Sticky Thoughts

A precious gift A candle flame Burning in the dark Comforting the heart A deadly rift The noose of blame Trust is torn apart Bare, the traitor’s mark

Cycles / Spirals / Risk / Uncertainty Returning / Regressing / Growing (?) Not / Knowing…

To take a step toward madness, To walk into the storm; To dwell upon the vastness, And shun the blinding swarm. To slip beneath the waves, And sink into the gloom; To swim among the graves, And watch the tangles bloom…

It can take a lifetime to learn What we wish we had known from the start; Though you might fumble, With each step just follow your heart. Clichéd as that sounds, There’s no other way really to go, And that is true now As much as it was long ago.

There are no words To describe how I feel, My staggering need To burst from the shell I’ve made, or that’s been made By the world, to contain All the dreams that Struggle to break Free, to escape, To be real, To take on a shape, And find a mind Other than mine To steal.

Such a curse is a smile Shone our way, Contaminates the heart And invades the day. It stirs the coals of longing And throws fuel upon the flame That burns me; yet I wonder Which of us to blame, For who can really know The damage they do With a look; Or, for the starved, [...]

I go around in circles And walk a trail already made From days before, from months and years Of games already played. Time wanders by and pauses To see my strange parade, And wonders at the point and sense Of my cyclical crusade. I wonder, too, what wisdom Has led me back around; If one [...]

I’m angry at you For not being able to see inside my head; I’m angry at myself For not knowing how to show what can’t be said. So very angry That my veneer conceals too much, That it obscures what’s underneath. I’m angry, bursting To expose and let you find What you won’t take the [...]

And so it goes, on and on, running onwards, racing on. And so they go, the hours and days and weeks and months; time goes flying on.

Small steps forward; Looking back, Fall behind; Stay on the track. Crawling forward, Nails gone black; The goal in mind, Keep up attack.