Tones

I can feel myself

In the background

Of this empty room

I guess

I am not myself

You can try to fight

With everything you have

The truth is

Everything you overcame

Can come right back

I am trying

I keep telling myself

The words you thought you kept to yourself…

All of these miles and miles

You put behind you

I keep talking in my sleep

Didn’t they tell you?

It won’t let go…

Did you ever wonder…

The colors in the wasteland

The truth is something I keep looking for every day

Why the world is on fire…

It won’t let go

It won’t let go

All the voices from the past

They keep calling me home

I guess I always thought

We would have more time

All of the photographs of you

I keep seeing you in every color of fall

The truth is

I am not myself these days

I hide it in the well

But in the nights

Alone in my sleep

I keep the words

You hid for yourself

And I

I see you in everything

I know

We all have one chance

And that’s why I know

It won’t let go

And I won’t let go

Call me

Anytime you feel the miles

You know

It won’t let go

And I won’t let you go…

The truth is

Everything reminds me of you

And I wake up

Reading

Memories of you tucked between the pages

Of everything I write

And

The nights are long

The miles are wide

but I’m all in the right

You and me

We won’t let go

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The Times (Bleeding Ink 1,245)

They say

The times are changing…

Underneath this sky,

Sometimes I feel older than time

Storm clouds have always been in the background, here,

The train still stalls

Still takes its time

The clouds hang in the sky

But when does the wind ever rise?

Who poured my coffee,

Who slept by the sea,

Who is this face in the mirror staring back at me?

When will my past stop haunting,

This nameless shadow

Moving the furniture

In empty rooms

Occupying corners of my mind…

Who were we back then,

And when did we finish becoming?

Does it ever let go…

Do you still love me,

Is regret on your mind?

Pour the drinks

Set the mood in your eyes

When did we get so busy

When did we stop pursuing each other …

Every day it’s a new News story

New America

New sunrise

Why can’t we change as well…

Does it ever let go…

This feeling

We all want to rhyme

We all want to write

But we never make the time…

Maybe …

These people believe

And believe

To believe

Love to believe

And

Maybe I don’t really want to know …

I’m not holding the answer

I’m just staring at your window

Your picture’s on my phone

Listen,

She’s

Like the first snow

And

My heart slows

I forget to breathe

Every time I see

Her

And maybe we –

Will always be suspended in this time-

Everyone is in the crush – rush- but –

She takes me back

Everything in the room fades

Back to when

Nobody wants to be famous

We all keep the time

The internet is just another black hole

In the back of someone’s mind

And the names we know

They all paid their dues

You know, they broke through…

They worked overtime…

Here we are

Is anything the same?

We cut ties

We buried bodies

We moved in and moved on

We want a stage for whatever we feel…

I had a nightmare

All I could do was plagiarize

I woke up

Slow it down

She slows it down…

Tomorrow is waiting for you

Who dug a hole in the earth

For you to fill with your tired mind

Soon the stars

Will be in the quilted sky

The moon is still constant

The tides will rise

Washing your soul clean

And carry your dreams back home

I love to love her…

I think I will be trying to win her

For all of my tomorrows

They say

The times are changing

But like Dylan said …

I was older then, I’m younger than that now…

Starlight

All the flowers grow

At night

And

The roots

Grow deep

And we are not saints

The dust doesn’t just stick

To our shoes

In the morning light

It’s behind our eyes

It’s in our lungs

And we have the cough to prove

Maybe I’m not a poet

But I see you across the room

Hair fire red

tougher than the rest

A fast machine

When the lights go out

The moon in your eyes

Giving the wolves

A reason to scream

You’ll make me believe –

But that’s not why I’m here

Because 6 out of ten nights

I just want to be close to you

And I’ll walk the line

This isn’t us against the world

You’re the only world I’ll ever need

As long as you love me

I’d walk with you

Every night

And we would wait as the gardens grow

And the earth is reborn

-regardingsamuel.com

Photo origin – Ethan Bethune

Fair Days and Fall Nights

Today we went to the Fair. We couldn’t bring Simon, unfortunately. I’m sure he would have felt like he went to doggy heaven with all the funnel cake and animal dung.

But, I did get some pictures (some are my sister – in law’s “JT” JTJTJT or SC 

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