end of an era

the curtain's fallen
the lights are dimmed
the musicians have all gone home.
the seats are empty
the doors are locked
and here i stand alone.
i close my eyes
and i still see
the scene as it once was.
a story that ended
far too soon
as it always does.
t'was a story of love
of pain and love
of pain and love and tears.
t'was a long story
a story neverending
that lasted thru many years.
or so i thought
as i took my bow
thinking this'ld never end.
somehow it did
adieu to love
you're not even just a friend.
with all the years passed
it's hard to envision
the years still yet to come.
i can hardly grasp
the thought of today
i have gone completely numb.
i sit in the dark
i am all alone
and you are far away.
there's a part of me
wanting to wait for you
with hopes you'll be back to play.
but there's a part of me
that wants to stand
and get the fuck away from here.
why keep on holding onto you
when your disdain
is so painfully clear.
no one said goodbye
i just shut the door
before you could utter a sound.
and now i stand
on my own two feet
alone on solid ground.
you've done me no favors
you've brought me no joy
there's no reason to hold on to you.
i'm so much more
than you thought of me
so to myself i'll now be true.
i really must thank you
for leaving me behind
because now that you're truly gone,
you've given me
a chance for happiness.
the show must now go on.

blind

i'm here at your doorstep.
i'm not really sure how.
or why.
but i'm here.
and so the question now becomes:
do i come in?

i don't know.
i really don't know.

limbo

haven't written any new stories.
memories are going stale.
stuck in limbo
between my past and my future.
i hope the present posts my bail.

time

there is a contradiction
that can be felt
and exists within time:
it can be counted
- it IS counted -
and yet time both drags and slips
right thru our fingers.

perhaps time is not being measured
by the right parameters.

perhaps time isn't meant to be measured at all.

for when you lose a person you love,
the time you knew them
doesn't change
one ounce
of the sadness,
the denial,
the grief,
and the number of tears
that fall.

love is love.
and love is timeless.

Most of the Time

I wish the following words were mine, but alas they are not. They do however resonate with me, somewhere, somehow, and I'd like to share them here, today, with you.

Most of the Time
Most of the time I'm clear focused all around
Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path, I can read the signs
I can stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever I stumble upon
I don't even notice that he's gone
Most of the time

Most of the time it's well understood
Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could
I can make it all match up, I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don't even think about him
Most of the time

Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate
I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don't even remember what his lips felt like on mine
Most of the time

Most of the time he ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know him if I saw him, he's that far behind
Most of the time I can't even be sure
If he was ever with me or if I was ever with him
Most of the time

Most of the time I'm halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it all went
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide
Hide from the feelings that I buried inside
I don't compromise and I don't pretend
I don't even care if I ever see him again
Most of the time