Silence of the Eyes

The eyes in silence say all the words
Just watch, no need to speak.
These are the eyes the know all,
Some have them, can you tell?
They never must speak a sound
But emotions are caged behind,
Bolted down deep inside,
Only to be unlocked by the soul’s mind,
Kept away, without the world
It forces them blind
Only to watch and never to see
Not one can open these for another
Hiding is the only key

[Dylan Ainsley]

For Dylan

All is not lost, save it I will
and so the story goes.
Lighting candles for your way, I am

The hours are sleepless and the days are long, though the light is dimming
And we won’t be here for long
So I breathe deep to take it in

Onward, outward, evermore. I carry your name with me when I go.

Dylan Ainsley

1993-2010

Having to say goodbye to a friend is quite possibly the hardest thing I have ever had to do. There are no words to describe the horrible feeling of loss I feel now, I couldn’t and probably shouldn’t try.
By this time tomorrow she will be dead, a victim of her own blood.

What cruel trick is this that one’s own body should take it’s owners life this way? Why could not a less worthy one be taken? There are no answers to these questions, yet I am still maddened by them all the same… and I go about them again and again as if some new light be shed on darkest night. There’s nothing there to find. I should know that by now.

Mortality is a hard thing to stomach. I feel ill.

Bridge of sighs

Someone I used to know so well, someone I knew so very well is gone, taken by the sea.

I wonder what if, I wonder why, I wonder how it felt. I wonder and I think and I mourn for lost potential and wasted years;  for the could-have-beens, for the things which could have come to pass but cannot now.

So fold me up and shove me away;
it’s what you did, but I forgive you now. I would succor to it once again could I.

So take that and take it with you.

Kyle Patrick Galloway,sail away, sail away.

Where BC meets CE.

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Cellarsoul

I open the cellar door and your spirit ascends,
Upward and outward
I let you go, yet you still remain here day after day after idle day
gasping and rasping
Clawing at me, trying to commune.

You don’t know how badly I need to bring you back.

Viscera

I would like to love you, but I think I’ll escape while the door is open and just right there.

You came in like you were never gone and I’m still here sitting at the window; silent and cool and still; maddened at your sordid ways.
I pick up my eyes and turn them toward you as I extract the answer from it’s context and in this moment I see all there is to you and I can see right through you, so the thread loses hold and pulls the seams apart as I lay you down face-first to crawl again.

Lull your pain, lull your pain

I saw it in a moment, that brilliant flash, and I knew I would leave you behind, but only after I take the time to bruise you ever so carefully.
You’re an emotional invalid with a sense for the slight of sight and now I cast you out.

You always asked me, “Why won’t you just let me in?” and I was too underwater to commune, but now you know. You see, you are trapped in today and you will never grow any more than you already have; never make any more progress… not until they put you in a box and shovel you away.
Is it what you thought it’d be? Is it as brilliant and lucid and as beautiful as it once was now that you’ve seen the ugly truth? Is it? Is it?

I told you I would leave you behind.