Jeffrey A. Swim

These are words of life. These are words of soul. These are words of self. In the spirit world we find conflict in truths we have been told. We find conflict in internal elements we attempt to hold. We reach for the pure. We reach for the peace. We reach for things beyond our grasp we hope to unfold.

This is a story of sadness. A story of pain in a beautiful form. The story of a world in which we are born. We birth ourselves to knowledge without understanding. We birth ourselves to love with the promise of serenity. Only what comes before us we don’t always want to see.
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There is a wave passing over me.
Bands of reality contorting my form.

The heat of hate.
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A pain such as death can not compare
to the empty, the nothing, that strips my sole bare.

Sorrow, sadness, self hate deep inside.
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A veil of love. A beautiful dove.
The lovely rose so soft in texture
Ahh... such sweet nectar.
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In ones search for their place in life we find
its not always what we had in mind.

One places their dreams with candy coating
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My sisters day of bonding
to set firm tomorrows seek.
Direction fork no longer
path in life to keep.
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I missed you and didn't even know it.
You've lived deep inside me for so long.
Hidden even to me.
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Moving through. Multilevel astro mind exploration.
Into the vortex of multifacet mental black hole of non-comprehension.

Traveling to the ports of nowhere. Stopping only to ignore.
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With life we wander at times it seems.
Gathering cards and photos and memories of dreams.
In order they’re put, and tucked away in a box of things.
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There is a lot to all of life. Valid or not by any standard, is irrelevant.
Spirit and universe will pass on any conduit availed to it.

Thus providing validity to even the most unlikely element.
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The child cries, trembling in fear.
Listening intently, but cannot hear.
Blinded, if only he could see.
Mute and deaf? No, just a need to be free.
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Love is lost. Such tremendous cost… to the flower as it’s blooming.
Dew on the soft leaves that glisten…
Now I listen, to the wind passing clouds, dark and looming.
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There is a place I’ve been hiding.
Beneath the sheets of fear and unknown.

I’ve imagined the monsters beneath my bed.
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A boy has grown, no more time to spend.
Those days are gone and at an end.

The fearful eyes and shattered heart,
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