Act II

Time now moves like a midnight rain. Each drop closer to the next. Falling with a velocity from the sky to the earth,its source, joined again. Like grains of sand passing through the origin of reality. What has passed only to be upended in defiance or repetition. The rain, it calms my hardened soul. It washes the grains of sand from my callous heart.

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Hyde Park... Well, almost.

If you can hear me, then come and get me... Because Im still here. A cryptic message, to lead you astray. The confession of what dreams dwell inside. To hold alone, the weight on my beating heart. Life, melodies and poetry. The vessel which wisks me away. Dreams cannot understand, why things simply cannot be. So now if you can see me, Then come and get me... ej

1:09 A.M.

Can anybody hear me?

Holding Hearts

I am so in love with you...

My life has become simple.
But with there being so many different ways to love you,
may my love remain complex.

With your heart beating in my chest deep and strong,
time itself will stop and let our love continue to grow...

To say "I love you" would be an understatement.
No words beautiful enough to explain my feelings for you..

You are the moon that shines from above,
The light of my dark world, the shining spirit deep inside my soul.
With you here next to me...
Forever.

And yet,
To speak and peer into your gorgeous brown eyes and tell you that I love you...

Still would be an understatement.

I love you.


ej

And you?

Here...

Watch me.

I will not remember.
"Ive never forgotten..."

The music is louder when I am alone.
It speaks with a voice that I can feel inside my heart.
Alone, It is... Alone, Its all mine.
Every word, Each song written just for me...

For Miles

"on that day all of the scales will swing to set all the wrongs to right

all of our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight

but until then all of our scars will still remain, but we've learned
that if we'll

open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal



as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart"


Every note, louder than the last.
My eyes burn themselves shut.
The ache, so powerful it dominates my very soul.
There is but one cure...


You.

ej

Group Therapy. Me, Myself and I, all present...

had a dream last night.

I was in a familiar place...
The dry desert air filled my lungs, my skin was dirty and no one was around. The sky was red yet the stars were visible. I walked away. i could smell the dirt being kicked up from my boots as i walked.

Past the lot were we used to work. I could see my friends joking around with each other in the distance. I don't bother trying to talk to them or acknowledge their presence. In this familiar place, I know that they will fade away if I try to approach. I leave them be and continue on my way...

I walk past our home. I peer in though the gate. Once again, I see us walking to OUR home. The place where we wanted to be. The only home we knew when we were out here in the desert. I keep walking.

I walk right out the front gate and peer into the vast horizon... The sand kisses the red sky out in the distance. I close my eyes and step into nothing...
Step after step, I feel pain.

I dare not open my eyes as I walk...

I hear the voices all around me. I feel the hands pull at my uniform, the burning hands pull and tear. I dare not open my eyes...

I can feel the red sky, the weight of the world on my shoulders.. The hands begin to tear flesh. The voices become deeper, louder... I keep walking and dare not open my eyes..

The dream is my own and all too familiar... the sky is red. I can't tell if the world is bleeding or if its my own that I feel.

Everyone is nowhere,
I am here, everywhere...


ej

damn...

so...

my phone got shut off..

this makes me sad.

but the good thing is that I can still receive calls...
Ive been hoping you'd call me all day.

call me, baby...

ej

Here on cloud 7... or 8.

You bury me..

I cannot write...
I feel too damn good.

To fall...
To be yours.

I belong to someone.
To you...

Faith in us.

ej

my.own.cure

Paralyze me inside these cold walls.

I smile and pull out this journal..
Inside these pages, I am free.

My heart bleeds love.
The love of a woman and her kiss on my lips..
Confessions of love scribbled within..

The cold, lonely desert that is my depression..
Words blurred and erased by the tears that have fallen.
The ink faded and worn..

Memoirs from the battlefield.
The journal smells of dirt and powder..
Blood on the corners and oil on the paper.

The heartache from a hate spoiled, love..
You never loved me yet, I will always love you.
Heavy hands rip this book apart..

My philosophies, the way of the world..
Life is the metaphor, living should be taken literally...
Every entry, Every letter...


This journal and my pen..
Self-medication.



ej