...Sunday Splinters

Splashing
through memories fallen
from the sky, swatting
at spots of sunlight - stains
of purity on the unclean,
undeserving; the song
says No one Loves,
Lives forever.

Staring
bleary-eyed from virtual worlds
at the real
he needs, fears, his fingers
too slow - mind too fast
for either, desires
freedom from bonds imposed
on self but can -
will - not
cut loose.

Christmas presents need burning, but
the breathe of relations weighs
the back down. Tripping
over saws and clippers,
firewood to cut - but
procrastination
rules the day.

Dreams
need reaching
for - fear, rejection, denial
and self-doubt
rule the mind.

Another song; ever
since the day I
was born - I
started to decay.

No one Loves,
Lives, forever -
except them.

_{(Splinters For A Friend :: 12/01/2010)}