Just a shadow upon my path. Backward embracing me. I need you to light my way. Ten thousand souls to touch my hand. A thousand roads to no mans land. Missing the possibility to have you for myself. To hold you. . . But, never to mold or shape you. I’ve been through that create separation.
Black path. A shadow’s wake. A dream we stole. My mirror’s make. A path to you. Please come through.© 2012, S.D. McKinley
Misguided frustration . . .It was the same day last week.
You blame me for absorbing all that I see.
It’s The worst curse, and this curse is blessing me.
It’s What you told yourself out loud when you were proud.
The failed attempt at something more.
Untangling the things that I see in the bay window.
Don’t tell a soul what you stole, even though it was part of my soul.
They are on repeat, down deep in the street and all we can do is will something more for our combined ambient energies.
The variable, double you is time in Why do we see all that is made up around several dimensions of where we came unglued?
All that matters is that we put it back together and tether on something new to keep our crypt from repeating what happened four equinoxes ago.
When it almost landed us living in boxes. They trotted on top of us.
Now, even the score. I’m reaching for more, and all you have to do is be in this room.
Soon, it will amount to exponential momentum through time and space.
We will win this race.© 2012, 2020, S.D. McKinley
She’s under my skin, Deep’n the drought.© 2012,2020 S.D. McKinley
Monsters I sought, Creators I bought.
Even flow, the Blood’s greener in me.
Skin greyer than she.
Yes, I’m shedding again for the fourth time, I realize.
Even though looking grey, she came to me on the twenty-eighth day.
We prayed again.
Wept and bellowed, we sought. Not to taught
But together, green and grey, we made up the whole day.
A perfect pitch of lime, together always.
( Knock the dust off my heart ) ( Break me apart )
And start to kill me again. ( I’m hiding when you come by. )
It was never like this before we kissed.
You never came, you never came. ( You didn’t let me finish what I started. )
If I could just close my eyes, just for a second, I could be in a whole ‘nother place.
Departed.© 2012, S.D. McKinley