One Day

This muse will lay with the others in my private garden, where forget-me-nots and bleeding hearts hold the only color (too much sugar turned the roses and violets gray).

Is it best to leave it all behind?

For now, I sail on through the vast nothingness of the sea. With time I have learned to respect its currents, and through experience, how to spot the sirens before I heard them. Some creatures must be left to their own environment; few have the desire to feel the wind.

Beauty is reflected through actions. It’s not the cause, as the effect is well past the source.

I plead for calm waters and warm sand between my fingers. I dream of the shade, and for shadows to take my own away. The skulls around my wrist remind me that everything decays, yet I continue the search for my heart. When I find it, I will finally be home.

Near

With the lighthouse abandoned, I find that the sea still holds me captive.

Attempting to find another harbor,

My breath is taken by the salty pull of desire.

The watery temptress does nothing to starve me, so into the ocean I go.

Finding the right way to speak was difficult at first,

So we created our own language.

I was left to discover on my own.

There may have been a plan under the surface,

But the trio that surrounds me disappeared.

Getting lost at these depths happens all the time.

You just need to know where the pockets of air hide,

Lest you drown trying to break free.

The Brightest

Years ago I started a new path.

Random events kept it clear.

Although I was not able to travel further than a few feet at a time,

I always knew where the opening was.

Never knowing who I would run into,

The short lived journeys still left me with an eternal smile.

With the onset of time however, complications have arisen.

The once clear ground has now become overrun,
And debris blocks my way.

Feeling like this is my last chance,

I took the next train.

My destination, home.

Unbeknownst to me, there were not enough pieces left to complete the track.

My mind urgently reflects back to a place where I reset.

A time where for seventy-two hours I lived in silence.

The solitude kept bouncing back at me in the darkness.

And the light, well that's a different story.

I take soft pride with the way this came to be.

Yet to be resolved,

But I am certain it will favor a past that holds fewer patches than mine.

Conversations of the immediate future brought me here,

An abrupt distance dragged me further still.

How could I have ever thought about closure,

When that was always the furthest thing from my mind?

Always With Honesty

Always With Honesty

This maze is taking longer than anticipated to navigate.
If I remember correctly from my past accomplishments,
It will also require much patience and a level head.

The feeling of things undone is one I know all too well.
The time that never counted now does,
And with each passing year, moves quicker.

They never tell you that the magic is real.
Silence is not always a sign of abandonment.
Respect in all situations is given.

I am the same, but new.
Each passing month has added a new color to my energy.
Skill sets have improved, but modesty rains over me still.
I do not wish to vanish once again,
But without outside input, I have to believe that I must.

The trick is that there is none, this moment is all there is.
Like every storm, it will end,
And life will return to what it was.

Strange, like there is a life I have not lived.
Unrequited memories ring true with their questions.
I cannot answer them, so I let them long.
One day my mirror will reflect the right light,
And the lost paradise will finally merge with the forsaken future.

Aquarius

Aquarius

Being transported to a simpler line of sight,

Echoes throughout the faint texture in my bones.

Once again grasped by random chance and fate,

The vibe fills every corner of this skin.

That early morning mist,

Once harboring terrors most foul.

Now full of mystery,

(Blue-green electric wonder)

A soft brush of velvet.

The red smile to alert its arrival.

Grace offered up freely,

With affection overflowing.

So much to offer..

Time never intersects in the way that it must.

My own foolish choices,

Block light from the shadows where I reside.

Some things take longer,

With others never meant to be.

Repeating patterns reflect the truth,

Breaking the cycle requires an army.

The whisper of a kiss holds me still.

A statement of seclusion keeps me on my guard.

This ancient feeling stands at attention.

Pure emotion forever by my side.

drips.

Drip, drip, drip goes the ticking of the air.
"So finite and undisturbed," says the mouse to the turns.
Constant and underwhelmed.
Yet, when the clicking hits the urn,
I shoot up with every alarm,
So that time and waking merge.

Paranoid Landscape

Paranoid Landscape
By: Bryan Olson

Riding the waves of this paranoid landscape,
He deciphers the messages,
Like a surgeon with his scalpel.

From shore to shore,
Hidden in oxygen,
Carving its truth.

New Blog up tonight

I know I haven't posted in a long time, but I have a lot of ideas and one will be up later this evening. I promise.

never whispered

never whispered
By: Bryan Olson

Ghost bombs implode,
Reimagining forgotten fatal flaws in forbidden silk.

How can this way be right?

Before the death of lackluster love, symbols emerged in my blind foresight,
Warning me to move to the left to find what was right.
Headstrong I resisted, and now only count the scars in my once fractured vision.

There can be no peace with the leftover remnants that follow these steps, like ribbons in the sky.
Pick through colors left in the mirage of my confusion,
While I do nothing but expel energy in the only place I am free.

Bringing the aftermath to paradise only functions to confuse supportive thought.
All things go to the darkness that I keep by my side.
Pursuing foretold falsehoods,
(ends cut dead before my arrival)
Beautiful futures unavailable,
Due to distance of life, rather than warmth.

Apologies do not drip from these lips, for they were never whispered from yours.
Now only visible to you when you reach Saturn.
By the time you arrive, I will have become someone else.
And the idea of you, will be ever set in stone.

False guarantees from that past gorgeous shell,
Still weigh the shame on your once ringed tongue.
Nothing for me is as stagnant as the failure that became from our becoming.

For your ignorance of humanity, and the lack of grace given,
I pray for black and green to haunt the memory of this disaster.
Every Sunday for the past seven seasons,
The truth has shined clear through stained glass panes of deceit.

I now live with a warning etched behind these hues.
A caution,
To never let decay cross the threshold of my flight.

No luck bestowed.

I was always a lifetime ahead of you.
Forever foolish, to think that you knew how.
That you were capable,
Of offering up pure affection.

So Many Times

So Many Times
By: Bryan Olson

So many times we stick where we are stuck,
feeling like that cartoon quicksand has finally swallowed up our foot.
Yet through all of the intricacies of our difficulties,
self-rescue is always an option if you remain calm and unruffled.
Sometimes you need to take those lead balloons off your feet,
and just MacGyver that shit.