black feather

twenty years
of fine aged wine
intoxicated
his young eyes

he spilled his soul
in attempt to find
a secret passage
to her mind

it was love
but not the kind
his imagination
had designed

she sheltered him
throughout the storm
and helped him softly
not to mourn

sober and
strengthened by
her open heart
he could not cry

one night in
a lifetime of
will be remembered
for her true love

Jetlag

days full of empty thoughts
it's my disillusions consequence
why trust in instincts voice
it always leads to twisted paths

it was too good to be true
and too bad to be justice
a cancer is emerging
to fill this massive void

i never loved you
but i wanted to

fear of regret and lucid dream
extended an open hand
a day of fate will arrive
i trust in that or lose it all

the young grow bold
while the old grow numb
but one is without a memory of
the burn and sting of misplaced hopes

i never loved you
but i wanted to

nothing to blame
or retaliate for
it was just a lonely song
fetal embrace repair my soul

i'm numb but not from pain
these disillusions still remain
sell out the regret stained heart
appease the gods of broken dreams

i never loved you
but i wanted to

3-5-3

infinite
possibilities
in each day

haiku

today I feel
perfectly content
to be human

Forever and a day

Too little too late and not enough

Sometimes I get down on my knees

And ask myself, what was I thinking

To let you slip away from me

You were there for me

When I'd scrape my knees

Always others there to please

I never had the time

To show I loved you

Or the ones who cared for me

I'm coming home, my way

Now I know the things I need to say

Don't turn me away

Whatever price, I will pay

I'll love you

Forever and a day

(J.A.R.)

Kotoba

Words...what the hell are they? Teaching a language, has made reanalyze something I'd rarely questioned. Do we ever truly understand one another through written or spoken language? Words and their meanings are limited and can never fully express the content of what we try to convey. We live by these representations of ideas, things and emotions. We live in a world of words and in many different languages. Can a true representation of anything be expressed in this form of communication? Language is truly amazing, its only value comes from the interpretations of your mind. It's probably the most powerful thing, besides your soul, that doesn't really exist in a physical sense. My dad used to say to me when I'd promise to do something, "don't tell me, show me". One action is worth all the blab in the world. So what value does that leave this blog?

Wish you were here

So you think you can tell

Heaven from hell

Blue Skies from pain

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail

A smile from a veil

So you think you can tell

Did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts

Hot ashes for trees

Hot air for a cool breeze

Cold comfort for change

Did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage

How I wish

How I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year

Running over the same old ground

What have we found

The same old fears

Wish you were here

(R.W.)

Human Relations

It's crazy when I think about all the people I've known in my life. All we've shared were moments in time. And all that's left are memories. Each moment was a valuable opportunity to create something wonderful. What does it take to be always aware of this? How do I stay "awake"? Something, keeps me in the dark. I have to let go and trust. I have all the answers, but can't use them.

Spiral Out

I feel like life is a circle of experiences, almost always coming back around to a familiar feeling. But now I realize that with the proper push, it can spiral, moving outwards, out of the SOS. I believe this is the way to growth. Or perhaps it's just a metaphor, useful only to myself. Thanks, 'TOOL'-"Lateralus".

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I'm alive.