A Bridge Across To Nowhere

[Guest guest]

Just a little offering from the 'dark side' of me moon!!! Please, don't

take it personal..it has nothing to do with folks around here...

" A Bridge Across to Nowhere...Sophie's Choice "

(written very fast, by Armstrong)

I'm tired.....

Tired of living alone in limitless spaces

without you.

Drowning in the oceans of your contempt.

I was only waiting...for a man like you,

to find me....in the putrid darkness

that i was placed at birth....

I'm tired.....

tired of crossing deserts of sands

at the insistence of Kings, long dead.

And the treacherous waters of your

soul-less state, guided only by

the light of your distaste for my very being...

Arriving breathless and hopeful...

only to hear your roaring laughter

at my many failed attempts.....

I'm sick of filling in your gaps

with the gnosis of my heart

And trying to bridge your great divide

with a living music...

that only deaf ears can dance to, and...

only wounded hearts can hear.

Trying to make Art, out of a love

that wants for nothing, but to be seen

Desireth for nothing, but to be touched.

I'm tired-

Tired of filling you up.

I am but a " Temporary Vessel "

for all your dreams...

and when finding them unfulfilled..

You Flee, at the insistence

of your own Kings,,

Gods and Demons that they are..

YOU COWARD, YOU!!

Your roses blooming...

like ANGER, in my garden.

Your moon, a sliver of poison,

thrust into my heart....

How dare you meet 'YOUR' demons...

In the sacredness of 'MY GARDEN'...

and then blame them on a serpent,

which you'd never known, but by me!

You are but a foolish clown

and I remain, but a wicked soul,

to have told you the truth...

Little will you do with it

for little have you DONE.

I'm tired...

Tired of knowing before hand.

Tired of remaining Unknown,

Undone....

and Unredeemed...and

as Unwritten upon, as the day

I was born....

You assaulted me with your visions.

Goodnight Galahad.

Yours was a valiant cause

to those deaf mutes!!

and never doubt,

that others heard......

the weeping in the willows.

I'll be moving on now

to bountiful gardens...

A fool's paradise...

....For I'm Tired....

and must try to write

my own demise.....

I'm Tired....

of you...thinking you hold the key!!