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You…. were born with buckets.
Not the kind of buckets that hold water, but the kind of buckets that reside inside, and hold the things you hate about yourself.
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When will I cease to be
Drift away, drift away I won’t be me to you someday When will I die to you Fade to black, fade to black Once I’m gone I can’t come back
The old man shuffles away slowly,
each movement making joints ache in a discordant cacophony. Each step, a trial of balance. But inside, he is young, proud, and full of a life and spirit from a younger man’s day.
Your lipsticked lips
Brush against my fingertips And chills crawl up my spine I’ve known it since I met you That I just got to get to Make you mine, mine all mine
I'm tired and it's time to go, it's been a long road.
I've lived such a cherished life, and I’m not owed I've done my share and I know, I've had my say. And in my heart I know that, I don't regret a day. But now it's time that I drift my way back home From where I came, I'm going back there now I'll be leaving all the ones I love and know But now it's time for me to go back home Don't you cry for me sweet baby, wipe your eyes for me sweet girl I'll be in your heart sweet baby, don't you cry for me sweet girl Don't you cry for me sweet baby, wipe your eyes for me sweet girl I'll be in your heart sweet baby, don't you cry for me sweet girl May a warm wind come down from the skies, whisking you away, taking you on a journey through the stars, across universes untraveled. While you ride in the warm arms of the wind, may you see spectacular glitter, and colors unimagined. May you be swept to the edge of the universe, traveling through time and space to galaxies never before traversed, wishing upon shooting star after shooting star, hearing the silence of nothing go by. The sky around you black and seemingly shiny, with billions of tiny lights in the distance, each becoming extraordinary large as you sail by silently with a speed unmeasured in the vastness of night space. May you see life, beautiful life, intelligent, loving, playful, and always friendly, as you speed your way through time, and may the warm winds hold you and give you comfort as you ride your trip of a lifetime. Colors unimagined, bright and deep, play like fireworks upon the black canvas around you, silent, quiet, yet filling you with a wholeness you have never felt in your life. A strange new sense invades you and gives you comfort, making you smile involuntarily, nodding to yourself as you go. And may the warm wind bring you around and down once again, setting you gently in familiar surroundings, all knowledge gained, senses aroused, fulfilled, yet home again as you open your eyes. A dream? Real? You gain a better sense of your surroundings, acknowledging your life as you know it, and realize while you have just experienced something extraordinary, something you will never forget and will be able to experience again and again without ever being able to fully describe, maybe even to yourself, you also realize that you are earthbound, never having left your comfortable existence. You sigh, somewhat disappointed, deciding you need to raise yourself and move. As you do, you gaze downward toward your arm, as some fine, powdery star dust falls off and lifts in the breeze.
You’re a feather in the breeze
Prodded rocking side to side No control no direction As you drift upon the wind Jetsam on a broken shore Empty life with hints of more Waiting as your savior Lifts you up to take you in Transparent and so fragile Stripped naked and confused The tears have worn away the underneath You sacrifice your values Give up, give in, give out Prostrated and so Open just to breathe Fragile, cracked and broken Jetsam floats upon the waves Your own needs go unspoken In your offerings to please Opened with acidic hands Your inner self wears thin In a life of hidden winds You’re a feather in the breeze Silent tears in dark of night Only you to hold you tight With loss of soul in darkness In some ungodly way You cry in silent sorrow As the sun unveils morrow You face the waking challenge Of pushing past the day Fragile, cracked and broken Jetsam floats upon the waves Your own needs go unspoken In your offerings to please Opened with acidic hands Your inner self wears thin In a life of hidden winds You’re a feather in the breeze
I needed to imagine a grin on your face,
if just for a second or two. The sun pouring down for a brief point of time, falling down as to shine just for you. I needed to dream of a mere moments lapse, where I see your half sleepy smile. At least I can feel I turned on the sun, if only, if just, for awhile. I needed to imagine a brief point in time, where the day glow could shine down on you. I needed to think that I could do that, if just for a second or two. - David S. Chorney |
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David S. ChorneyThis is where I'm supposed to write something about myself. I still have some hair left. I am still undecided which I like better, photography or painting. My four major food group are seafood, melted cheese, pasta, and Advil. I love the hunt of a finished piece of art. All quotes, essays, stories, and any other written piece on this website, are original and written by yours truly, unless otherwise noted. |
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