Trying to Rhyme
A thrill, a chill, which comes with defining…
Taking my time, rhyming.
A struggle, a leap, and damn I’m trying…
Trying to take my time rhyming.
Each moment my surroundings and I, myself, are changing…
Trying to find the perfect words
to make life vivid… engaging.
Cascading down, the water gracefully falls,
only to kiss the ground, then churn and finally stall.
I’m trying, I’m trying, dear lord I’m trying…
Trying to take my time rhyming.
But I find these feelings illusive,
and it’s difficult defining…
Such ephemeral yet evocative emotions
that twist and connect to observations…
Leading to notions.
And the notions lead to ideas, and full-out concepts,
and I’d take the time to stop and reflect…
Except when I do I find there’s nothing left.
And the thoughts fly by, too fast to allow me a breath.
But still I’m thinking, still I’m working, still I’m trying…
Trying to show that I can create beauty by refining
raw thoughts and feelings.
And in the end aligning…
All of these things with the stars and my mind.
And of course, still trying…
Trying to take my time rhyming.
Silence
The silence is what kills me.
The silence breeds contemplation that leads to over-analyzation, from which stems despair and frustration. From the sadness grows anger, and the anger feeds rage, the rage turns into action and another silent note on another bloody page.
The silence is what sustains me.
In the silence I am free, block out everything around me, and focus only on what I see.
The silence is nonexistent.
It’s never really here, there’s always some voice of reason, some voice of consciousness or fear.
From the silence grows a fire.
A single match enveloped by the dark, the silence is an igniter and from it comes a spark.
In the silence I am screaming,
wishing I could express the thoughts within, the voice around me whispering… “My child you must begin.” And the spark in the darkness is a melody… Is the glory of music washing over me, drawing out the essence of what can never be put into words.
Releasing my demons, my aching soul comes out, if for only a moment there is nothing that I doubt. If for only an infinitesimal second the universe is clear. The expanse of grey shrouded clouds will dissolve, along with all uncertainty and fear.
The struggle is perpetual, my beliefs in love are dead; I want nothing more in this moment than to rest my weary head. But the feelings will keep gnawing at me, until all I feel is numb, so I must express them somehow, though I know they still will come.
And now I’m left here to wonder, if what I’m doing is right … as my eyes are slowly shutting on this starry summer night.
And still I ache and bleed, scream out for a healing from above, for the starry skies to guide me and lead me back to love.
The silence is inside me.
The inferno in every tear, it’s the raging flame within me… the reason that I’m here.
