What Has to Be

Upon time
I am here
Do I drift into what is deemed the light
To rip up the tears
To sigh relief
They roll down my face, am I ready to express?
To be free, as I breath
Where am I?

Upon Time
Free to be, as I drift.
Get ready am I right to be this tonight
To rip, to tear, burn ever so lightly
This may be, a part of the past

Get ready, here I am
Free with glee
Even within this destiny
For hope is near and dear
Another millisecond here and gone

What am I?
To be here within thy mind
Its my fate, what the power be

Sucking up bliss, to exhale desire
The desire to go beyond what is deemed blissful
A gasp of this bring the tip
To Suffocate
its time to be
Right for me
Is this what is my fate
shall I be ready for what is needed

here they come
one by one
up down
side to side
Vision so lightly
A pattern deemed what meant to be
In this bliss that will be dismissed
To hope to be
Far from this reality
What is needed?
is this right?

time to break

my heart is open
as each emotion is felt
I drop to the floor screaming for it all to end
I hear small whispers
of memories long forgotten
reaching to the surface
scratching to get out
where am I
far from the bliss
even the abyss
my heart is shattered
all this emotions
run a current throughout me
am I stuck?
will I be alright
I scream
Beyond what is reality
I'm lost
where am I?
what's next?
can I conquer myself
as each tear
ruptures my sanity
I am me
Beyond what seems to be
I reckon what is right
is beyond the Bliss
farther than the abyss
what is next?

shall I leap
shall I feel
what is right
Beyond the fight

I stand
as a being
within reality
breaking my heart
as each memory
hurts so
why so much pain
must be endered
what will time tell
this tale to come

Memories

I touch your soothe surface
As it ruptures my heart
Seeing ever so gently to the soul
As the strings glisten so
To shine as the sun unto the smoothe surface
As each string is strung
Within my heart I hung
Soft feelings glistening thy heart
I am here
Listening
So softly
The music the tune the melody
Why must it be this way
As each tear burns so gently so
The sense of old is here
As you strum the brass
A melody
Brings whisps
Something long forgotten
A sense of scent
A strong whiff of destiny
That surrounds me
Fresh air
Hope is there
I hold you in my arms
Feeling so close to you
Perhaps we will meet again