Dirge to Love

Dear Buffer,



DIRGE TO LOVE



Never thought I'd be  back here again, at the cross-roads, torn between fight and flight. My better judgment says to the right, but my feet turn to the left. It’s just hard to choose and you don’t make the decision any easier. But I am afraid to lose, and now my vision is getting foggier.

I hate this; I hate this whole being a man thing where I have to be responsible for myself kind of thing, cause when I trip and fall, I feel just as much as anyone else, but decisions have to be made and each
consequence dealt with.

So I’m back here again, at this point I know so well, it’s déjà vu, and nothing has changed in the view. Funny, I have a keepsake of those yesteryears, times of pain, sorrow and many tears. So, as I turn to flee, I hope to God my feet don’t fail me, because weighing the options leave me with no option, no choice, just a singular voice, one that has never failed me and Oh God don’t let it derail me.

Because the thoughts of that year leave me trepid and in fear, times when I was left in the loom of gloom, a man jaded whose happiness had just faded and the pain in my chest left me unable to rest, when I opened my mouth to cry, I realized all, breath and tears had forsaken me; being barely able to sigh. Days when the longing for the warmth of another were replaced by a need for a pat from any other and you stand here asking me to choose, calling me a quitter when you’re the one who has got nothing to lose!!!

But I don’t blame you, it’s true, you’re just a gal singing “skip to my luu” , and I’m just a guy with a year’s more experience than you. So we’re not going to stick together like glue and with all my ego I still don’t know how to let go, so, before we go one last round on this not so merry go round of turning tables, of ‘I said this’ and ‘you said that’ and many countless fables and misconstrued tales just know I’m running with between my legs a tail; coward, a sentiment you’ve always felt me-ward.

But with each footstep forward trotting, my heart is in an opposite direction jogging, and though we’re distance apart, yet in thought, we’re suffocating tight, because you call and then we talk from day to dawn, and when I wake with an early morning yawn, it’s you that my mind is on. So damn it, you’re making it hard for me to move on, I guess I’m just waiting till you’re long gone, when your sweet scent no longer forces a sentiment and the vision of your smile no longer makes it worth-while all the while.

Know I’ll be missing you more, even “forever and a day more”.



Never really yours,
 
Boo boo.

I am no superman

Finally something worth reading came out....so feel free to waste five minutes on it..lol..this is fun...and has nothing so what to do with me...again remember..

I am no superman...

I’m not the light at the end of the tunnel

Nor an emotional bag to pummel

I am not the fall on guy

On whom you can rely

Just another one who’s going to feed you too many a lie

I am really not a breath of fresh air

Or a place to lay yourself bare

Matter of fact, I’ll say anything you want to hear

Then later cause you to tear

So you want me to be honest with you

Well then everything you heard is true

I’ m a swirling black hole of chaos

A fall into an abyss, too long continuous

One mindless blur

A trap to ensnare

The next temptation to err

And if you ever think I’m a pit-stop

Move on to the next rest stop

I’m none but a gloomy tavern

Along this road, trounced upon by many a maiden

Serving up nothing but the usual cold drinks of sorrows and salty tears

Wasting away your better years

So if you’re looking for the wind in my cape

No, no, baby, try to escape

But these words will do you no good

Probably because you’re just thinking I’m a really cool dude

So even when I scream out

I am no superman

You won’t hear me out

And fall in love with this mere human.