faith
I’d rather You
quote your heart
than a book
from long ago,
no matter how
You feel
right now
I do believe
in You
forget me not
I hope one day to write a book
about a recovering drunk
showing the breadcrumbs left behind
as time flew by and hours passed
the legacy that was never asked
became the item on the list of doubt
never to be forgotten
Listening To A Modem Singing
A modem singing,
I could forsee the speed just by
listening.
By flicking a switch I would go
from 150 to 300 Baud during
early testing,
2400 became 9600
a future restlessness abating.
It unraveled,
Bipolar transfer at 14400
I AM ALIVE;
CONNECT 28800/28800 V42Bis
why did your voice
speak so softly,
why did I listen
without hearing,
why was my time spent alone
in waiting?
48% and breathing
Today I dared
to leave the House
my Prison of late
a Maze of doubt and
regret in a haze
of Hatred
Tenpin bowling with
nipples erect
Wishful thinking whilst
bumper car rules
fade
Chilled beer and
cold turkey
I stand alone in the
shadows of
better knowing
The shaved head
an anomaly
The beating heart and
curry linger
Only one of those
abating
Why are you packing?
I love you dearly
Stay. Go. Stay. You.
Icecream lingers longer
freezing
Today I dared
to leave the House
With knickers
in a twist; but
still alive
and breathing
off track
I have derailed, diverted from the path of light I walked through the summer before I was punched in the face; metaphorically speaking. I am no longer doing that which I desire, reading, writing, walking and feeling what is ahead is as I planned it to be. I feed the dark side, and the dark side is killing me.