We All Play The Fool
The curtain slowly rises
You feel slightly self conscious
as the spotlight nearly blinds you.
You look left
*gulp* Here goes
A little jerky at first
then it gets easier as you
pour your entire identity
into your work
Your purpose for breathing
Faster, faster, faster still.
Your chest swells with pride
as you imagine the looks of awe
on everyone's face as they admire
what you are creating before their eyes.
Your work finally done
you collapse on the floor
and a sigh of relief escapes your lips.
Close your eyes oh so tight and wait
for the applause
for the acceptance
for that nod of approval.
Seconds feel like hours
Hours like days
Days like years
Years like lifetimes
All in the blink of an eye.
You remain motionless
for at least a decade (or so it seems)
Be patient, surely they will see
all the hard work...
Curiosity overwhelms you
and as you glance up
to see an auditorium of dust covered seats
and cupholders ful
Silent stalkers in the corners
of the mind of every man.
Always watching, always waiting
beckoning with withered hands.
Through the ages man has feared them
but found no hiding place it seems.
For even now you hear the echoes
of footsteps chased through evil dreams.
Down through tunnels formed by teardrops
raining down from countless eyes.
Taste the salt and feel the wind
made from victim's tortured cries.
Dragons, ogres, orcs and demons
all are spawned from childhood fears
Giving substance to the nightmare
we drown ourselves in seas of tears.
Listen to your soul and hear it
the sound that's been there all along
And as you shiver in the darkness
you hear the faceless Shadow's Song.
I Hear You Sing Along
I finish yet another day
I spend another night alone
I hope, then dream, then kneel to pray
That God would show me who's the One.
I glimpse you in my dreams at night
I smell your perfume on the breeze
I stumble toward your guiding light
As inwardly I always grieve.
I know I'll meet you someday soon
My heartbeat sings a longing song
And know that somewhere in this world
I hear you gently hum along.
April 20 2002
In the shadows of the mind
our memories breathing in and out.
Like pictures taken of the past
that fade as time marches on.
One day they seem so clear
and the next they are a memory of a memory
or something like that...
Important thing forgotten
Places, People, Things.
Who was that person on the street?
Where did I leave my keys?
Where did I get my first kiss?
And meaningless things
seared into our memories forever...
The smell of the gas station attendant's aftershave.
The value of pi to the tenth digit.
How many sheep were in the Christmas play.
Memories are born and die
in a never ending circle...
As one memory breathes its first breath
another exhales its last.
Life and death, New and old
Always present in the back of your mind
Never totally recalled when we need it
but never completely forgotten.
Much the same as us in someone else's life.
Only just a little different...
by Wes Smith
Disappear from all perception
draw within myself each day.
Bitterness to those around me
the sunset fades from red to gray.
Trusting only in myself
I push away the life I knew.
And taste what I can never have
and long for someone just like you.
To treat me like I am a someone
and trust the path that I have chose.
But I have noone else like you
so daily now I self-implode.
Drawing deep within myself
far from other's hateful glares.
I place my dreams on dusty shelves
and fade from other's mocking stares.
So sure that they know for me whats best
they plug their ears to mournful cries.
I pull my hair and beat my chest
as tears are pulled in hollow eyes.
Sitting in my silent prison
I built alone, I start to cry
I watch the sunset fade away
and inwardly I start to die.
Take a breath and scream inside
echo off of unseen hills.
Walk along the rolling tide
bend it gently to your will.
Life's frustrations get you nowhere
way too fast it always seems.
I reach for what I'll never have
then turn back to my bag of dreams.
Open eyes that's sealed with rust
from tears that fall to a heart of tin.
See the map sketched in the dust
to dreams that's been forgot again.
Follow paths of indecision
leading on in circled form.
Beggin for a friend's provision
a hand to pull you from the storm.
I see the dream I've chased so long
fall right through my shaking hands.
Shattered by the demon's song
that echoes out through darkened lands.
Slowly standing to my feet
I stand alone, or so it seems.
And follow the next point of light
and chase after my Muted Dreams.
Then Comes The Sun
Dewdrops glisten on countless leaves
each a reflection of the world around
Every one unique
in the exact same way...
Darkness comes, darkness goes
day after day, night after night.
Each night just like the night before
Nighttime animals graze in freshly dew wet fields
Gathering all they can in the darkness
Just the same as last night
only just a little more...
Daylight sets crouched just behind the horizon
waiting for its cue in this endless game
Each morning oh so different than the last
and quite unlike anything else...
And then comes the sun...
Night folk head for their homes
Day folk open sleep filled eyes
and pull the covers just a little higher
Just 5 more minutes...
Im not going in today...
And in that lull between day and night
dark and light, sleep and the waking world
is a fraction of a second when time stands still
and everything stops as
I see the first breath from a distance
My eyes go closed in thankful prayer.
Kneel before the burning incense
stare into hypnotic flares.
Rise from kneeling, start the hunt
Slowly stalking helpless prey.
Every day it leaps and runs
drawing closer to the day.
Patiently I pace and wait
until the day when you are mine.
Slowly drawing towards the gates
longing to tear out your spine.
Everything you loathe, I am
Your broken mirror so it seems.
From time to time I take your hand
and plant the nightmares in your dreams.
All your problems, all your pain
You'll find me standing at the source.
I drink your tears that fall like rain
and feed on each regretful choice.
Revelling in all unholy
screams are music to my ears.
I stand with demons all around
and on their wings I send your fears.
Talons clicking on the stone.
silver hair that shines like fire.
Glowing eyes read ancient tomes
To see you die, my sole desire.
Finally you fall and kneel
I approach and hold you to my breast.
And as you look in
Footsteps echo down the hall
spectres of a lifetime past.
Neither here nor there at all
each one loud as thunder claps.
Sometimes in this life it seems
we turn our ears toward shadow's songs.
Reality is blurred to dreams
with foosteps marching ever on.
All the lives that we all live
be they fake or so sincere.
Rich or poor, take or give
a common thread in all appear.
Lessons learned from heroes past
thoughts of lives that never were.
As we walk our lifetime's path
footsteps echoes fill our world.
Every choice will add another
some in rythm some offbeat.
Father, mother, sister and brother
echoes march in unseen feet.
Years fly past and memories jumble
Like snapshots of a lifetime lost.
To the ground they fall and tumble
and slowly footsteps slow then stop.
Forced to make my own decisions
all the footsteps silent now.
Close my eyes and trust the wisdom
they've instilled so long ago.
Near the hallway's end I stand
scared to take the final step.
But I hear the Silent Echoes call