Storming the Beaches

To say it was mind-blowing
would be an understatement
To say i don't think of it
would be a bold faced lie
To say i have allowed myself to linger
in the spaces of time they exist
would be a gross truth
But to have shaken it from my core
would be an affirmation of growth

In the time it took to fall
it seems the healing time was much greater
and yet in the simplicity of knowing
somewhere it went wrong
the comforting factor remains
it was never on my end


the truth is never kind
hearts never lie
passion burns eternal
and a soul can heal
in my own reality
i did what i could

and yes i lost myself along the way
but while life is a series of battles
your success is not measured by how many
or how few you win
it is only measured
by if you can win the war
and to call me anything less
then a 4 star general
would be a grave error
on the part of any
who dare to bet against me

It just came out of nowhere......

truth be told i missed you once
or maybe more then
but the problem arose of absence
as in your presence from me

and a growth occurred
in a garden not made of this earth
where salt and sand soothe
and honey stings

with an overwhelming burst of sunshine
whilst the clouds drift far and free
the sounds of passion echo throughout
reverberating to the core of the building

Just because the bell chimes
and the time on the clock reads
what you wish it to be discovered as
doesn't mean its right

and the speed bump on the ramp to the door
won't help you figure it out any quicker
but the discretion and indiscreet moments
were well masked and blanketed by all

but my reactions and disturbances
lay buried under the asphalt
for the road i have re-paved over
what gravel lay still scattered

there's a highway now where a park was
but not for a purpose
high traffic can cause a commotion
but most days its organized chaos

the noise level can raise without notice
as glass from the windows break frequently
but at least there's a cool breeze
that will always clam the heat