Mountain of the past
Passing fast, blurs the edge of my vision
Eyes forward
No time for indecision
Commit or be destroyed
Carry through
Skirting death, seeking joy
Tag Archives: Past
Decades in the dooryard
Interred underfoot
Once lost, now lone survivors in the dirt
Fragments anchored in the past
Also fading, though fated to outlast
Bottle caps, coins, wayward toys and beads of glass
Moments in the strata
Decades looking back
Predestiny
Sending hope forward, into the unknown
Hoping for serenity
Note to a future self
Attempting to sway the course
Seed fate
Become a self sustaining force
Grow more
Learn more
Know yourself, set out from there
Be the wind at your back
Be the sails full of air
Be the fair seas behind and before you
Abandoned Years and Lost Futures
Vivid dreams of days long past, bringing me to tears
Memories of carefree play, bursting with good cheer
Memories of myself, always standing to the side
Lost opportunities
Lost my inner child
Declining to take part
Now I’m all alone with my closely guarded heart
Always Becoming
Trails of light that you follow
Streetlamps line the path
Will you stay the line, or will you stray into the black?
There’s no backtracking
The way dissolves behind
Forward into happenstance
Chance and your designs
Find balance, strive for adaptivity
Harmonious, self synchronicity
Forgotten Wilds
I used to wander the countryside, through the pines and the ceders
Greeting great maples and oaks, brimming with life
Occasional willows, walnut trees, birches barked in white
Giving way to little known meadows
Old places hid from memory, each a breathing echo
Deeply rooted in the past
Centuries standing either side of the path
Adventures, lost
Before satellite maps
Stitching
I’ve known strange days
Hidden away in memory
Interplay between past and present feelings
I’ve strayed away
Withdrawn into my mind
Tried to learn the act of healing
To seal the wounds I can reach
Weep…
For those that run too deep
Light Casting
Another silhouette against the morning light
Another shadow in the corner of your eye
Slipping out of view
Spots in your vision, old ghosts to remind you
Find your place in the shade
Dawn casting rays upon your scarred and troubled face
The new day has come
Casting silhouettes in shape of days dead and gone
Smoke and Memories
Dawn of sobriety
Eyes clear, mind lagging behind
Reality is cruel
A simple fact of life
Nights spent, restless
Barely getting through to morning
A few cold beads of sweat are the only early warning
Body wracked with pains
Worse than all the anguish I’ve been feeding to the flames
Face full of smoke
There’s no walking away from that which hurts the most
Deviating Paths
Something in the way we spoke left a deep impression
Lessons learned, all innate and unburdened by the effort
Thoughts exchanged, paths deviating once again
I’ve always been “that quiet guy”
Your distant, silent friend
But it seems the end has come
I turned my back too long and now that life has come undone
Pieces scattered by steady winds of change
I tried to return, arriving out of place
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