A deserted beach, shipwreck on the shore,
Desolate remains of a life once shared,
Before it was clear what fate had in store
In Eden, with you, when our hearts were bared,
Forbidden fruit can ne’er be un-eaten
Once taught, good and evil can’t be un-learned
Battles can’t be won once you’ve been beaten,
Bridges can’t be crossed once they’ve all been burned.
Alone we walk the paths on which we’re hurled
Exiled to wilderness, where truth is found
To become ourselves, to create our world,
To accept the fate to which we are bound.
No way to be that you’re not meant to be
No way to accept this and not be free
Guest Barista John W. Leys blogs at the Darkness of His Dreams
Image: Wrecked fishing boats at Grasbakken in Nesseby, Finnmark, North Norway (6 December 2012, 17:53:17) by Hans Olav Lien.
Found on WikiMedia Commons
I’ll never have the perfect face, be taller than five-five or catch a single freaking break.
Won’t ever love mornings, follow crosswalk warnings or adore myself the way you do me.
I’ll never tolerate the boring things, know how to sing without butchering the lyrics,
write poems that don’t cuss because I don’t give a fuck about appearance, slash conformity.
Don’t give a damn if you mourn me or not, gloss over all the awkward to author fiction.
I’ll never oppose these antisocial quirks, even when diction fails them. I’ll never be the alpha male,
just as some never bear to
I’ll never be older than sixteen and self-loathing, chasing some girl I inappropriately fell in love with,
knowing I’m the
she actually covets, but she’ll always be a
character to me.
All these things I’ll never be, and
yet you don’t look
hopeless enough to flee.
It’s all the denouement I could ever want, but one does dream,
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-Linda Lee Lyberg, 2006
Dance with me as the morning light
Creeps unto our bed.
Hold me close, caress me dear
Be a pillow for my head.
Dance with me when I am sad
Wipe my blues and tears away
Whisper sweet musings into my ear
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