Along the Wayward Path By Annalise Grey
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Along the wayward path Long have I travelled
along the wayward path. Ankle-twist
and down I fall again.
Mud-streaked arms and feet snapping branches as I go. Sharp scent of decaying leaves beneath me
Once my heart loved enough to care
for my Self and Pride. No more,
for I released the selfsame heart into wilderness
losing so much more in the process
than simply my way. * Slowly I forge in time a beating heart
and make it shine. Silver tears I cry
for my past and crime.
I sever my soul to keep it mine. * His ten tiny fingers grasp my one Earth's own
Maiden no more now Mother! I am teacher,
singer of lullabies to soft eyes
and holder of futures
in two trembling arms * Soliloquy of the Lost Soul To go or not to go
this dilemma weighs heavy.
For whether it would be better to love, lose and remember than to never love and forever wonder, I am not yet sure.
Shall I go with him giving my heart
or languish alone, grieving for my soul's lost desire? He is my shelter, my peace.
He gave me gift of laughter and a sense of myself.
Without him I am lost.
But would I not be more lost if I were to lose my heart to the trickeries of an uncaring Fate? Yet his eyes are kind and trusting. Making me believe true love endures.
Through time and despair this one constant stands.
Yet time persists in wearing away dreams and soon will my heart be gambled for and lost.
My mind is to be my one true guide, unfailing, ever faithful.
Still my heart screams the joys of bountiful love.
Oh Heaven help me if ever you did care for this stricken soul! Oh Heaven help me if ever you did not! * Those eyes belie
sincerity of voice Noxious tongue
which speaks volumes on deceit till dry,
barren from wanting but not getting
So he tries drinking me in
like wine to quench his heavy need Heat
I am left in need of a shield to protect me and a shower
if the shield fails * Wanna see destruction? Wanna see me fly?
Take this heart from its empty cave twisting it tight.
Make it yours
and I'll become a shadow loving you until I shatter
under the weight of your kindness. * She, as a house and I
From her he runs to my wild arms, firm branches unbreaking
Wind in my leaves
In the earth, my roots take rest Golden pleasantry of days in bloom
She has forgotten her tree birth
choosing life as a house Yet he always returns secure in those same four walls
quiet comfort for chilly days protected in her
while I stand sentinel apart *
Surrender to the Fire
of Love's saving Grace and fill your heart with Desire
and Love's immortal Face. * I'd steal eternity for that dream in time when I'd melt into azure
The weight of a thousand hearts
forgives what breaks me from the soul I crave With memories of that desperate heat my ghost still lingers where he sleeps
and these haunted moments of clarity are making me brave
He knows he felt like home to me as he'd brush away my fears
The screaming center of his need carried once the promise of peace, beautiful as the wings he gave me * Germany My once
bruised and battered heart is fine now
I martyr my doubt to the wind
while the languid sounds of voices and words I can't understand float past me
as I lay myself out
along the banks of the Neckar
* My castle burns beneath a velvet sky For you I'll build another while you laugh so soft
and teach me of honesty
which lies in working emerald pastures In these summer days of golden light you make it easy just to be
Now what have they to say
when none is left to conquer? For the Queen entrusts her body and soul
to the keeping of a farmer's son Though destruction bears its weight in full
it matters none to me as you lie aside Fingers laced
mine in thine
* Winifred's waters can't wash away the stain across my heart Purging myself of all till empty
I am temporarily freed from these leaden chains of blood
If I spoke of uncertainty,
doubting my own strength
would you look upon me the same way, knowing the inner divestment is more cleansing than...
Or would your own heart ache to know
that he would have loved me had I been... more?
This is the seed, my own design, sown in my psyche to give me control over
As he stands a breath away and takes me here tonight
my raging storm inside grows silent and all the world is right * Nuestras raices toman la Tierra bailando al ritmo de Ella
sin olvidar la fuerza y belleza
del sangre comun
* I take it here bound by
taunting looks given my frame. The mirror sneers
while stone-cold insults dig shallow graves
for Hope and Wellbeing inside my breast.
I have no more reason
to doubt their truthfulness than I do
my own sanity. Yet
For my Beloveds,
Kindness and Charity, too have gone by way of Hope and Wellbeing until
my skinny chest is a scarred, never budding field for mourning. * My Hatred flies with Butterfly Wings This night of mine is long and cold and I am afraid
Giving all I never had is wearing me away
I have a hole inside my heart It slowly fills with rage as I see a lovely face
its emptiness portrayed
I feel the heat of my lies
as I yearn for something more
pleading voices in my head say â€œI just want to be pureâ€? * I do not belong here
among grating brick walls
and soulless streets
My eyes reflect the stars
shimmering in obsidian night and the scent of the forest is heavy on my skin * Almost
I said, but not quite
Had trouble finding the tongue inside my teeth the strength of will to move my lips to take a breath and speak Almost
You passed, but not quite
To my left, down the street and out of sight
The engine drowning out any hope of sound My voice
should have said â€œI miss youâ€?
Almost, but not quite * Mrs. P's skeletons lay as crumpled laundry in a closet tucked away
Her husband knows, of course, but ignores Politely covering
the door with a delicate couch
Flowery pillows, soft chenille throw
to challenge the horror of her skeletons piled high and dirty
like stale sheets in desperate need of cleaning Aired out
Refreshed and saved
from their oily rancor of skins and fists
against one another Epic battle of wills
played out upon her
And so each day they sit watching TV near where her skeletons lay
pretending as if the scraping of bone against bone is nothing more
than imagination * I open my eyes but he is gone Vanished
from this too large yet still warm bed
Oh sing to me again with spontaneity leave baubles
and perfumed shirts
for me to squeeze into
on long and foggy nights
with comforting remembrance to last me through unused space
and reoccurring dreams * To have and to hold not possible I am tall
raven-haired beauty to all
but one He
who brings me
and choking gold rings a kiss
to keep me close until
my own company I must keep for I am
no longer needed not loved no
so I sit
pen in hand
and scribble away
about all that is left undone between us
un-cried for and
unsaid * Yellow resounds
in loving comfort
for a moment when addictions cost you nothing but sleep and me
all I have inside * I have a song stuck in my throat
my nightingale once sang it to me now I sing to her
She called two nights ago
again inquiring if I'm alright
â€œYeah of course. Never better.â€? She knows the truth so I sing to her Her comfort
'cause I'm so far away
and she sounds so close
across the wires then she cries
and I wish my song were Silence *
Look not to the window my love For morning arrives soon
Allow us a momentâ€™s pause
To gather one another in arms
Till streaking sunlight bids us part * You ask me why the jewels have fallen from my eyes A light for dark passages no more
Once you spoke honest words to me
Of why there is weakness in organized religion Yet strength in AA meetings
You tell me my thoughts are my own so you won't pry I wonder why you even bother
Pennsylvania native, dreamer, explorer.
I write because I like talking to the voices in my head. They are (usually) good company. I love to travel (when I have the $ for it). My family is everything to me.
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