Feeding the Emptyness

I am at a loss your see... There is this place, in my heart or in my head and I am not sure which. But it stands empty and needs to be filled. What is missing? I have filled it with faith and I have filled it with passion... I have filled it with anger and drunkenness... I have tried love and sorrow, pain and joy... But all of it just runs through, leaving me empty once more. What is missing? I have feared this emptiness and ran from it... But now, there is no where to run and I am left alone with my empty fears. What is missing? So at long last I turn and step into the space that is empty and find that what is missing is real myself. It is me that I fear, it is me that is lost and it is me that I need. It is me that I have found.

In Silence

I was here...
not that anyone now remembers.
you see...
I move in silence.
I stand still in sorrow.
I wait in anguish.
I die in joy.
So carefully did I create this illusion.
This life of shadow.
That now, even I am unsure
of what is real
and what is not.
I was here....

Regret?

I fall sometimes...
yes that is what it is, falling.
This feeling of sinking into something...
like quicksand
like sadness
like regret...
I want to fly but have no wings.
I want to rise but don't know how.
And so...
like the insect trapped in amber,
I stay...

You will never read this....

I Love You....
Well there, I said it at long last.
And the thing is you have no idea....
none at all.
The years have stretched now into eternity
and yet....
the longing is still as painful as it was when we meet.
I cling to ever moment of time we have had together like
a raven hording his pieces of shine junk....

I still dream of you....

And yet there is the reality of what is.
You will never read this....
You will never know the joy that burns in my soul when ever it is that you call....
You will never understand the pleasure that awakens when I see you....
You smile at me, and I die just a touch more....

Down the Dark Tunnel

And Yet it seems....
Happiness was a dream? But who's fault is that?
The desire to blame the shadowy figures of my past screams up at me like twisting sounds of a car crash....
but....
Where is my own ability to create joy?
Was it their failure
or mine?
I stare down the long tunnel and wonder....
My escapes have failed me
All is emptiness and silence....
So I move forward, looking for the light at the end....
After all, it is my life....
So I must find my own salvation and my own reasons to dance....

and?

there was....
well that is gone now
like the leaves of fall
but I remember and want all the same...
its the wanting I miss
the need
the longing
yet time moves on
and you are
gone

Think Forward....

There was a time that the fate of our planet was not really one of my chief concerns. But the older I get and the more I read and study, the more worried I become. This is our home, Earth, the place where humanity lives and we tend to treat her like crap. Now not to go into some screaming environmental rant but is it really that hard to see what we are doing to the one and only home we have??? I am not asking you to change your life, just one simple thing. Anything that makes our world a better place for us and those who come after. PLEASE!!!!