A Letter In My Stead
Part I, for her
I do not write non-stop Not for years or practice I write in cemetery plots All to an end...short stories of thoughts Sometimes it rhymes but most often not Knots of feelings Jumbled time A beer in my hand smoke rolling past my eyes
Struggling with a world that is still blurry after all these years Passions so strong and flowing with tears Understand me my Love Understand my fears Understand what I write Understand the mere Fact that I write what I cannot express in the everyday
life bills and money time restrictions...
on emotions it takes a lifetime to build I died at a young age, thirty-three in fact Out of date like the bakelites of Past... Present.....Future Blue eyes bring me back.....Years after trying Existing in the cold A man in a van My pros on paper Are the cons people don't understand Yet I spill it out to you The only way I understand An unnormal man Whose only way of being is the way I feel and can I fear I will die penniless I feared I would die alone Nameless Forgotten Unimportant Without being Loved This is my first letter to you With only ink and Love in my crude hands This is all that I am Inspired by the nature of the earth The oddballs it brings Platypuses and Thompsons giving birth Board is the creator...a paper full of nothing Except I Love You at the end
Part II, for me
Excep...tionshine down on my pen Touch her soul through my hand Let her see what I really am A man that walks around with his heart in his hands Of Time spinning him in spirals of trials with miles behind his eyes Closed Roads Nothing more than the wrong end of a one way street My head was down I should have been looking around I.....should have been Strong enough to take three lefts and a right But I just couldn't see an end in sight So I made one of my own Giving up on the every day Giving up on what people say Giving up on the lie that I was okay I gave up Fell down Went for a ride And my soul came back around The corner.....I couldn't turn before I was gone lost dark washed up and returned to shore
Part III, for them
Now all they can see are my tracks in the sand
I look like an ant so far ahead of them
Stomping their feet at me
Refusing to believe what they can be
Spiteful sad...drunk....angry I remember this song And I don't want to repeat it Blind to the wrong Sad you can't see it So here we are again once more Spilling my heart with my pen as before Good luck chewing on this and swallowing down Your conscience is what goes bump in the night Can't look in the mirror and no sleep in sight Perhaps you need to disappear and be reborn Perhaps under all your hats there's just scorn Perhaps you should just pick up a pen Write it all down and see what kind of man You really are and accept where you've fallen short I know because I found my pen when I was lying face down on the floor Accept just one Exception Accept the sun I know is inside It's the light you let easy choices bury and hide It's the light you decided to leave behind The doors you closed and locked in your mind Take off your hat and put it on the ground Sit in silence you are lost in your own sound Too loud Too proud Too crowded a place You smile big but that is not your true face I've seen what you did I've heard your words We've all had to dig It could have meant five less in this world I sit here now writing in silence In hopes your mind opens not looking for your penance I sit here and write I sit here and write In spite I sit here and write Getting over it all Moving on from what is no longer my fight
© 2014 Nowhere Man
