Inertia ( Intro, Trilogy and Conclusion)

The Conception, The three part affair, along with the grand conclusion

Once Again

My eyes distract me
From what I know is true;
Confounding my feelings

Whenever I look at you
I remember your smile,
Your sweet skin and scent

Driving me wild
When our lips once met
Blissfully enamored

My heart took flight
At once, I shuddered
To succumb to time

And in your eyes too...
Here again now,
I see something,

Something lingering
But refuses to show through
And still, my eyes distract me

From what I know is true,
for love is stifling

Whenever I look at you

Prelude to inertia

When I came around,
I noticed you fallen behind your lamentation.
Straggling, you became increasingly anxious.

Perhaps it was when you looked to the sky
and saw it utterly smothered by trees,
or when you suddenly began paddling slower
as your sight skirted across the surface of the water.

You must have sensed you were not alone,
but did not perceive if the feeling arose from underneath,
or from your surroundings. Fearing the 'diles of the deep,
unwittingly, you came upon me ashore.

Still I stood, when you spoke
I feel cold, alone, and dont know where to go.
Thereupon, I construed
It must be winter. I've heard swans fly south for the winter.

Of course, I was unsure.
Still you said, I know, but... I don't know.

A faint breeze stirred
an infinity between us, and breathed softly... Just let it be

 

Inspirit ~Inert Interlude~

 

Your voice rang with overtones of love, compassion, joy, satisfaction, and brevity
in my mind, which made it all the more sweeter. Your warmth dawned on me like the sun,
and the breath of life rose in me. Stirred, it spoke, Just let it unfold. What future should
it be, couldn't it be sweeter, be better? Everything was possible with an embolden heart.
How ever brief mattered naught, only the brusque intensity, as I knew from the start
The peril of dangling between Heaven and Hell.

 

 

Inertia

Where I am now?
Lingering in the half-life between meaning and meaninglessness,
between occupation and preoccupation, between desperation and aspiration.
Clinging to things to raise my value, but in the storm of time I am always depreciating;
kind of like once the seed hits the road...

This frustrating intellect amuses me, staves the ennui, and maintains the inertia of nothing,
a floating apparition.

Once I was, when our lips met- but now, even that is threatened.
[Enter life as an apparition]
...again.

The faucet, the water runs over my hand and for a moment
that seems like an eternity, I'm still, I know
its just the inertia of nothing,
that cold, clingy, runny saturated feeling that washes
over my soul, down, down, down to the ground.

 

The Almond Branch

I guess I was there,
When the torrent broke
Fueling your pain;
Knowing how it would end,
Unfortunately,
As the winds flayed

In that instant
I stood writhing, listening,
As you spoke,
To the way you laughed alone
To an inward joke

After you led me through the dark
Down to a quiet precipice
With your unconscious charm
Silently prepared to leap
In a fit of emptiness

Outside of the fact that
I Loved you, had loved you, wanted to love you still
Outside of the fact that
You were yearning, were hurting, were drowning in the night
Outside of the fact that
I was here, and you were there, and They were nowhere in sight
Outside of the fact that
I felt every lash, every single stab of the displaced aftermath
Of your burning will

Torn by your emotions,
Lost in your thoughts
Unable to stand
Without the support
Of an almond branch

And so it wasn't pertinent to you,
On that cliff, with your heart in flames
And though you were oblivious
To me, It was very relevant.

You didn't see what it took
To withhold my feelings, then;
How I struggled to let you suffer,
The night at the Griffith

How I showed to you,
The inner workings of my soul
Those little things that were rooted so deep
As a final resort, exposed and vulnerable,
Playing the music to apologize wherever I failed to speak

And for a moment it seemed okay,
Flashing a smile to wipe the meekness away,
Coming a little closer, as you spread your arms for closure
But you twinged so awkwardly that I couldn't comprehend.

Perhaps at the thought of your bitterness, and embarrassment
To invite me alone to this place, to make your painful confession
And for me, that was not enough to create the distance
That you so desperately clinged to, because I felt you

And of course, you wouldn't accept my kindness
As I tried to work around your conditions,
What love was and how it was expressed,
So I assumed the only role that was left,
Left to me, by you

Author's Note

Since these are all pieces of the same subject matter, I consider them in my mind one whole composition, when they are readily 4 separate and in their own rights stand alone parts.