Pissing in the wind

If this is the time for our current journey to end,

Then this is what I must deal

And the tears that stream from my eyes

Is a mere reflection of my sorrow and pain

I do not want this to be the truth

I do not want this to be real

I do not want this to be the end

But I am abandoned in this fight 

This requires of me a surrender

A white flag to the ghosts

Nostalgia is an enemy 

To whom I must stop

I am your equal 

In my surrender, my truth, in my soul

A limitless capacity for which you seek

Often misunderstood 

Unclaimed, but not withheld

It is a capacity that debilitates 

A conflict of self in the power it wields 

It must be contained

But in my depth and my core

The ability is resolute and true

So much has been seen 

And much that was not

But we cannot deny 

The blindness provided by our inner child

If we open our eyes and abandon the child

We would see where our sightlessness lies

Discord and dissonance 

Actions do imply

For once again

It is the child that justifies

Actions are a choice 

Inaction is the same

For here we did spoil 

And nourish its fervent needs

Forward we must march

Away from the child

Abandon and deny its right to survive

Starve it of the sustenance in our mind

So, on my body this journey will be etched 

For my path of life until my death

An understanding of love

A lesson in life

A learning of self

And in my heart

A forgiveness to me 

And forgiveness for you

Compassion and empathy

To a life better served 

For you I wish the choice to be

That you longer want to dance alone

To unprotect the uncertainty it may provide

To surrender to the gentleness and vulnerability of your soul

So, your beauty and magnitude can unfold

For this you will see, is where you will shine

And be blessed with no more needs to which you so desire 

And with your voice, do change your words 

So, others will know how and where you want to be heard

Trust only that hurt is inevitable

And love is a bitch 

Self-preservation is no amour to the emotional risk

So be vulnerable and surrender irrespective of this

This journey of self, is at best not resolute

Filled with anguish, fear and doubt

And as we leave the hungry child behind

It’s a path that is yet to be outlined

Forgive oneself, forget the past 

Be polite to the lessons it did provide

Do not let it steer the road that must be taken

Stay steadfast and true on the rebirth of you

Be grateful and humble 

Brave and sure 

Carry-on marching to the beat of your heart

Send off your child, wave him goodbye! 

And I say it to you, and I say it to I

Let that be our inner voice

That says we are free

Free from ourselves, and the child that destroys

Whilst this feels like death 

I know it is not, so whilst it still can 

It requires to be told

Time has been taken, stolen and lost 

Our minds and our child were the thief’s to be shot

Two fish in the sea, two satellites orbiting the sun 

Two wandering souls, that were destined to meet

It is time now 

For these Pisceans to swim and change the path our planets were on     

Our souls still wandering, until the next time we convene

But I will live in hope you hear my daily ping

So, to my Wolverine 

Oh, my heart does pine

I will scavenge the woods, to find my pack 

But know that when I look to the moon in the sky 

You are the one that makes me howl

In the denial of self, I hope you do wake 

To the magnificence of your reflection 

That stares you in the face

Handsome, and beautiful 

That yields such desire

Weaken your fort and surrender gently some of your philosophy

Break down the walls that keep all out

Permit them to hold you in the way that they can

And see the perfection at the moment it’s at 

Today, I do read the words on this page

That come from my soul

As a witness of you

And the depth of my sight 

But acknowledge my blindness to my own stupid fight

My child was an asshole, I bid him farewell

You the victim of my denial, my harm and my child

Screaming and raging and questioning yourself 

Serves you no purpose in this dissonance

I hope you do wake with a bit of resolve 

Understanding in life our human discord 

As time will pervade 

All the memories transform

One day, somewhere there we will stand 

A moment and place above the clouds

An ethereal fragment will remind

Of a love that was shared of us boys pissing in the wind

xxxx