FW Contest - Matrix7(2)
As I walk through my day I see
streets full of people with empty heads
and hollow souls. Rushing to get to places
they really don't want to go.
Searching for things they never really wanted.
And killing for things they put in a yard sales.
So I go to my place that they don't know about
my sanctuary if you will, inside
the walls of my mind yet larger than my world....
I fade from their eyes (I was never really there to start).
I fade from their goals for me, their desires
until only I am left with me/myself/and I.
I open my eyes and look down, but I see no hand.
I raise my arms to wind that no longer exists
and embrace the matchless peace as I fade deeper....
deeper...deeper...deeper....until all that is left of me IS me.
My essence, soul, ambitions, dreams, goals...and I am content.
So I watch as life rushes by to places they don't want to go...
searching for things they never wanted, and I shed tears of
pity for them because they don't take the time to learn to fade......
FW Contest - Matrix7(3)
As I step into this place of peace
the howls and cries that filled my reality
a moment ago suddenly cease to exist.
I turn around and look through the non-existant
wall (yet it is there) between here
and "the real world" and smile.
I have walked for lifetimes to get here.
Been to hell and back more times than I care to count
all for one moment's respite, one moment of peace.
And now I have it. I breathe the untainted
air around me, stretch my hand through the
wall and instantly feel the sting of life's vampiric kiss.
Cold, yet intensely hot. Repulsive, yet tempting...
As I retract my hand I smile at the peace I have
found in the oddest of places.
Where everyone passes but nobody looks...
The eye of the storm is encompassed and saturated
with crystal tears of peace, and quiet.
And for a brief moment in my life, I stop to smell the roses...
and as I watch life rage and swirl around me....I smile.....
FW Contest - Matrix7
The storm called life is raging on,
I see it from the inside out.
Rain against the pane glass beats,
hear the sounds of angry shouts.
Teardrops from a dying world,
surround my safe and secret place.
Troubles dare not follow me
to this place of peace and grace...
I come in from the cold outside
when I need a place to rest.
To calm my anger, hate and pride
and get some secrets off my chest.
When at peace I leave this place
but leave the beacon burning bright.
Back into the ragin storm,
but I never lose sight of the light.
My safety net when things get tough
the lighthouse of my soul burns on.
To guide me through when life gets rough
and catch me there in open arms...