31 January 2013
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
-For once you lay stark, Without reverence or power, Bare witness to wills gone, The end for us as us alone.
I wonder to a darker depth riddled with guilt, A silent beckon to be freed from the chastised want to see you, To understand what left the foundation so shaken. Dare you speak of something I cast out?
-I speak of all things even cast from you, The dire speaking man who never sees, A thought that binds this horrid generation, You now see why we are writers, u do?
Is your imprudent misconception A call I once knew too well, To drag me from this Earth, And bring me to a form of silent words?
-Silent words you speak and shout off, They deafen none of us who listen, A frail heart does lead a passion forth, The heart that beats within a hollow chest.
I wish I was aware of the beating before, That unstable tremble raking my nerves; Do you hear it too? Hear all that I do?
-I merely see you are a king od kings, A child born to nothing and rising faults, You push with that heart to form castles, A tiresome journey now marks your face.
Will you fall as the empire we cherished as children; Sand castles swallowed by rude passing feet, And billows of the sea's wrath? Will I stand in your place, to fall with much lost elegance?
-Stand there yet you stand alone, I no longer hear your words or see your face, You must accept what is not there, Be kind my fellow and love again, you will.
Calm, and take a long glance around, See what is real and untouched; I promise you: There a life forgotten is reborn and everlasting. Are you hopeless once more?
(Collaboration with -Thomas Fitzgerald of Writerscafe.org)
My Will. (C.1) • Opuss № I