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.

What Distance Costs

Every day a struggle to find my way thru
Every day the marathon of taunting thoughts
Wrecking havoc ready to break free of me
Set aside the madness focus on the child

No one seems to understand what it really means
Living lies inside this head to make it thru the night
How far away the travel stays to take away
The miles racked up in between mountains and the sea
No one seems to understand what this distance costs

Alone in this head is not a safe place to live
For if you could see me, could you be near me
After learning all the truths trapped inside
With it’s long dark roads winding inside mazes

The child is long now lost unable to understand this
How many miles of traveling must be made
The woman by my side, seems I make her cry
With lonely distance the only thing at her side
No one seems to understand what this distance costs

Thousand miles here and there seems like nothing
But only to those not out there with me
Forget cross-country but mountains from the sea
Those winding roads slowly killing me

As I make my way to and from
My loving ones to my home
Six-hundred miles in the night
Is quite the sight
As I barrel down the roads

No one seems to understand what it really means
Living lies inside this head to make it thru the night
How far away the travel stays to take away
The miles racked up in between mountains and the sea
No one seems to understand what this distance costs

No one seems to understand what this distance demands
The sacrifices being made for the few hours one day
A heavy heart drives the car with eyes watery
For it’s two weeks time we must depart
But no one knows what this distance costs….

It’s broken hearts every time I say goodbye
With teary eyes for every mile I drive
A worn and battered soul
With a woman and a child waiting
For me to drive home along more lonesome miles

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In Blink’s Of Eyes

In blink’s of eyes, life passes by
In blink’s of eyes, life quickly dies
In moments past, yet to come
Living days, one to one
New lives come, old ones leave
Quicker than changing leafs

Setting sun on last days run
Lonely breath is all that’s left
As the body slowly gives up

Life moves one with memories remain
And moments lost never regained
Nor future ones be shared
From blink’s of eyes
To eternal stares

Of little moments not to share
A watchful knowing is always there
As life grows on in little smiles
Pictures past will show her why
With past and future meeting again
In only photos years begin

Neither man nor wife will ever meet
Nor see the future with disbelief
A single child with eyes wide
Only moments was captured by
Within those moments of smiles and eyes
Generations crossing paths

With past now gone, and future wide
Memories keep them alive
In few pictures that do survive
They’ll know the ones by their sides
Stories told each every night
To keep their memories alive
Now long gone from blink’s of eyes

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To Have And To Hold

Her love, shown only as she knows
Her heart, pure as any broken heart has been
Her spirit, bright as the morning light
Her everything, she’s given to me

My love, deep and passionate for only her
My heart, beats to tunes never before heard
My spirit, shines brighter when she’s around
My everything, it all belongs to her

My arms surrounding her in long embraces
Her soft nature flows through her with such grace
Cheeks blush in shades of red
With a gentle kiss to her forehead

Tears fill her soul as deep as mine
Each time we say goodbye
For the roads between are long
And the roads are so damn lonely
For two hearts that know the time

Each night spent away from her brings a sad morning
But each time we’re together, the world matters not to us
She is mine, as I am hers
And we’ll let the world know not of our cares
For we’re each others to have and to hold

Last In Line

Well it’s been too damn long
And now I’m too damn old
Got lost between here and that old road
Too many miles have I walked alone

His hands now gone to guide my path
Her memories are all that’s left
As each day is further from
When they both left

Years flown by with months they cry
As the past travels back in time
To days when they were still alive
Where memories were being made to live

Though they’re gone from their lives
Memories have survived the graves
As the little child trapped inside
Breaks down and hides

While the realization quickly sinks
He’s now the last in line
With no more living behind
He’s left lost out in the crowd

But all his life, he’s been raised
To live a life properly
Treat a wife how she deserves
And raise his kids same he was

Though the past now gone
Not to be replaced
The lessons once learned
Can’t be erased
But passed on down the line