Futuristic

"It is the future that creates his present"
Robert Frost
Escapist-Never

Told myself that its just a game
Tricking the mind to pass the time
Its boring and I don't like it here anyway (is my line)

Life can not be lived from far away
for the further you place your heart from you mind
the more you place your soul in purgatory
A temporary holding place
for those souls lost
between yesterday and tomorrow never to find peace or happiness.

Anchor

Carrying this weight is
not easy, I know
tied so deeply
you don't remember
life or even living without it

Rest your weary spirit
untie the know of lies
and let go of that anchor
because rain is on the way

The Hill [Part II]

I picked it up, taking a decade to find

in one hand my broken love

and the other hand my broken love

We walked up that hill

unsure of words or truth

and the rain and winds spoke by not speaking

We sat and I saw hope in her soul eyes

and the clouds quietly left us to be

And then God spoke

using his sunny voice

he filled our world with Sunrays, Warmth, and Sunlight

Destiny a moment away

I looked and I saw it

leaping out of her pupils

I stopped breathing and shouted at the same time

'I CHOSE YOU'

In the next ray of sun she shouted

'I LOVE YOU'

but the words seemed silent next to her eyes,

the love in her eyes

Sunlight, Warmth, and Sunlighted

everywhere and everything

My heart beated for the first time

Our love now forged in fire and light

And God joined us

The purness of His love felt deep in our bones

He joined our souls together

and pointed

and turning at the exact same time

A path - a brand new path

never before seen opened up

for our conjoined spirits to walk

The Discovery [Part I]

Something wasn't right
Something askew with the tilt of the world
knots, churning,

Questions, hard questions
Like moving a cloud with but a breath
still I asked, and got no response

I felt it coming
winds swirling. Hot and cold
clouds galloping by

Black and white, it screamed to me
the rains started
wind burning my eyes

The storm, no the perfect storm
was gathering
The wind, rain, hot and cold, all colluded
that day. I rushed to her
knowing fully the answer
but asking it anyway

What? I asked
And out is came
The sky opened up and unleashed its havoc

"I did it, under your nose (six months worth)"
What? I asked, water drenching my heart
Why?
Then without seeing, out it came
wind pushing rain sideways
Lightening the only semblence of sight
Thunderclaps ringing like a shot in the back

"I never loved you"
"I never loved you"

The earth split and opened up
tearing rock as if paper

At the bottom of the crack
stood my heart
catching all
funneling the storm

weeping
shaking
vomiting
it could not take any more
and it broke

I picked it up in my cold hand
and threw it a decade away.