The Path

The path, journey,

The ups and downs,

And on it goes, through this path,

A on-going gradual path,

Into the sunlight,

Into night.

Into life.

The path walked,

Many times, and never simultaneously.

The times shared, the sun felt.

The sound of the guitar in the backdrop.

The sun setting on the horizon,

To be followed by night, then day.

The ongoing times, of sun and bright feelings.

The need to remember, the need to hold on.

An emotional rollercoaster,

Of ecstasy and emptiness.

The times gone through.

The experiences felt.

The sun shining down on the ground.

On the warm face,

The light.

The happiness and sadness.

Both at one.

Together in feeling.

Both making us human.

This is the ongoing path.

The confusion and doubt, with the aftertaste of faith.

The need for meaning,

The meaning behind being.

The grace of living, loving, being and making use of the finite time.

The time to be spent,

Loved,

Lived.

That path taken. That path of life.

The path we all walk.

The path.
Written reflecting on the book ‘Stoner’ by John Williams

My Affliction.

Memory of what should be let go.

Hearing that mustn’t be heard.

Senses heightened, for what shouldn’t be known.

To let myself live, in the present. At all.

The affliction of knowing, when one should ignore.

Caring too much as I need to break out.

Break my chains, my mind and spirit.

Break apart all that is held together.

Broken and shattered through my affliction.

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.

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.

Giving My All

Giving my all,

Even as it isn’t enough.

Giving my all,

To help,

To try.

To give an outlet.

To give a friendly face, a friendly embrace.

As it passes and makes a world brighter.

Even if it doesn’t help.

I give my all.

To live for the care,

To live for the friendship,

To live for helping.

To do my all.

To give my all.

All in care.

All in love. Giving my all.

To make another’s better.

To help. To love. To care.

To do all I can,

To give my all.

To make another’s world, even the smallest bit brighter.

To give my all.

To give my best.

To be who I am.

To be true to myself.

Giving my all. To help another better.

To repay the debt paid to me.

To pass it on. To pay it forward.

To make another’s life the smallest bit brighter.

To give my all to another.

To face my demons and win. To help another face theirs.

To live for all.

To give my all.

Love the hardest I can.

Live the best I can.

To try my best.

To give my best.

To try my hardest.

Giving my all. To help another through their demons.

The “Nice”Guy and his Demons.

To win and be better.

To move on, to move past.

To better.

To give my all for others,

Who make my life worth it,

Worth living.

To give my all to those I care.

To make a place.

To give all I can.

Giving all I can.

To You, To Me

Sitting-silently[1]

That late night,

Came over feeling down,

Needing company,

Wanting a friend in the loneliness.

My heart outstretched,

My feelings true and whole.

Wanting to help you, see you,

To give you an ear to take.

You’d never be left alone.

To you, to me.

That kindness, those laughs,

A reminder of the world gone bright.

Defiance to those darkest times.

A promise of compassion and emptathy, to you, to me.

The promise of kindness.

To you, to me.

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Thank You

Thank you for all those times,

Those presents,

And kind conversations.

The times you are there.

Through my depths of hell,

My deepest depths,

My demons that you see.

It’s not fair on you,

Your life to lead,

Those kind words,

The times we hang out,

The shared moments.

Solidarity through pain.

Care through it all.

You continue to be there,

Even if it’s not fair on you.

Have to break out,

To let you live your own way.

To stop pressing my problems onto you.

To let you deal with your demons.

I thank you,

Through my goodbye.

Eternal gratitude,

For your continued efforts and support.

But, even if you don’t see it,

I need to free you from me.

So you can go on.

The kindness and care I show,

All for nothing,

If I don’t let you go,

To live,

Even if you don’t want to leave,

Don’t want to leave me in desperation.

I have to let you be.

So you can be so much more.

Unburdened by my presence.

I thank you eternally.

And for this reason,

I bid you goodbye,

To go on.

To be free.

Solidarity of Friends

Solidarity of friends,

A hand on your back,

Support behind you.

Your hand, always with my support. To help you through the tough times faced.

As you have for me, over and over.

I promise my friendship.

Pledge my support.

For my dearest friend,

For all of your continued support.

Asking for help is not needed.

It’s guaranteed fully.

For life.

As long as I am here.

You helped keep me here.

And I am eternally grateful.

Without exception.

I will stand by you,

Stand with you,

Defend you,

Console you,

Help you,

Leave you.

All to care, as you have done.

I pledge my support in solidarity.

With the truest of friends.