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Tales from Bittersyde
The pain begins

The pain begins

A Life Invested

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A life invested, no return

A balance sheet I'd rather burn

Chasing dreams and memories

Has left my heart now ill at ease

That certain feeling, now long dead

The swirling thoughts, they fill my head

Simple wants a classic need

My soul is hungry, let it feed

I want to feel, can someone find

Within my heart, a soul that's kind

Walk with me, the road is dark

Life's not been a day in the park

Somewhere out there, I am sure

Is love to find, that will endure

Midnight Sailing

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Once upon a midnight dreary

Alone, adrift, on Lake Erie

Sails all set and boat hove to

My mind did ponder what to do

No course before me, not right now

No way to go, but yet somehow

No chart, no compass, no way set

My heart felt drawn to something, yet

A voyage back to what I knew

Would leave me sad and feeling blue

There’s somewhere out there, I just know

The sun does shine and fair winds blow

A life well lived and yet right now

Something is missing anyhow

The sun will rise, I’ll sail on

To seek the soul to which I’m drawn

Softly Raining

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Softly shrouded in mist and rain

Waiting to see the Sun again

The world is sleeping deeply

But my mind is racing freely

All that was, and is still to be

Was it meant to mystify me

Is there a road leading me on

Waiting to see the golden dawn

Darkness clings to my soul and yet

I do not mind the cold and wet

For in my heart a yearning burns

A feeling that all my concerns

Will be answered and I will see

What has passed on and what will be

What it all meant and why it was

Something more than just a “Because”

The Darkness

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The man reached into the darkness one night

Slowly, carefully, now something may bite

He thought he had heard a sound deep within

Penetrating barely the raucous din

Perhaps it’s the wind, perhaps it is not

It might be a dream, it might be a thought

He thought it might be a seeker like him

He wanted to see, but it was quite dim

He thought he felt something brush past his arm

He wanted to grasp, hold something that’s firm

A “Will-o-the –wisp”, is that what I’ve found

Or is it just someone playing around

I seek and I hunt, I’m hoping to find

A heart and a soul, a kindred like mind

But sometimes the darkness plays tricks on me

The true state of things is not what I see

The relationship has starved to death

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The relationship has starved to death

It’s finally breathed its very last breath

Year after year of waiting and hoping

Trying to find a new way of coping

Looking for promise and wanting to see

A glimmer of hope appear to me

We touched up the makeup on the deceased

The cold stiff body, its soul now released

The body was once a warm living thing

A vessel from which all hope did spring

Beaten and battered by lie after lie

Starved and neglected left out to die

It should have grown strong

And lasted so long

But cruel fate and uncaring hearts

Shredded and broke it to many small parts

The dead will be mourned and soon forgotten

The killers walk not knowing how wanton

Their hearts really are or what else has died

Dead is their love and dead they are inside

Wasteland

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Wandering through an emotional wasteland

Occasional oases of caring

Countless mirages of love

I’ve read about it, heard about it

Talked about it, thought about it

Dreamed about it, cried about it

I think I know what it’s ‘sposed to mean

But when I figure it out the rules change

I’ve tried a few times, but it didn’t work

I did what was right when no one else did

But it didn’t get me anything but hurt

Why do people lie

Why do people cheat

Why do people hurt

Why do people crush one another

I’m not giving up yet

I’m not sure why

I can’t let go of the hope

That love will never die

Who Do I See?

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Who Do I See?

Who do I see to get back my life?

I’m tired of fighting, tired of strife

Most of my life is now down the drain

Moments of pleasure, Years full of Pain

We started so fresh, young people do

Us versus World, bet on us two

An adventure a day, always a lark

I just couldn’t see the onrushing dark

Working and striving

Scrimping and saving

Building the dreams, all for the plan

Secure in the knowledge I was your man

But the times did change and so did our hearts

We soon were just actors playing our parts

Our hearts had grown cold but pride drove us on

I soon couldn’t stand what once was our song

I once was your knight upon a white horse

But time and heartache had soon run its course

From rich man to pauper, King to a joker

It really seemed I meant nothing to her

We go through the motions, a well-rehearsed play

But deep down inside I long for a new day

No heartache or pain, no crying or shame

A feeling of peace and of winning the game

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This is not the end. There is never an end. Life goes on and on and continues whether we like it or not. We are but tiny little gears in a great big machine. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, and sometimes we choose to not play the game. We hope for the best but in our hearts we hear the worst breathing down our necks. Cynicism and bitterness are the condiments of our lives. But, in our hearts there is a spark of hope. We dream of warmth and light and love and happiness. We are beaten down, but rise again. Our dreams are the wind in our sails.

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