Veracity
My mind sometimes expands and leaves me behind in ways almost sickening.
Onward to the end of the skyline, my daydreams lift and drift me into the void.
Revolutions draw me unstable and take me across various lanes of thought.
Explanation and reason become remote and out of reach along with success.
Through the atmosphere I try my damnedest to remember why I am still shining.
Hope is gradually returning warmth to my freezing veins with a stumbling commotion.
And your comforting face becomes constant once again to carry me back to actuality.
Nowhere has unavoidably become every simple and solitary place that I am without you.
Losing touch and finding forgettable fortunes around every corner of this terrain,
Instantly I throw these flashy ornaments to the ground to continue in search of my home.
Fleeing all distraction and sticking with a promise made long ago to forever be genuine,
Every night my devotion drags me across gauntlets that burn and cause diverse abrasions.
Veracity II
Lingering absentmindedly in the decades of the intolerance of my own thoughts,
Obviously your presence clouds my unreasonable dwellings and insecurities.
Volatile and presumptuous I met my own immoral ground almost to the point of defeat.
Every dismal moment was erased with your gaze and the echoes of your vitalizing tone.
More time passes and dreams of reaching home slip through my fingers once again,
Unfathomable thoughts of failure and disaster fill the reality that I used to know and love,
Still I see nothing of utopia or rapture in my near or even despicably distant future.
Then your touch arrives and becomes my guide on this unique and magnificent journey.
Restoring my soul is fast becoming an option as I begin to open wide like an abyss.
Instability runs off me like water off my skin as I become clean in this kingdom’s ocean.
Starvation of my cynical side is now at hand and I will not forget my promises or worth.
Every appalling moment will guide me back toward earth with you carefully at my side.
Veracity III
Forever in awe and indebted to you and your support, the world seems surmountable again.
Returning from hypocrisy I try to find things to occupy my thoughts as I rise from anguish.
Oblivious to the transaction between faith and fear, darkness again tries to tear me downward,
More ever than before I am anxious to fight and dispute my way away from this vicious crypt.
Young as my mind was, I saw the envy of the moon and the stars as the sun fall to despair.
Only younger was I when I saw the sun destroy the moon and its squadron early at dawn.
Undoubtedly I recall the cleansing rivers turning to waste and dirt as my neck went stiff.
Regret became an awkward and disabling word with many meanings and brutal consequences.
Sorrow may yet escape me here on earth or even elsewhere as you bring me this reality.
Obviously my need for you exceeds my capacity to be rational about such basic things.
Under the inspiration of my dreams of dramatic colors in dim hues and simple locations,
Life took me out of the shadows and in to the luminosity that is your supportive embrace.
~ K. A. Lajaunie ~
