The Friday Edition: Goodbye

Till we meet again it was written
with thought it was done
a promise or a saying
we never know which one

Its not easy to say goodbye
when so many memories conflict with time
the albums of days and years forever frozen and inked combined.

Its not easy to say goodbye
when days are so long on printed paper
the big blocks a reminder of the days and nights to come.

Its not easy to say goodbye
when flowers from the ground grows and with grass it spreads
a stone the memory of what once was in silence to remain.

Its never easy to say goodbye
but there is always hope of views in the future
when time allows us or simply to remember
 in a prayer

Till we meet again it was written
with thought it was done
a promise or a saying
we never know which one.

To never forget
Always remember
We are only borrowed to each other
make it count

Don't Run

If you run what is it you will find? Is it the dreams you left behind, will nightmares run swiftly by your side, will all that is so right and wrong leave you to find your own way home or will it return to remind you running is like the sky. The clouds come and the clouds go and so does the rain and what might be gone tomorrow can easily return the next day.

The road to run is long, it has rocks and sharp glass to cut your feet, it brings with it no signs of sun, just darkness follows in its path. Here lies loss and pain. Empty graves of darkness lies within the field, a field of broken promises and disgust. The trees stretch their long bony arms pulling at your clothes, trying to hold you back, no one is to leave, no one ever can. It is a door within a forest of weeds and thorns you will never find, a never ending tale.

In the end is it not best to abandon the cause, leave that door alone and look towards the sun. Clouds come and go and so does the rain but if you hope and keep fighting it can return any day and you will be okay. Stay true to yourself and face things as they come no matter how hard it may seem.

Broken Heart(s)

The "shop" has been closed for a long time but not to worry the doors are now open and more weird and not so weird writing will be coming your way; now...

An experience I am currently going through with some friends of ours is both shocking and an eye opener. You want to be there to help, to fight, to do more but when I am home having some quiet time I realize there is only so much we can do. Life at times throws us these curve balls, other times it is massive rocks that hit where it hurts the most. It is never a good thing but it is during such a time when you need friends around you to just be there to listen, not to judge or give advice on how to live their lives. 

We all make mistakes, bad mistakes and when we look at ourselves in the mirror after we realize just how wrong and stupid it was of us, especially when you are in a relationship it seems like a monster is staring back. I have learnt not to look back, some people deserve the second chance but others who always have some hold over you and keeps on interfering does not deserve to be near you. Think of yourself and what you want first for your relationship before you think of them. Opinions might be different here but it will hurt me more to know that the person who was part of the pain and confusion in my mind is still hanging around. 

If you really care about someone and you see the relationship and the hard work they are putting into it rather do the noble thing and walk away - don't think that part of your world is still your oyster by saying you care, doing favors and then expecting those supposed good deeds back way before schedule. 

Leaves me thinking, my relationship is so important to me that I would do anything to make sure it stays that way. Yes nothing is perfect and their might be problems but you don't give up. Take that second chance both of you have decided on and walk with it...

From friends to friends :)

So much feelings that thunders from within

lightning strikes my heart and soul

I long for you still in memory and thought

time in our lives together be forever short

Together we can beat this storm

I need you by my side

Remember all that we built and all that we share

to know I love you rainbow or not. 

Darkness of a Man

Tired he walked, kicking ground, ground that bared no fruit. Looking at the miles of land ahead, the image was the same. He remembered the picture he had painted so long ago, the family, the farmhouse and the greenest land with orchards tall, as far as the eye could see.

 Memories haunted as the sand swirled up with particles of a past better left alone, a picture burnt with a hellish fire, destroyed by man on uncertain time. . 

Tired he sat, shaded by a tree, a tree with a wooden swing. a swing missing and out of time, for the pink ribbons had faded and the feelings it provided was no longer there. Tired his tears began to fall, dust and emotion combined, mud within a river dripping down.

Tired he sat, clothes of white had turned to red,  fire burning coals of anger, his tears had come to late, was it fate that brought him here, carried from far away for the evil inside to sing, sing a song of pain to bring. 

