The Leaf Will Follow

The wind is walking beside me
Like the coldest winter day
So much is here
So much is not
This world is only temporary
Fading like the sunset
The cold enclosing pattern
Waiting for the foot step
Headed towards the strangest grave

And they talk
Chatter like the stream

Coming down upon the paper
Predator bearing down upon the prey
Wait not for the story’s change
Wake me not from deepest dream
And coming, falling like the water
Hitting rocks
Then leave me; fly
Come unto the kingdom’s clouds
Stare down now-
The earth will go.
All will come to follow
But do not take me for the lead

And they will walk
Winding like the stream

I cannot help it
If I am wrong
Leave me to my anger
Seethe
Drip between the rocks
And stones
The leaf will follow after autumn.
Look out for the falling star
Tearing scars across the
Sky- leave it,
It is here to die

And away the secrets they will lock
Cursed darkness of the stream

On towards darkness
Watch me fall
Accept the dying star
Flicker, fade, forever, no more
Accept the fallen
We are from grace
Please forgive me
But I cannot stand to fail anymore.

"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot is called to mind," one of my teachers told me.

Like no other.

I live like no other,
cry as another,
and am not standing on solid ground.
I do not stand the blatant disregard,
the misheard remarks,
and the fallen lies.
I cannot see past the fog that embalms,
I fear only the stopping short of the greater moments
that we achieve,
that we dream,
that we find when we have lied for long enough-
until we believe.
Pretending was fine when we were younger,
Alright when we were stronger,
Fine when we lived longer,
but now the make-up's caked on, thick,
flakes away to see the skin beneath,
and runs the water muddy.
Will you breathe with me?
Breathe.

I am thinking about the people we watch come and go.
What was here yesterday is gone now.
And will not return for a while,
waiting in the shadows of our mind,
pale and dark in the simultaneous moment
that we all feel the panic and confusion of the polar opposites,
pushing against the sphere of time
and we are unaware of the depth of the situation and
we dream of desperate dreams
which amount to nothing in the
end of ends
that we fell to.

Note: I wrote this back in August 2007 when a lot of my friends ( who had graduated) either went to college or to study abroad.

Honesty won't kill you.

There is a burden upon our souls,
consuming from within.
I cannot help but wait and wonder
"Will this cause us sin?"
There's a certain point when it's too late,
a certain point from which we cannot hate-
and can no longer defy.
I will not let it go on much longer,
I will not let you lie.
The honesty will not kill thee-
They say it sets you free.
Your chains are wrapped so tight-
Embraced like arms around you-
They must break soon,
I can't take this pain for you-
But I can set you free.

One million yesterdays.

I am one million yesterdays.
One million times the sun ran the sky,
One million times I did not cry.
One million yesterdays-
One million better days.

Note: 1000000/365= 2739.726027 which is nearly 2740 years. I haven't actually been alive that long, I just really enjoyed that particuler yesterday (December 30th, if any one cares...)<- I spent most of the 31st and 1st in a car...

Floridian pines- a lymric

I am one million copses of Floridian pines
Standing stark against the sky
Alone and together,
But here forvever
until we die.

Note- The original of this has a sketch of the type of tree I'm talking about but I have no scanner so until then- no one sees it. :-P

Witness.

I've born witness to fire, to pain,
To falling down, to utter shame-
Standing by, intentions unclear,
I'm the one that's always there.