midtownmonkey

Writing

Some quiet observations and reflections

  • Listen

    Sounds Ordinary.

    Seems to be lost — somehow

    No place holy. No moment forsaken

    Music of every kind, fills my ears with awe

    Without thought. Without hesitation.

    Ever present. Ever Satiated.

    As I drift from room to room

    Curing my wildest elusive maladies

    With all this sweet daze and frenzy

    Dare I say, sweet talk and melody

    Silence — seems to have lost the war

    Now, when it comes. It almost overwhelms me

    As if, to wage a war.

    I fill my head with quiet sounds and whistles

    To claim the remnants of my peace left so little

    Oh, it troubles me deeply

    How it has come to this lately

    Where all these sounds ordinary

    Can’t be heard — at all.

  • Castles in the sky

    There is only despair in actions abandoned

    It’s beautiful and pretty to speculate

    To day dream and just wait

    Betting on all the things that could invigorate

    The dormancy that lies inviolate

    Time blows by like the winter wind

    Only despair, remains forever within.

  • The Journal

    For all the trials and tribulations that you had to face.

    The ones self inflicted you didn’t have to but couldn’t help create.

    Through thick and thin – every shameless thought, every insecurity, every feeling of boundless love and giving beyond receiving.

    Forever, an open heart.

    And for all the questions that cloud your mind, the ones that are forced upon and the ones of your own. Stumbling to unravel forevermore.
    With all the world at stake and the burden of love that you take.

    This. Here. Is the last embrace.

    In a world that at times feels far too cold and distant as if no one could pave a path to your soul.

    Remember, that I remain.

    I am the hope, ever present. The missing piece of the puzzle, deep within.

    No matter how far, lost and lonely you perceive yourself to be.

    Remember — that I remain.

    Beyond a sliver of doubt you are never alone.

    You’ve always got me.

    The voice of eternal love — Deep within your soul.

  • Insanity

    On and on in circles we go

    Striving to numb every thought away

    For to bask in the present is a task of its own

    Insanity — is a much easier place