The other half of a page.
Dear Judge,
Dear Jury,
And Dear Executioner,
Sincerely here dies the day,
P.S. Other half of a page.
The light shines dimly over the shadows in my heart. These days one has to ask if I even have one anymore. Are the symbols on my arm, just a piece of art, or do they actually mean something to me anymore. With the wife I lost, the mother I never was a father with, and the soul mates that could have been. The waves of life, caused by the ripples of stones I threw along time ago... Nearly drown us these days. And so where I once breathed life into another, it almost took my own. So all I can wish, is that her life lives another happy, sad, every time she's mad, she's still glad to be alive one more day... And though we lose ourselves somewhere in the lie, at least we know the truth is out there. In pictures, behind words, and staring at the same stars we are in the nights we spend alone there after. We are the stone giants, immobile yet large enough for the whole world to see where we are, and only movable by the hands of Gods. Now as soon as possible we must face this reality, that where puzzle pieces fit together to make the most beautiful pictures... We should never break to fit. So what were you fighting for, and what was I fighting for, and what we were all fighting for...? Just another day to say... I love you. Those three words, and the whole world, a gate with a lock, that only few dare the keys... And sometimes the lie, is so much more beautiful, then the truth on the other side. Where the Gods once made us whole only to separate us, we spend the rest of our lives looking for that other half... And so too shall I feel the cup of emptiness at my lips and though I still drink my thirst will nearly quench, but only enough to keep me alive. My lungs battered by the kind of suicide you'd think me better of, surely crumble to dust, behind the cage that is my chest... And though my heart still beats, it barely sees the world it used to need like dragonflies wings on the wind. So here I scream in the trial of all my crimes, forgive me for not watering the tiger lilies, not tending the daisies, nor feeding the butterflies, neither caging the doves, and most of all forgive me for loving all of the above and all that has come and gone like happy thoughts in the world of men... And so Peter takes off his hat, and puts down his knife, to walk away from Neverland, and become a man. Half a man, just like everyone else... Searching for that which makes him whole.
Dear Jury,
And Dear Executioner,
Sincerely here dies the day,
P.S. Other half of a page.
The light shines dimly over the shadows in my heart. These days one has to ask if I even have one anymore. Are the symbols on my arm, just a piece of art, or do they actually mean something to me anymore. With the wife I lost, the mother I never was a father with, and the soul mates that could have been. The waves of life, caused by the ripples of stones I threw along time ago... Nearly drown us these days. And so where I once breathed life into another, it almost took my own. So all I can wish, is that her life lives another happy, sad, every time she's mad, she's still glad to be alive one more day... And though we lose ourselves somewhere in the lie, at least we know the truth is out there. In pictures, behind words, and staring at the same stars we are in the nights we spend alone there after. We are the stone giants, immobile yet large enough for the whole world to see where we are, and only movable by the hands of Gods. Now as soon as possible we must face this reality, that where puzzle pieces fit together to make the most beautiful pictures... We should never break to fit. So what were you fighting for, and what was I fighting for, and what we were all fighting for...? Just another day to say... I love you. Those three words, and the whole world, a gate with a lock, that only few dare the keys... And sometimes the lie, is so much more beautiful, then the truth on the other side. Where the Gods once made us whole only to separate us, we spend the rest of our lives looking for that other half... And so too shall I feel the cup of emptiness at my lips and though I still drink my thirst will nearly quench, but only enough to keep me alive. My lungs battered by the kind of suicide you'd think me better of, surely crumble to dust, behind the cage that is my chest... And though my heart still beats, it barely sees the world it used to need like dragonflies wings on the wind. So here I scream in the trial of all my crimes, forgive me for not watering the tiger lilies, not tending the daisies, nor feeding the butterflies, neither caging the doves, and most of all forgive me for loving all of the above and all that has come and gone like happy thoughts in the world of men... And so Peter takes off his hat, and puts down his knife, to walk away from Neverland, and become a man. Half a man, just like everyone else... Searching for that which makes him whole.