Left Alone

Left alone,

That’s how it goes,

First to start,

Last to stop.

Left alone and predicted this,

That’s the way it goes.

The inevitable end.

The continuous path,

Expected and to be expected.

Left down, like a person with nothing left.

And loving it.

The rage and realisation.

The life and the longing.

The buildup and expectations.

The waiting and expectation.

Going on alone, as I know I must go.

The ongoing movement through time.

This onward treading.

The way it goes, and the way it must.

Ready for the shit that comes, as it always will.

No me gusta.

But that is life, the one I live.

The one I’ve been given.

The one I have and have to make.

The way I live, the way I go.

The good turning chaotic,

The way going blank.

The path turning off.

The way fading to black.

Living in the darkness and making it my own.

Owning the life that I lead.

Holding on tight to the war inside my mind.

Facing my firing squad.

Smiling in the face of it all,

In the face of the darkness and the pain.

Spitting in the face of death and darkness.

Making it mine,

Commanding it to my will and presence.

My will, it will become mine.

The path I must take,

Alone and smile.

The lonely road I walk.

To spit in the face of it all.

To face my fate,

To face my demons.

Spit in the face of it all.

The sinner of the world,

Of the darkness and the pain.

The path I walk.

The way I move.

The way I drift back and forth,

Drift off into the darkness,

Into my life eternal,

The eternal pain, ongoing and suffering.

To walk on and out,

Off into darkness.

On and off I go,

Moving on into the night.

Into the life that awaits.

This darkness I delve into,

Fight,

Rage,

Win.

Taking the pain,

Making it my own,

Making it mine.

Holding on in and through the rage.

Loving it with life as my witness.

Cutting the chord.

Stringing myself up in this life.

Loving ever second.

This rage and love,

Happiness and courage.

Weakness and strength.

Left alone, waking to my destination. The noose of the depths of the ocean.

And on I continue, left alone to my inevitable path.

Remembering The Times

Remembering the times,

Those good days,

Always a place in my mind.

The thinking, memories and the times.

Left in the feeling.

Of those good times.

The memories and places once been.

The memories and thoughts,

An ever-present reminder.

Living in the present,

Waiting for the times ahead,

Remembering those good times gone past.

A collection of memories,

A life, all on shown before me, of me.

A pleasant reminder,

Remembering the times.

Out In The Sun

Out in the sun,

Warmth on my skin,

Light all around,

A cool drink in hand.

The warm summer sun,

All good, all content.

Outside and living life,

Using the summer sun,

The endless warmth.

The cool breeze.

That summer sun and all it provides,

Out in the sun.

Another day, another time.

Another warm day out in the sun.

From the day’s sun till the dead of night.

Out in the warm summer sun.

Reminder Of Me

A reminder of me,

Who I used to be,

Free eternal, unbound and unchained.

Free-thinking, a spirit in good health.

Loving life for the friends who’ve touched me,

Those who unknowingly saved me.

To those I would do the same.

To save, to walk the ends of the earth for,

Those kind few, who reminded me of me,

Me of who I was,

Me of the worth of living.

The escape from a horrid past,

The needless pain,

To those who confirmed,

Who backed,

Those who supported.

I hold you dear.

Dear to my soul.

Dear to my being.

Those who reminded me of who I am and who I need to be, should be, will be.

Little Gift From The Heart

Little gift from the heart,

This little treasure,

Care made tangible,

The little gift from the heart,

Showing me the way,

Showing me the value in being human,

Showing the light, to come from the next day.

Showing care in true form,

Feeling made whole.

The new day,

To shroud out the empty feeling,

Showing me the value of being human.

The value of living,

Through those little gifts from the heart.

The kindness,

The care,

The close friendship,

Knowing someone is there,

Knowing someone cares,

The little gift from the heart.

Funny how a gift from the heart,

Touches the soul.

Embodies a reality worth living.

The treasure to wait for,

The next day to come, to win, to live

And love life,

To love living.

The gift, to encapsulate feeling,

To stretch the mind out of darkness,

Into the light,

Into the beauty of living.

The gift of friendship,

That touches my heart.

