So I was sitting down…. way down. Thinking on what has become my life what has become of my soul and I realized one thing. Something that brought my mind to rest at night. Words. The ones that flowed from my heart to my finger tips. So this will be short because there is more to come but I am Sorry. To all those Ive hurt in the past years. From my mistakes to cancer to broken hearts and dreams. I am sorry.
Without Wax
Joseph Blando
iMoRa dOri
All it took
was just that one
and then
it was all
gone
From then on
pain, agony
flowed from my veins
my tears to blood
nothing real
nothing but nothing
So it took
a few falls
scrapes and scratches
but its wasnt
till I saw her
that I knew
I knew the way
I once promised
I once dreamed
Could be reality
Could be my way
So I stood
my veins full
my eyes open
tearless
Love
That way
Is now
My choice
the only choice
I miss you all.
I am sorry.
On this day
a new day
i could not quite see
that right there
before my own
eyes was the reason
i did all i did
the reason i awoke
to a smile
to a new heart beat
But on this day
I have truly lost my way
taken the wrong path
the left instead of the right
the up instead of the down
I am sorry
I would never
let something that
i cared about
slip away
fall down
to die
like i am.
I lost my way
on this very day.
We create worlds, that which we have warped to our own beauty, and set them free, en-fixing them with a key before the cage. This is what we are. Poets.
Waking to the new born sun
shouting wishes of thanks and forgiveness
they walk on, blinded by their faith
in his word. a deadened reality. a false
hope
They wash themselves
in his blood, his body and his soul
for what are they to receive
but false hopes and dreams
asleep at his alter they fail
to wake to the coming waves
of reality
That one day
down this winding road
down the bricks of shit
and loathing pains and aches
That one day
they may finally see
at their final waking our
Asleep to dream
or to dream asleep
Never open
always closed
Their minds
will be lost
in the eternity that is
their false idol.
Never have I
Lost my control
Of my life
of my self
of the words
that spill forth
Never have I
Taken my will
so seriously
around anyone
around anything
Never have I
Lost interest
or seen outside
the boxes
you place
before me
Never did I
Cry these words
or scream so loud
for no one to hear
but you
but you
When you want them
to be there
by your side
to help you
to love you
where are they
where is the love
they say is undying
It’s lost
in the pain
of yesterday
the mistakes we made
the days we hated ourselves
the people we have become
but where did it go
this undying love
this word
called
Family
It all felt real
one day back
in November
Her lips
her Smile
it was all I
could think
about
dream
about
Then slowly it came
like the tide
moving in
and moving out
taking it all with it
all that i felt
for my life
for the eyes
that starred back
at me
that loved me
but I couldnt love
I couldnt love
because my heart
was lost
There once was
a man
who knew it all
who knew it to
be true
till that one day
back in November.
I constantly
live in my own
perfect world…
which is
neither: pipe….
nor drink….
nor the stained ceilings
of the ass painted
murals….
the pricetag
to be a bit
higher on my head…
i live for beauty
and I pay for
beauty
my strings are
never rusty and
I just play
on and on—–
watching all these people
dealing with their
emotions and problems
like they all sit their
at a poker table
You must hear this all the time but i feel as if i must say it “Eyes are the gateway to the soul”. I hope that is my own original version and not someones. There is a world beyond our understanding that stares at us everyday, in the eyes of those we love. Its heard in their hearts sung through their souls. What words do is unite us, bring us closer. We are those with which love can sing to us without saying a word without lifting a note. My world my desires my pleasures lie inside, deep down buried below all the pain and suffering. I want those around me to see me for who i am and not who i was. Deep down inside us all is a young child, someone innocent, full of life. I am that child. I am that soul that sings these words without speaking. I want that special someone to see beyond the scars of time. The love that is buried deep within.
