Poetry, lyrics and other words…
The paints came alive
In a devilish manner
Concocting horizons of err
Foolish was I
To believe in such madness
Revealing a life of dispair
Fingers and hands
With a devil’s command
Congealing in clandestine fodder
Revealing sad eyes
Of a life passed by
The ghost of my long lost daughter
I see now how the sadness took you
Consumed you
Broke you
I see now how everyone looked away
Turned their back
Ignored you
Now, here we stand with our heads bowed
Hearts broken
Humanity shattered
You were more than one tree in the forest
Time to rest
Call to me in the daylight
And remember me when the last sunrays fall
Gaze the night sky for the moon
For when she blinks
Darkness abounds
Hosts of pages litter the floor
Crumpled little dreams tossed by the wayside
Imagination sees while translations lack the fortitude
Where is the elusive muse
Who can coax nimble fingers
Into releasing these bound tales?
He jumped on a plane
But fell off before it left the ground…
Bless his heart!
Twisting through the infinite loops
Inside my brain
I find there are no boundaries
If there are indeed no boundaries
Then perhaps that explains a lot
It explains why, sometimes, I cannot find what I’m searching for
Why my creativity is lackluster
Why I cannot write
Or paint
Or whatever
On the plus side of this quandary
Infinite loops will, by definition,
Come back around
At least, I hope so
We lost a beautiful man this week… My ex-father-in-law. He was 91.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers as we mourn our loss, but also celebrate his life and everlasting life with our precious Lord and Savior!
Kev
The haze obscuring my reticence
Condemns my heart to speak
Longing for a time unknown
Tumbling from its peak
Surrounded by the inhumane stupor
As far apart as we can be
Guilt laces my veins within
Incomprehensibly choking me
Kevin Parish 