A Story Untold, Pt. 1

Once upon a time has been used, perhaps, in this setting, just once, too many times. No, this will not be a happily ever-after fantasy. I’ll save for those poor souls who need it more that journey. Quite instead, I think we’ll begin ours a bit, differently this time ’round. You see, I’ve never been one to be able to sit and write quite so easily; finishing a story in its entirety, but rather, offer extreme glimpses over the whole of a lifetime. Mayhaps this time shall be different, I hope.

Oh, I don’t recall so easily how, or even why I ended up sitting down at that moment, but it was crucial that I did. More so, that I begin writing down my thoughts as they quickly, almost quietly slipped past my conscious. These words needed to be writ before it was too late to capture them. See here now, that once the thought has occurred in such a manner, nay shall it be allowed to do so the same again. And shouldn’t that be the point of it all? To have the stroke of genius strike but only once to a man? No, I didn’t think so either, least before sitting down that night.

Sadness is a human affliction, or so we’ve been lead to believe. Rather differently I believe, it is an affliction of life. One that spans all creatures, regardless if they have higher functions or not. Though there are different levels of sadness, to be felt by each, at different times, and with different intensities, there are some to whom, rather unfortunately, must deal with great shades of pain and sadness, all within a single lifetime of living. Then there are those poor souls, who must deal with it all in extremely short spans of time. Some turn to dull the pains brought, others are driven made by it. While some, much like myself, abuse it in order to bring new life from it. We don’t control it, but we also don’t let it control ourselves. We simply respect it, learn from it, and every now and then, ride the waves as they come crashing.

See here, this writer’s heart, mind, and soul have all been through levels of hell unfathomable to others. But yet here it wrote this, still kicking, fighting, dying. It’s oft been writ before, and to be so again, of the pain and suffering that we’ve journeyed through together. It’s been broken, abused, and used more times than care to recall. It’s also known immense joys within incredible sorrows. Yet all three continue to press forwards. There are times, oh there are many times, when it all comes swelling once more within. A few stray tears will fall, and the room heavy, will grow. But the journey still continues to carry forth from depths once unknown.

Raining Tears

Lost in worlds she don’t belong
Seems left out of place
Worries day and nights gone long
How’d she come to this place
Tears wash over pretty eyes
Stream down her face
Pains of past mistakes
Come flying to her now
Sends her to the ground

She looks up and he’s not there
Nowhere to be found
And she just hits the ground
Tired animosity fills her voids
As she screams to the night
Slowly losing her fight
Swears into her pillows tight
Every ounce of her might
Keeping her around
Screaming at the ground

When it’s over she lost inside
Drained of all her pride
Feeling weak and helplessness
She’s looking for her friend
Searching for his hand

Outstretched hundred miles away
Feels helpless in her fight
Useless as she fights away the night
He’s sitting there wondering what to do
Sitting there trying to break on through

But the night is too damn strong
And he’s been gone far too long
Lost in the emptiness of their rooms
Wondering what they should do

New day rising over tear stained eyes
Burning through all the cries
She looks around to the same emptiness
That lead her through the night
Wondering where he is
Where’s her knight

Lost in worlds
Many hundred miles away
Prays the new day
Will be better than the night
And she’s alright
He wants nothing but her best

Lost in worlds he don’t belong
So out of place with it all
But by her side feels just right
Somewhere where he belongs
With all those nights
Shared before their dawn
He just wants her to be alright
To know she’s safe at night
In their loving arms

As the day breaks with raining dawns
Moods are set for carrying on
He loves her so
Much more than she’ll ever know
Reminding her each time he wakes
Just how much she means to him
And how beautiful she truly is

Though she denies it every time
Just another piece of rhymes
For him to remind her again
Whisper it softly in her ear
As he wipes those falling tears
While holding her close in arms
Right where they both belong

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That Old Soul

He travels all year both near and far
Travels alone like most to a bar
Constantly moving and shifting

He’s left many lives behind
Some broken, some shattered
As he’s crossed that line
Some say too many times

He’s a long forgotten soul
Left out beneath the cold
As he tries so very hard
To cling to this old world

In life and love
Screams from above
All hope was nearly shattered

That old soul kept moving on
Took his fair share of killing hits
He kept pushing to be strong
For one day he knew it’d be gone

The life he lived, love he lost
Still carried deep within him
As he looks back past all those years
Wonders how he’s still here

Could’ve been anything
Chose instead to just be him
Wasting all his wishes on them

Family man became his plan
To watch them grow, raise ’em right
Sit besides his caring wife
In his mind heart and soul
This was his heaven

He watched them grow up too fast
Needed his lap less and less
As they faced their worlds
With all the courage he instilled