Touches my soul.

Brings me to life.

Shows me what I could not see.

Shows me what I’ve missed,

What I stopped seeing,

What I’ve been missing.

The wholeness of being.

Wholeness of feeling,

The kind warm feeling.

The kind and caring friend.

Who writes onto my soul,

A mark of care,

The cherished feeling,

The sight worth seeing,

To life to keep living.

To care for all,

To be there for all.

To be me,

To value this.

To keep the feeling.

To remind me what I’ve missed.

The feeling of being

So much said.

So much to say.

So much,

Embodied,

Encapsulated.

By, through, this little gift from the heart.
Writing this, got a birthday present from my dearest friend. Gone through lots recently, this gift, a gift from the heart, a gift to show the truth. To show me reality. To remind me.

Total gratitude to all my friends, especially my closest friends, whom I will always be there for, will always care for, no matter where I go or however far I drift. The conversations, gifts, even merely hanging out.

These are the biggest and best gifts. The gift of life, the gift to remind how and why life is worth living. Those times where everything works out, where everything works, everything is good.

Being, loving life, loving my friends. Caring for my friends. As they do for me, and never fail to remind me, even if I sometimes find it hard to see. They’re there. All is good.

Cold Embrace

The cold embrace of a night wind,

The piercing shivers to my core,

Feeling at home.

This cold.

The darkness to follow,

My home.

The cold embrace,

The dark unseen pain of the cold wind,

The dark breath,

The cold shivers, the night’s blanket.

A cold embrace of the night.

To swallow up the entirety of the universe.

The cold darkness,

Night sky,

Why do you feel so at home,

In everything,

The entirety.

Of this cold.

Waiting for it to take me away,

Dancing into the cold ice cold sea.

The swim into the universe,

The infinite sky,

The cold embrace,

The lying nature,

The dark.

My home away from warmth.

The stars going out.

As I recede into the distance,

Into the cold.

Off into the night sky I go.

Waiting, watching,

Listening to the silence,

The warmth drawn from me,

Like a donation for existence.

The being.

The cold.

My home.

The cold embrace that continues to envelop me.

Weeping Willow

Oh weeping willow,

Why do you weep like that?

Hunched over, and drooping,

Rooted there, crying.

Left there,

Alone by the lakeside,

Alone, with nothing to find.

But look around you, watch that view,

Look at the beauty,

Brought forth by the lake,

Just like you,

You add to this beauty too,

You do weeping willow.

You do.

Spending The Summer Sun With You

Spending the summer sun with you,

The way the sun glistens off your brunette hair,

The beauty of that summer sun,

Your radiant smile,

That cute laugh,

Warming me more than the summer sun,

Your gentle kindness,

Your passion, understanding,

Bringing me back,

Bringing me out.

You make me, the best of me.

Your emasculate eyes,

Light pools of blue,

I could swim and lose myself in them.

Your gentle skin,

A reminder of peace.

Problems fade into the daylight with you.

Life brightens with you.

Problems get solved.

It hurts to say bye,

When the summer sun fades,

The light shines through, for when we’ll share,

We’ll spend time in the summer sun,

With you.

In Love In Vain

In love in vain,

That feeling.

The warm smile you give,

The kind gesture,

That kind hand.

That warm smile,

Turns my world gold, that whole world warm and bejewelled, happy and bright and warm.

Totally lovely,

All good.

But I’m in love in vain.

I know.

But I love this,

Your warm, kind smile.

All good, all beautiful, all nice.

In love, in vain.

In love.

In vain.

That Morning Sun 

That morning sun,

Rising over the warm horizon.

A sight of scenic beauty,

Peeling back the shroud of dark night,

Bringing life to the world.

The sounds of day,

The intricate workings of life,

The echoes of billions of people,

A sight of eons,

The harmonious synchronicity,

The connectedness of the world,

With a single sight.

A work of beauty.

A sight of everlasting complexity:

Wonder,

Beauty,

Warmth.

That morning sun. A sight to behold.
Watched the finale of Sherlock, amazing, it opens my eyes, adds wonder, a work of magnificence, wonder, the best of humanity.