Burning picture contained it all, the story, how it happened and more, for in the night tired he came to the farmhouse up for sale,   the painting was just a bad dream standing on the ground, protected for the journey ahead, something another one would find. Drink of plenty soothing his mind he thought, filling it instead with sadness and despair, he can give them nothing as this failure of a man. 

Tired he ran from the calls of punishment for under the fire in the soil his act remained, a  memory he would always have of the farmhouse, the family and the barest land. 

As he stopped later far from the smoke and punishment that would come, punishment of his own he had sitting with his gun, clothes that had turned from white to red, battle of scratch marks his body said... one pink, one purple ribbon  and a silver necklace in his hand he had to decide, should this be the end?

Turning away

Somewhere in between all the hustle of daily life and living in difference lies a road undiscovered by so many. This road lies hidden within City streets and busy Coffee shops, the signs outside clearly shouting " under construction". We walk by them every day of our lives, we see the progress of the construction in newspaper headlines, magazine columns and yes we even watch it on the news, but for some reason the truth remains a lie to us, we are blind.

 Is it a choice we make to ignore the destruction of so many children's lives, or have we just accepted like everything else in our lives that it is normal. What is normal these days? A guy so drunk he can hardly walk is normal, a man beating his wife is considered normal, a child prowling the streets for money and drugs, that too has unfortunately become a normality we can no longer control or ignore.

Why does this happen? Yes there is a lot of factors that influences this, but the main root of all of this starts with us, yes us the many people who walk away or parents that has no time.

A few years back i heard a conversation between a father and son, the father dressed ever so corporate just simply told the child that he has work to do, he smiled and gave the child money, and I am not talking small money, I watched as the child rushed without even so much as a thank you. skipping happily towards the games arcade. Always you hear mothers discussing the drug abuse of their children, mothers even claiming that their children has been using drugs for years before they found out. Her child, the baby she gave birth too has turned into a monster, another addict statistic.

We as people have replaced our responsibilities with substitutes, we have gathered new ways to communicate with those around us, and all these new ways has become the very wall that keeps us from being actively involved in the lives of the many.If you remain a spectator walking by a horrid construction site, i can guarantee that you will miss the road less traveled  and might even miss the line that could have saved one child's life, and sooner or later it might be you trying to find that road you ignored for so long. 

We all need to stop trying to see what the building will eventually look like and help the many others out there to destroy it. 

The "snow" we walk on

I imagined you with me on that cold winters day.

 I wanted you to save me from the chill of the morning breeze, the snow that covered my bare feet. I looked towards the giant monument, the clock centered in town and it became clear that you were not going to show. I was alone, for the first time in my life I had nowhere to hide or seek comfort, like everyone else you had left me. I walked the empty streets hoping that somewhere I would see you waiting for me, telling me that we got lost somehow but as the frozen leaves fell to the ground so did the hope inside me fade.

Night had set in as I found home, the house that was once alive had become a monster, Its doors and broken windows resembled years of neglect. The fire burning inside its belly was small and faint as smoke escaped from the chimney disappearing into the dark night. The fire provided little heat and comfort to my already troubled mind and night had only begun. I imagined you with me on that cold winters night, I imagined things how they were supposed to be but nothing had prepared me for this.

I found your letter, the one you had written me, the one engraved within my heart. You said that you were sorry but you cant accept me, you cant face the truth about who I really am. The fire was dying now and I had nothing within me to keep it from dying as the slicing wind blew violently through the house. You said that you were sorry, that maybe if you had done things differently I would not be so. You asked me to forgive you for all that has been done, that we can play the game once more but on your rules, ones you had written a very long time ago.

My house, everything I knew was falling apart around me. I stood in the snow barefoot each day hoping you would show so that I could show you in all honesty that the one you loved is not gone. The clock ticked by for months and days, long days where I hoped that this might be the day you would come back for me. Eventually as all seasons go the snow began to melt, but still no sign of you and day by day I started fixing my house trying to ignite the fire from within.

Winter for now has passed. And if I could I would write you a letter too.

A letter engraved into your heart telling you that I forgive you but I will no longer walk along the icy river and streets of time hoping you will show. The truth is I did not lose you, you lost me a very, very long time ago. I remember in you letter you said to me that no one knows what the future holds, I guess that is the truth but I know I will not be broken anymore. Search for me and you will find me, me not someone else.