Sometimes

Sometimes you just meet a bad guy
Sometimes there nothing you can do

Sometimes the world just crowds around you
Sometimes all you can do is sigh

Sometimes life catches up
Sometimes you're left behind

Sometimes it's pancakes and syrup
Sometimes it's back to the grind

Sometimes it all seems lost and dark
Sometimes the light is blinding

Sometimes the voices call and no one hears
Sometimes it all works out on a lark

Sometimes we need to stand still
Sometimes it's all spinning around

Sometimes we all need a new beginning
Sometimes it's all burnt to the ground

Sometimes all we want is to be lost
Sometimes we're waiting to be found

An ode to endings

Fly away birdie
You have new shores to find
Your nest is gone you see

You'll find a cloud to sail on
While I'm left standing on the ground

The winds have come a flying
The stars have cast a path
Its not like we weren't trying

So now it's time to strike out
Don't turn around and look back

I've seen the writing on the wall
It's been there for a while
It's ok if you answer the call

Perhaps it was meant to be this way
I think it's time to let go

Too long we've just been clinging
The lines are withered and worn
Its time to take what's life is bringing

You've always found your path
Preferred to strike it alone

Sometimes we need a hand to hold
Sometimes it's just not there
You were never one to do as told

So why hang on
Let it all go

Your world is right before you
New joys just waiting to be found
I deserve to find mine too

So just keep on driving soldier
The road is new and unworn

you see you started another story
So even if you want to change the ending
Its still going to be a little gory

Too little to late
How long was I supposed to wait

I can't do this anymore
Goodbye
Don't try to ask me why

Gone

You were too blind
To see me drowning
Too far to hear me call
To catch me when I fall

 I'd given all of me
So I drifted out to sea
Lost And never to be found
Wondering if you'd ever turn around

It's all gone in just one instant
And life it does seem distant
It's not hard for me to say
best to let it fade away
Fade away

Storm

Hush my raging mind
I know there is much to speak
Shed that roiling storm
Of which you reek
Through the waves that
Crash and burn
There are lessons yet
That we must learn
Drown and swim
Fill our soul to the brim
Rip the tide
And crawl ashore
You will find the home
You once knew before
There we'll rest
In calmer climes
In happiness
Till the end of times

Alas till then
We must toil on
Look the storm in the eye
And say be gone
Be gone

life...meandering thoughts

So.. there's been a tragedy...there's been a surprise and most importantly there's been a journey begun. It often turns out that one tries so hard for something to happen without much success but ironically, everything usually falls into place the second you stop trying so hard.

Trying to collect and organize a million wayward thoughts is difficult on a warm lazy day...there's so much conflict and excitement and emotion roiling inside of me that everything is coming out in fits and spurts...leading to a rather random stream of information.

then again, who is to say that every individuals sense of order is necessarily the best?...I for one believe in the adage: "to each his own" ...the world is large enough to accommodate every separate individual and their consciousness...

War stories

So it began... a game of chess... I waved the white flag and she instead staked her claim... almost challenging me....Looks like I underestimated her...

I always made the mistake of counting on the goodness of another... Guess the jokes on me .


Some will say I'm being paranoid maybe reading too much into it... chasing phantoms where there may be nothing at all... but you see... sometimes when you're in a fight... it all comes down to instinct...and my instinct tells me this is just the beginning....

The hardest battles are those fought in silence...

She took my white flag.... dang it...

Maybe some good will come of this ...


Maybe I'll have a new story for a scar...

THE LAST SONG

Come dance with me
My lost one
The last song plays
Tomorrow the band moves on
It is end of days

Dreams and dark nights

Dark days cold nights
Fluttering hearts
Winds blowing souls apart
The dawn seems lost in waking dreams
No end in sight or so it seems

Thoughts on love and other things

In love ... One can be tolerant of a lot of things...
But one cannot be tolerant of the diminishing of oneself...

It catches up you see...

When you feel yourself being whittled away little by little

Something inside you speaks up ... A distant voice.. a cry for Survival... Primal in its essence ..

That is the key...

To holding on to yourself

Irrespective of anything you may endure

Instinct.

And the will to survive.

Free

Go on..... Break my heart... She said

he did... Smashed it into a million pieces

she sighed with relief.... Atlast...

She was free....

Life's defining moments

Life's defining moments

As I sit here in the cold and quiet, unlikely strangers turn into kindred spirits...

It's so quiet I can hear him cough and ponder his life ... As I sit here and wonder about my days to come.. the moon paints a pretty picture across the ocean... The streets hum with late night beings and the thrum of civilization

I am me ..whole yet broken ...sitting here in the midst of my failure and my thirst to  become my own saviour

Why is it the hardest falls that must teach us to be the best we can, why does it have to be darkest before the dawn.

I didn't think I had any hope left in me...all these thoughts of ending it all that drift in and out of me... You'd think I'd be happy to to just give and let life take its course ...am I truly a survivor? Or merely too stubborn

Do I revel then in  my transgression or am I simply seeking a more simplistic form of  end?

It's not an easy existence.. constantly looking over my proverbial shoulder... Wondering..managing... Biding my time..to what end?

I felt trapped my whole life...now even more so... And I fear the door I saw on the horizon is fast fading...perhaps it was always a mirage...a prison of my own making...