72)
Notes to self –
So, how did we do?
Us, you mean?
Yes, us
Did we make it out alive?
First, I think it is important to remember
that this is life, and when it comes to life,
nobody makes it out alive.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
69)
I suppose it would be good
to get away for a while,
or to be somewhere
or someplace that no one dares
to speak out of turn
or break the silence
to say an unnecessary thing.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
62)
Dim The lights
(Please)
Let the candles glow
or let the candles do their trick
and let them flicker in the soft light,
just after the sun goes down
or sinks in the horizon,
as if the sun is doused
as it slips into the palm
of Mother Earth’s hand.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
56)
There are some
or so it seems,
or maybe there are more,
or even more than I realize; however,
there are those among us
who live in the split decision
or who find themselves
stuck between fact and fiction
and so,
they spend their time on the fence
unsure of what to do,
what to say,
how to move,
or when to pick a side,
or how to make things so.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
51)
I got bit by a hint of nostalgia last night,
and like a bug bite
that got me just before bedtime
I was hit by an itch
that my mind kept scratching,
over and over again
until now.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
47)
You would never know
just by looking at someone
and you could never really tell
what they think about,
how they really feel,
what they know
or where they have been
or what they have seen.
No one ever knows
or sees the invisible scars
or sees the unseeable sickness,
like the concealed moments
or the memories of madness
that left them wounded
long ago.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
43)
I have chosen not to step away
nor resign
nor quit in this dream
which is the same dream
that I have had with me
all this time,
and as this pertains to me, specifically,
I have come to the decision
that I cannot and will not
step back, or give way,
and surrender another step.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
39)
You never know who you are
until you find out,
and oftentimes,
even when we find out,
I am amazed when I see
how little we see,
or how seldom we notice
that we are far more
than who we think we are.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
36)
I cannot say that I knew you
but I can say
that I knew you well enough.
I can say that I knew enough
to understand things
that perhaps,
maybe no one else
would understand
or if anything else,
I can say that I understand
the things that most people
would never dare to admit
or talk about.
Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky
31)
I find myself lost sometimes
or perhaps,
I am only hidden in plain sight
and simply put,
I am alive
and aloud
and living in times
of your so-called
constructive criticism,
unless, of course—
I disagree.
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