I do not have the weight of fading beauty
I was never handed that cross to bear
I will dissipate into the darkness
With few knowing I’m no longer there
But she feels the pain of time
Thinking a curse as we continue to age
The anguish of remaining alive
Yet each new dawn is another blank page
Attempting to maintain where imperfections shunned
Marching toward time with the burden of flaws
Waking to find age has not been kind
Slowly decaying according to physics and natural laws
Mortality; a stark reminder of life
Leaving me kneeling with a heart full of hymns
My soul rejecting this modern existence
Yet, no matter what, I refuse to be society’s Hester Prynne
On the shores of Ol’ Patagonia While the citizens did sleep Youthful fear of affection Yet into the woods, they silently creep
Don’t let on how you feel For you might get what you want The pain of admitting you care & perchance it might forever haunt
The burden of carrying embarrassment & possibly feeling regret this long Thy youth’s clear true love But hindsight tells me I was wrong
For I wasn’t brave enough to trust Too busy being incorrect by name Fear welling into my soul But I loved her all the same
It’s not fair to bring up old times Immaturity & self-reject are not a virtue I don’t deserve her thoughts nor sentiments In the end, never good enough for you
Still thinking of what might’ve been Or an excuse to freshly misbehave Angst & teenaged awkwardness Take a shot & take it all to my grave
Can we puncture our transcendent eyes
Feeling fantasies no one can understand
Trapped behind responsibility & expectation
Failing to grasp foundations as we planned
The difference in our souls transmit
Expounded by the beatings of our hearts
Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired
But their might will never sever our parts
You cannot be weak if you’re truly weird
There’s no time for the molecules to rearrange
These burdens of an unimaginative society
Simply cannot fathom the depth of how you’re strange
Thoughts of another calendar year The hopes & dreams you wish to achieve Dropping needless burdens – disappear Regrouping; returning to what you believe How do we move forward toward our goal To be resolute & live to be heart-whole *** Authentically alive with a smile & a pure soul
Time to toss that hate on the Yule log ’tis love I wish to venerate Another year rapidly diminished No more sand to disseminate
It is time to let it all burn away Unburden ourselves of anything hollow No better than a dollar store chocolate Santa Time to honor the Savior you claim to follow
But the simple fact is grace is unearned We live our lives as if we’re undeterred Ignorant to sin & repercussions thereafter Yet hoping for the winds to remain unstirred
Truth & love are bound to our dreams The inconvenient reality of the harsh pain of day Trudging through our irksome tasks Bright light stuns us into a stuttering delay
Fall to your knees in complete repentance Submit your soul to the warmth of His sunshine Release the burden of mortal expectation Forever embrace the perfect love of the Divine
We’re doing our best
Within the grime of the trenches
Unfathomable hours away
Never enough; turn those wrenches
What about those left at home
Toiling away within lonely hours
Waiting at the foot of the bed
Their hearts slowly turing dour
But we’ll find a way
Surely an answer will come soon
Then we’ll shed these burdens
& return to make our ladies swoon
Life isn’t so perfect
We’ll all get bumps & bruises
Nightmares will find a way
But the path is the one she chooses
Victims are merely lame footnotes
She’s the heroine of her own script
Casting off their burdens/ flipping the bird
“Fuck off, society” she blatantly quipped
Burdened by the oppressive nature of the living Yet a smile can be substantially subversive Rising higher than even our expectations For when we love, we love in cursive
A study in inexact notions Differences upon the prospective scene Our unruly burdens confound us Nothing to save us when life turns mean
Yet we can never let apathy rule the day In these times, we must be all the more aware Knowing truth can be unpopular Yet compassion is the way to genuinely care
Redrawing my own figure A new shape by the point of my pen Shading away the obvious flaws Perhaps I’ll be good enough then Trying not to carry any burdens Check out my new roguish stance I’m cut from a cooler cloth now Perhaps I’ll finally have a chance