Tag Archives: memories

Temporary Fantasy

Sometimes I can’t help but thinking of the past
I try not to but it rears its head, time and time again

It’s lovely
It’s ugly
I’m regretful
I’m thankful

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why life flies by so fast
Drifting out of sight like puddles absorbing the rain

I hesitate
I accelerate
It’s memorable
But I’m forgetful.

Sometimes my heart drifts away to scenes not meant to last
Floating on decisions from which I can never refrain.

Temporary fantasy?
Maybe a reality
Singing an age old song
Hope I don’t get it wrong

Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig

Maintain Radio Silence

Transmissions from another time
Conversations of the clandestine kind
Repercussions to bear in mind

Maintain radio silence

Actions always yield reactions
Destroying the states of satisfaction
Within the affected factions

Maintain Radio silence

For what’s ventured, nothing’s gained
Innocent bystanders feeling the pain
With trust and love turned to disdain

Maintain radio silence

Devotion must always be key
Differentiate between want and need
What is, is what was meant to be

Maintain radio silence

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Heads or Tails

A sense of loss leads one to wonder
What would it be like now?
It’s a dangerous place to venture
Because a mind will always wander
To the more beautiful possibilities
Even if it’s already beautiful now

Revel in the allure of what you are holding in your hand
Take the time to appreciate all that you have now
Realize that on the flip side of what might have been
Lies a darker possibility that your mind’s eye hasn’t seen

Heads or tails
Make your choice
The one you follow
Becomes your inner voice
It can be your savior
It can guide you well
It can drag your soul through hell

So take another sip of desire
Burying the regrets of yesterday
What was lost you should never admire
What’s been found should have the final say
Burn the rest in the fire

You read the words that ring so true
They seem so clear and simple
Such an easy thing to do
But they become an eternal struggle
An unattainable goal not meant for you
You’re only human
Yet still you try
But you’ll never stop questioning why

Sorry, yes, but you’ll not make a sound
Far easier to laugh and buy another round
Always knowing you are forever lost
Wondering if you even want to be found
Brother, where are you bound?

Heads or tails
Find your way
The trail before you
Leads to another day
It can dig your grave
It can help you to live
You will get back what you give

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Where They Truly Belong

Off in the distance, the memories sail by
On the wind from an intoxicating serum
Unbeknownst to their destiny or where they truly belong
Riding high in the sky
Sweet embers of the past
Sour questions of why

Into the future, a safe harbor of hope
In the bay for expiring dreamscapes
Keeping the innermost secrets where they truly belong
Buried deep underground
Waiting to be exposed
Hoping to not be found

Is there really a question of right or wrong
When the minstrel of the heart sings its song
Keeping its secrets where they truly belong?

Now in this moment, a connection of souls
From what was lost in blind innocence
Insurmountable passions kept where they truly belong
In a world of their own
Hidden from hence forth
Never shall they be known

Archived in regret, right where they truly belong

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Residual Tapestry

Covering up what never should have been
Hanging down ever loosely
Looking like nothing but something in the right place
Out of mind
Into peripheral memories floating in space

Shrouding what lies behind from all time
Residual tapestry
Hiding yet marking this spot for all eternity
Out of the past
Into a discriminate notion of what will be

A well-worn pattern that’s hard to discern
Faded to a dulling gray
Colors once brilliant are never to be seen again
Out of sight
Into meaningful meanderings remembering when

Copyright © 2015 Mr. Flying Pig

Silver Threads

Walking through a field of endless dreams
Distant remnants of a nearly forgotten time
When raindrops fell gently through the moonbeams
What was forever yours was forever mine
But that was so long ago
Staring off into the distance
Partially forgetting
Partially wanting to know
Why should you still care?

Silver Threads
Tying down what should be nothing
Cut it loose and set it free
Silver threads
Holding on to what once was something
What has been will never again be

Running from the fear of isolation
Closely guarding what you will never leave behind
While the morning dew glistens in the sun
What will never be yours will never be mine
It took almost no time at all
Sitting right in front of your eyes
Partially in search of
Partially knowing it all
Why do I still care?

Silver threads
Tying down what once was something
Cut it loose and let it flee
Silver threads
Letting go of what should be nothing
What once was will forever be

Copyright © 2015 Mr. Flying Pig