You raised them right, raised us proud
Turned every fear away from doubt
Showed us just what a man should be

A loving father, loving husband
To a caring mother and his wife
They did the best they could
To make sure we had everything

And the years still roll
Days still they pass
Since it was you shared your last
But it’s still nice to know

You raised an old soul properly
Instilled all those lessons inside me
How treat a woman like your wife
How to hug my daughter ’till she’s alright

Words were rarely ever spoken
But through the actions of my old man
He taught me how to be that man

Five years later since the day he past
I still have those precious qualities
Treat my daughter precious as she is
Pick her up when down, hug away her frowns
Treat a woman right not playing around
Make her the only one, that special day

I know someday it’ll all come true
I’ll have a family looking up to me
Kids wondering what their daddy can do
With a loving wife by my side during trying times

He was my only example, I his last wish
Don’t make the same mistakes now son
And you’ll pull on through

Five years down the road
My little girl looks up at me
I can see in her eye the same feeling
Of when I used to look in his eyes

I’ve got broken family
Searching for the right woman
Discouraged and on my knees
What more could he want from me

I’ve kept to the promises made
Never once running away
Always sticking to the fight
That needs to be fought

And as I look back on the years
It’s plain to see what completes me

A warm loving wife with kids all around
With her in my arms stretched on the couch
That’s the picture he painted inside me
The two most cherished instilled by him

One day I’ll get it right
Have the woman of my dreams as a wife
With kids all around in our home
Screaming for me, screaming for her

That’s the life I was raised to live
This old soul has years to go
But memories still remain before he grew old
He’s the man I want to be towards my family

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Beware The Irish Lass

‘Neath the meadows glistening moons
Lay such sweet innocence
Giggles growling miles around
Whilst springs flow swiftly passing by

Flapping wings heard o’er moors
With mischief carried all around
Childhood dreams of wishes past
All coming true this soft night

The wind does blow gentle breeze
Swirls of leaves and hair abide
And o’er the hill she does come
The Irish Lass he did dream

Her hair flows softly with the wind
Carried quickly thou with haste
Into his arms he’d did pray
She soonly fall for his brave heart

O’ last but not she could not stay
Her song was sung by the day
And off she went where she did come
O’er the hills of Slieve Gullion

To his feet stumble did he
As he chased to catch with her
No sooner had he reached its peak
The sun had crest with full delight

Back he sought each night to stay
To catch a glimpse of her fine face
Alas his heart had given up
On ever seeing his lass again

For on he went to live his way
With dreams of her still come nae go
His wife don’t mind she knows the tale
How he lost his way at Slieve Gullion

Years they passed and kids did grow
Grands all ask him of that day
Of how he met the enchanted fae
And how it was she could not stay

Tales and stories for kids to play
WIth magical fairies far away
Until the night they came away
To hear the scream of deaths last day

Dying wish was to see the fae
For one last time on his dying day
With family gather all around
Supporting him as he’d done they

With the sky clear as bright as May
Stars shown lit all they say
And on this night like long before
She came over the hills of Slieve Gullion

A tear to his eye he did find
As her warmth she did embrace
With the family gathered of this man
A promise she did grant

That on this night as has before
He’ll return with her once more
To visit with those still pure
Hold magic within themselves
For its the only way to open the door

And on that night they went away
Back over the hills of Slieve Gullion
As one child ran to ask to stay
The sun shown bright ‘cross the moors
With a whispering in the wind
Asking him to remember his kin

The years have passed family spread
But the pure heart of child visits him
Share tales all night ’till dusk again
‘Neath the shadows of Slieve Gullion

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Miles I Live

On this empty road again
Got 300 miles to roam again
Same as every other weekend
Got miles and miles to go
Before I see me love again

Journeys hard and long
You think you could come with me
Live on the road 1200 miles each month
Keep my sanity roads rip away
As tree lined views are all I see

Empty green and white roads again
Seasons chance and I still plow
600 miles in just three days
Damn lonely on them open roads

For I travel alone
To face this world on me own
Wouldn’t it be nice to share these roads
All the miles to be alone
Open souls let to grow
On these winding roads

Thru rolling hills and mountains wide
We’d spend nights beneath the sky
Fire crackling to keep us warm
On our way back to a home

But dreams are few and far between
Where I live is long away
Lost in years of yesterday
Whilst memories were soft and warm
Unlike this cold tormenting yearn
Of concrete miles beneath my well worn feet

See them swarm, see them swoon
As I walk by no care have I
Interest not this ol’ nut
For I have miles to go back home
Where I seldom belong

And so I’m on the road again
Hundred miles since I began
With hundreds more still left
For these old bones to travel down

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