrical laws
cannot outweigh those emotional jaws
that grab us, grip us, tight in hand
and send our hearts to another land

where smiles are gone, burdened, bent
the weight beyond what Atlas can bare
a souls depressed tangential descent
even gods can't overcome that despair

melancholia bears a universal weight
everyone on the planet knows the feeling
millions of humanity do deeply relate
grief and sadness sets souls to reeling

and forces us to carry, if only awhile
the weight of the world, too many miles
yet the heavy burden can be put aside
and level horizons viewed and applied

techniques are many to betray it's gravity
toward happier days with family and friends
defeating diabolical depressions depravity
so melancholia concludes, a means to end

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-05

I wish I had seen it.

My place is so temporary.

There is a time for speech there is time for silence.

My words there troubled and confused to some of you.

Know what must be done living in a heartless unconnected

physical community is a challenge for sure.

Loosing all good family.

Oh living in Redneck central is such a B*###**

Total silence, there are no sounds
All around blackness abounds
Where am I? I do not know
As I lay here time moves so slow

I cannot move, I think I’m dead
The thought of this fills me with dread
For all eternity here I will lay
And slowly rot into decay

And then the sun brings morning again
I remember, I am trapped, here in my brain

I

Lonely roads I travel
Finding way back home
Seem I've been gone forever
No-one knows my name
Memories of what I've been
Are lost in darkest times
Someone, somewhere knows something
I need to know my name

II

Glints of light, whispered words
Like shards in my brain
Jigsaw pieces of memory
So slowly trying to re-arrange
Sometimes I think I'm there
And some name is on my tongue
Other times blankness all around
Can't seem to get the whole picture

III

Today the sun seems extra bright
And a song is in my heart
I say good morning to one and all
Along these corridors I wander
Pack my bags, I want to go home
Tell everyone, I think I'm ready
Strange these looks they give to me
So full of grief and sadness

IV


Suddenly I'm wide awake
My bed is soaked with sweat
Tears are flooding down my face
And screams linger in night air
I remember who, I remember what
Oh God what have I done
My wife, my children all gone
Driving in a drunken state
How I wished I could go back
To the bliss I had just lost
Not remembering my life at all
Is better than this living hell

You rarely get a second chance,
to have a new beginning,
so take this chance in both hands,
and really start a living.

A living free of all the drugs,
and others expectation,
where you can be who you are,
and build your own foundation.

Foundations built upon your terms,
for a life you deserve to live,
a life you’ve always dreamed of,
access to a few you may choose to give.

But when you give out access,
of others to your life,
be careful of whom you let in,
so they don’t cause you strife.

As you’ve worked hard to make it here,
and safety is what you need,
so if you’re having second thoughts,
attentions to these thoughts heed.

Second thoughts are usually concern,
letting themselves be known,
that this on and have a look,
to ensure the coup’s not flown.

So remember a beginning’s a start,
a fresh slate on which to build,
so take this on as a gift and it you’re angry,
hold the move until you’ve chilled.

I still can't grasp the reality
that I'm alone
With my children almost grown

I am the killer of smiles
The death of men again and agian

With no way to be weak
Only wish I could weep
And I never, never, never sleep

Trying to find what doesn't exist
Taking my life hard to resist
No substance of which to consist
I wonder if I'll even be missed

Maybe
but only if

The child inside
hasn't died

I am the death of machines
The killer of Love
Below and above
and everywhere in between

They still haven't
Granted our hour
to live our lives
Until they sour

How arrogant of you to expect me
to feel alive
When you know how I barely survive

I am the bringer of sadness and pain
watched over by dark clouds
and rain
The death of myself again and again

I didn't know she was a confederate soldier
Dixie flags everywhere
If I want to keep living I'll keep my distance
Stand way over here and stare

Once upon a time I asked her if she had a Dixie spirit
She nodded her head said yes and now I know why
Dixie flags everywhere I'm lucky to be alive

She's got old photographs old stories to tell I just know
Maybe we could communicate by telegraph
I don't want to get to close

A guy could get shot just being around her
I'd be looking over my shoulder all the time
I'll gently find a way to say you're beautiful but could we talk long distance line