Works in progress. A journey through the early stages of my 19th book of poetry...

Thursday, June 14, 2012

( ( W i n d o w s ) )


Hide who you truly are...
In times we seek even the smallest act of kindness...
Shield your face from the wind
Hide who you truly are...
Unless you're made of stone.

FOR ME.

WE CAN'T BE MADE UNDONE.

There are some people that just can't wait a lifetime

For a sure thing.

There are some who can't handle this kind of loneliness
Sadness cloaked in mystery...
Others who are built around it...
Others who feed off it...

Those are not weak
Those are strong and designed for healing.

Live through pain until the idol end
Before new life begins
Before all the hate...

I now the type that sees things only one way.

Proof that we are not here.

Well, there's more than one way to reach absolution.

And I now there are windows that don't just show the world outside

I now there are windows...
But you can't see the same as I..

FOR LAPSE OF JUDGMENT

Hide who you truly are...
In times we seek even the smallest act of kindness.

WE CAN'T BE MADE UNDONE.

Alec Wildey - June 14, 2012

2 comments:

  1. Yo Protegere mi cara del viento.
    Ocultar lo que soy, sin temor.
    Esto he aprendido hoy.

    Me gusta tu sinceridad.

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