Current mood:
grateful
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
....beginning at the ruins
when solitude has become a tomb from which the skeletons of the wind wish to be released, there you will find that man who has worn down the soles of one too many pairs of combat boots......some black, some multi-colored, each pair stained with a birthmark. I have no use of proper attire, as I am always dressed in a cloud of forgetting to be me. everytime I was allowed to go and play in the rain as a child, I managed to find ways to kiss the rain...to gain the admiration of it. told so many times that my eyes were so flattering, more so than my not so perfect speech.....it's actually quite unsophisticated. well, let me be honest in that several of the daughters born to the rain have spoke of my charm.....only to find themselves quarreling over who would fire the first bullet. I have earned a reputation for destroying the loveliest gardens.....
simply by speaking to the flowers of romantic dinners that do not require any cooking, cleaning, or ordering.....to go. King to an army of sad songs. a clown covered in assorted colors to bury the blackness deep inside this clay well. I used to blame Adam for the many pains that a man experiences when falling in....and in.....and in.
it was never adam's fault.....that is, it has always been more my fault than his. At least he had a direct audience with God, and Eve never left him. Me on the other hand.....and as I write with this inkless pen, I know that no one may ever read this. that is of no concern to me, nor is it the inspiration behind this biography of the life and times of the knight in black boots. boots with many scars.....at least the laces still work, and I've figured out how to keep them from unraveling when I walk.
....error is requisite for me, it seems. and so to those women who were born of rain, those whose paths I've crossed, the gardens that I've ruined, the many dinner parties that did not happen thanks to my inconsideration. the numerous screaming matches that I swore I didn't want to be a contestant in......for every time I forgot how great God created me to be, and you were the recipient of the worst of me.....please return your kisses before exiting the lobby.
please don't forget to turn your televisions off at night. don't forget to tell those children how precious they are to you, and how great they will be. please, if you can find just a drop of love left in those bottles of yours, forgive me for believing that I was incapable of mistakes......those mistakes that take tolls on comely faces & bruise hearts that feed the hungry. in my rugged & tattered speech, I apologize, truly.
And know that as soon as I manage to figure out the maze I will return your feelings as they were before I threw cups and food wrappers all over the backseat without cleaning up behind myself. I have a new coat of arms....to cover the one I wear underneath my eyelids. this is especially for those of you who do not believe that beauty will ever come from the mud.
....every living thing would die if God did not give us the rain. every man would die...or cease to be born if not for Women.
this is the History of Rain ( as told by the old black boots )