silencefromall

The dearly departed never fade away completely as we strive to hold on to the memory that is a part of our lives. Mortality is a subdued thought that is always scratching from the back of our minds; if nobody remembers me, will i be completely gone and erased? What about the loved ones that had a mere brief flash of existence? How do we hold on to them? Reflect on them over the faces that we know? Will they always be the face that brings back the memory of pain and loss? While we, the ones who walk the earth and attempt to sustain immortality through family and deeds will nonetheless be washed away by the sands of time. Time will pass, memories may fade, but love will always keep us together. At least i feel that is how it should be…

As the beautiful sky connects with the deep blue sea, the difference between the two fade away and you can’t tell where one ends and where the other begins… even when the sun goes down, the reflection off of the wavy navy blue serene ocean completes the burning orange sun to make up for whatever gets eaten up by the never ending horizon. Everyone should be so lucky to have a sky to reflect their troubled waters upon, for tomorrow doesn’t promise anything, but today will last forever and every other day is just forever more. Yeah, the mad season is over, all is calm beneath the eye of the distant storm that has dissipated just somewhere out of my sight… and it feels good to breathe free and clear once again. For it is the consummation of our madness that make sense of my crazy world. No need to be weary, no need to worry because i am alive.

The choices that never choose to relieve why you did what and what you have done; As shameful the path you’ve lived sometimes, the cleansing rain pours to wash it out of the way to leave a brighter sun for the days to come. Did i leave a bad taste in your mouth or do you still want to dig up the dead? All in all, I’ve washed my hands of the sinful consenting wounds that seem to bleed now and then. Please, catch your breath and tell me what options are there left when you’re no longer confused. So that I may tell you why, from now, I stand my ground alone and I stand strong so that you will never fade away into the silhoutte. Yet another silhoutte… The passing waves are merely that of life and the searching seas to a final destiny of shores. I have no regrets in life while there are many things I would’ve done differently, I wouldn’t change a thing about you. Perhaps I don’t have to live in the dawn anymore… maybe I can finally see the dusk where our heads will lay together for the next day and the next and the next….

There is silent spark that fades into the dark, overwhelmed by a blinding and blazing sun; A sun that was eclipsed by the burdens of a restless wanderlust that could go supernova at a moments notice. Troubling times bring troubling news, and more muddling with the light hearted affairs… a world that some of us may only view through a shatterproof glass. Now all is quiet and night ensued as I turn a blind eye on a brightly fading spark. Farewell to all woes, for woe is me and am also a fool

Last Kiss

I was young but I wasn’t naive,
I watched helpless as she turned around to leave,
And still I have the pain I have to carry,
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried,

I would fall asleep,
Only in hopes of dreaming,
That everything would be like it was before,
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting,
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor,

Well it is hard to explain but I’ll Well it is hard to explain but I’ll try if you let me
Well it is hard to sustain
I’ll cry if you let me
This doesn’t change the way I feel about you or your place in my life
(please don’t cry)
Can’t you see I’m dying here?
A shot of broken heart that is chased with fear

Angels cry when stars collide
I can’t eat and I can’t breathe
I wouldn’t want it any other way…

Humans, if you look at it… Were animals. Were monkeys with a larger brain. Along with that brain comes sin, war, death, and all the other things that make life horrible. It’s not that were fucked up, it’s that some don’t see things the same way as others, may one be right, or wrong. -SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.