Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After plucking out the shrapnel from my own Hell-Bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lie a sordid collection of POETRY, PROSE, AND REFLECTIONS on the traumas & triumphs along the way.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Journey.
Reptile.
Critic.
Denial, like a double sided sword, cuts deeper when coupled with remorse, as reality and its harshness has started to run its course. Grief grows thicker than fog making it hard to see the tunnel, let alone the light at its dreary end, as I muster all of my knowledge in the attempt to comprehend how to create a new beginning from a story that refuses to end. Something from nothing but at what cost, how much more compromise will it take before I have mastered the art of being my own boss? Soul searching should not feel selfish, yet for some reason it always does, as the inability to accept things for what they are has started to deeply affect the beauty that once was. If I could, I would rewind time to the days when life always seemed so easy, instead my present preyed on my past, making the world that surrounded me become so sleazy. Shadowed by my doubts, my potential stagnates inside me like milk that sits on the counter waiting to turn sour, as I pace and watch life pass me by, and wonder when it will be my hour. When will the sun shine for me, showing me that all was naught in vain; when will my universe unfold so I can feel at peace within my soul again? I slowly watch as each one of my dreams miscarries or is still-born, dead on arrival ambition of mine tends to break me, and make me feel so torn. Distraught, I dance dead behind the eyes, forcing my feelings to fly away, repressing them, and donning a disguise. I crave clarity to supplement the logic and reason that long to be let out, I am my harshest critic on the coldest days, what happened to the confidence that once emanated within me, and filled me from the inside out. I know I have limitless success lying dormant in me, waiting to be tapped into, yet I foolishly give up before tasting the failure which once had the ability to make me feel renewed. I will march on, and carry on, remove this monkey from my back. I will believe in myself and know my dreams wil be achieved, no longer falling victim to my endless, scrutiny and attacks. The king is back, and will be better than he ever was before; I may have been yesterday's fool, but I will never be today, or tomorrow's postwar whore.
Never Be The Same Again.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Good Night Moon.
Resilience.
Disillusionment deepens the depression that drearily duets with one's demise; I dance disenchanted denying the depression that dared to darken and dye your divine eyes. Misery mated with melancholia and made me mourn the melodies that you mustered that I often mistook for lullabies, as the fire inside you chose to flee instead of fight creating embers, then ashes before departing and saying its final goodbye. I am weakened by your weakness, what happened to the wonder that once won and would no longer wash your sorrows ashore? Saddened, I can only speculate now that love don't live here anymore. Everything is nothing now as impermanence asserts itself, the potency of your potential declined and started to melt like the Arctic shelf. Was it not enough that I would hang on to your every word, or was it inadequate, as it is now obvious that your restless spirit felt as caged as a captured bird. Bountiful bliss that I am now forced to accept as a blessing in your place is hardly a substitute for you who held the power to rehabilitate the human race and the sole recipient of the rare love inside me that now feels displaced. Misplaced but not lost as the resilience within me is certain to be my saving grace, as I know that our day will come where my soul will feel as renewed as the first time ever I saw your face. With the memories of my mortality, I am forced to either accept death as a part of life or succumb to it as well. You are now Eve in paradise, we will have our Eden again as I will forever remain under your spell. The blatant beauty that you bore was often beleaguered by the blues, new beginnings can occur through some endings, my friend, although ultimately, it is our own volition to decide what we will choose. I toss salt over my shoulder, and grasp tighter to my lucky charms as I say several prayers for you, hoping that you are now safe and soundly protected from harm. Choking on the truth, I feel I have no choice but to accept the harshness that reality relies on to take us by surprise, even though I know that a day will arrive when we will be reunited and bask once again in the sun's majestic rise. Instead of failing, or falling, I will be persistent and prevail turning my sadness into triumphs and tries, I will not give up, or back down but cherish the life that I have been given, and view each new day as the reward that it is, for each one is truly a prize.