In Time

I will yet see the sun shine;

I don’t know when,

but someday soon my dreams

will be mine; it’s all just a matter of time.

a matter of time; I’ll have paid for my crimes,

then I’ll be just fine, in a matter of time.

 

I’ll never be the same person I am today

ever again, this is the end of him,

I know in the end who I truly am,

I know who are my friends – to those I’ve hurt

I make amends, I’ll never be the same person again,

no never… ever be the same person again.

 

The stark reality of a lost path,

consciousness of morality lost,

everybody counts the cost!

But this path, it too shall pass,

you will live to tell the tale

of how your future became the past

 

and here you are at long last;

you’re future has become the the past…

here you are at long last….

here you… are…

 

I will yet see the sun shine;

I don’t know when,

but someday soon my dreams

will be mine; it’s all just a matter of time.

a matter of time; I’ll have paid for my crimes,

then I’ll be just fine, in a matter of time.

 

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The View from Space

Winter is at last coming to an end.

The snow recedes,

revealing the stench of piss and shit,

that layers a cold – dead – earth.

 

For a time the world will seem unsightly.

Until the day the insects wake,

and pollinate the flowers;

the paths we walk will be muddy and bare.

 

The ruts we’ve strutted in,

more than obvious;

begging spring to bring its rains and wash,

the world a – new.

 

May the rose buds bloom,

the green grass grow tall, to leave no trace,

of piss & shit & death – upon the earths face.

Such a beautiful transformation;

only to be witnessed by the moon and void of space.

Excuse me

I want it to last longer than the nostalgia

Something real, intoxicating like the music

We played while we fucked.

Raw pure emotion – desire, devotion.

You were a swamp, and I, the ocean.

You were a busy bee,

Spreading your honey.

I miss your broken kisses, under bite,

I write often of the things of the past,

Where did my friend go?

You kissed like a koala, upside down and backwards,

I had to hear about your lies from others,

Still to you, I gave my love and devotion.

You betrayed my raw emotion.

Excuse me, my friend

Ill see you around the bend.

Triv – Aka Ron Bergquist

Feel Fall

Feel Fall

 

Shifting.

phasing into something new.

Emotions.

teaches the other what they never knew.

Stilled.

is the air of early autumns.

Replayed.

memories better forgotten.

Fall.

swirls around in swishes.

Moments.

better left as vain images.

Lodged.

in imaginings of the mind.

Leaves.

stuck in wet clumps clog gutter.

Air.

cool and refreshing for the moment.

Forebodes.

frost bitten fingers.

Once.

used to warm another’s cheek.         

 

Ron Bergquist

Sep 3rd2010