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by

Keith Wyland

When forced with Unimaginable boundaries,
I dread existence.
Caught within dark reality.
A crushed world,
deflating universe
collapses above me.

See Me, Free Me, Cold, Me

by

Keith Wyland

Read the left side all the way down first... then the right side down and then both together..enjoy!

I never want
------------------You never see
For you to know
------------------The need in me
The words I spoke
------------------To be so free
The things I felt
------------------To be, just be

You took from me
------------------The life I hold
So violently
------------------So easy sold
The space inside
------------------It stays so cold
My sole being
------------------Sustains its fold

Miss You"

by

Keith Wyland

Things would be so different if I’d never said
So stupidly that maybe we should be friends
And all the tissues
From all the issues
means no more "miss you"s
And no more kiss yous.
It all fades and turns to black
There’s a hole inside for the one I lack

And that hole will never easily fill
The only easy thing for it is to kill
Problems we face
Are hard to chase
Each a different case
Each another race
‘n we cant tackle them together
The tie between us has been severed

And that tie will never easily mend
And the friction between us never bends
The rays of hate
To save our fate
Our falling rate
Keeps its quickening state
It seems there’s nothing I can do
To kill the pain I put you through_

I Was Totally Oblivious

by

Keith Wyland

If I had a chance to run
I'd throw you off my back and
book it

But there's never a break
in the woods, there's only
one trail

You look like you're having fun
You're a monster, by god, but
you dont look it

Somehow beauty flashes
Subliminally at my eyes,
and they fail

Fail to see the beast-like paws
under such soft skin,
ahh so soft!

Fail to see the terrifying sickness
behind such pretty eyes,
ahh so bright!

Until one day I see you naked,
you shed your skin "NO,
DONT KEEP IT OFF"

Unitl one day I see you naked,
you take off your mask,
unbearable sight

Then it's to late
I know too much
I've seen too much
You decide my fate

You tear me apart
You leave me here
You hang me here
Without my heart

For no one to see
No thoughts of love
No feelings of love
Draped over this tree. . .

Water of Reality

by

Keith Wyland

‘Tis your flame that I will steal
And nothing ever will reveal
All the things that I have done
To stop the smoldering of your sun

So the hope you had before
Will float about you nevermore
Darkness will consume your being
Thereon you’ll be never-seeing

Never seeing me, alas
Never seeing of the past
Never knowing where you are
Wondering if you’re near or far

Knowledge of your whole existence
Will be cast into the distance
All will ever leave behind
And none will ever try to find

Comfort of the heat will cease
Cold and darkness will increase
Walls will close in faster, faster
Visions of nothing but disaster

There’s nothing you can do to fight
The flame in hand, I hold your light.

Dream the Dreamer's Dreaming

by

Keith Wyland

As it is with us at night,
There are thoughts and visions streaming.
Is it possible our reality
May be just another’s dreaming?

For us and our existence
To them is not, but fake,
And the times when we are sleeping
Are the moments they’re awake

Some of you may think as I
With a different explanation:
"But a dream should be great and happy,
pulled out of imagination."

But is it possible that the dreamer
Also sees it as unfair,
And the dream the dreamer’s dreaming
Is a continuing nightmare?

But the dreamer thinks nothing of it,
And puts suspicions all away
Of anything becoming of it,
And lives himself another day.

And so, on the dreamer dreams,
All thoughts deep within his mind.
Without a hint of realization,
In his thoughts, reality finds_

Break-Up

by

Keith Wyland

Why am I so angry?
Why do I feel so empty?
No other thought but "Why did I?" runs through my head
And I can't understand
How I can ask myself that
When it's mostly what I wanted...

But it didnt turn out the way I wanted it,
You hurt, left cold, and empty
But what other way did I think it would happen
Did I actually think that I could change
The laws of love?? And pull it off without a scratch?
On either of our parts...?
I did...
I changed it in my head...
All the while forgetting
That I'm not really living in my own world
I'm not really free to change reality...
...and so I tore it all down....
...without realization....
...until the very end....

But what if I really dont want what I want anymore??
HUH??? WHAT THEN??
"It's too late..." the all-too-wise voice in my head says
"It's too damn late you fool..."

So here I am
At your doorstep..
Go close all the blinds...
Go shut all the shades...
Take me in
Shut the door
Throw me down in the basement
Tell me how much it hurts
Then show me how much it hurts
Devour me
Rip me apart
Limb from limb
Crush me
Then grind me up
So no one can ever be treated like such again...
And if not all that...
Then at least just hurt me
For i never meant for this
To hurt you so....

Untitled

by

Keith Wyland

A ray from the moon shines crystal clear
Through her window
She lifts her head to see
She is taken by its spell and is drawn
Closer to its flow
As she becomes what she is meant to be

Everything around her bursts in
A million pieces
She doesn’t seem to care
Her heart and mind are filled with
Infinite peace
Gentle breeze lifts her hair

Dark blue outlines her body
And her eyes
As she forms faerie wings
She sees it is in the moon
Her heart lies
From her soul a silent song rings

She slips through the darkness
And through the stars
With a strong desire
To guard Luna’s heart from
Enemies afar
In her beautiful attire.

No More

by

Keith Wyland

Waking up to find myself
In the exact center of a church pew
Second to last on the left side
Knowing there’s nothing I can do
To make myself fall deeply back
Back into that incredible sleep
Back to my still bed where not a sheet
Is rustled

Dimmed lights perfectly set off
The variety of sights within.
This has happened before.
But not been quite so brilliant;
Never in this extravagance.
Just as quickly noticed,
This changed.

From the sharp corner of my eye
Came a slight infringement upon
The light.
The dimmed lights remained.
But still all else that existed
Lost any sign of life and extraordinaire.
But they were still visible.

The shadow that had crept behind me
Flew over, around, and through everything
Leaving nothing untouched but me.

What is it doing here, inside
Never has there been
Anything else
Anyone else
With me
In me

How can it be that
Someone
Something
Has penetrated my
Thought
Of what importance has it to me?
Nothing!
And I can’t even think it
Away.
It stays much longer
Than its company is enjoyed.
For it was never invited
Enraged!
I’m Furious. This was my last
Place of life.
My last serenity.
And now
It’s been broken.
I can’t be free
To think with myself
While another is hovering over.
As if to be listening and
Criticizing everything I
Think and feel.

Everything now is NOTHING
EVERYTHING now is Nothing
Everything NOW is Nothing
_Everything IS No More_

In a World Full of Green

by

Keith Wyland

In a world full of green
Everything, Everyone_green
I’m not everyone so why am I green?

All of them
So much taller, so much stronger
Arms reaching out, touching each other
While I stand here, alone, in the center

Ready to throw it all away
"Spare me the water, the others need it more_
The stronger ones, taller ones_"
No home to any smaller life form
I AM the smaller life form

Wait_ at the end of one arm_
A beautiful blood red spot of radiance!
A cluster at the end of another!
Chosen first to be given a difference!
Given a difference in this world full of green!
All their green faces, drooping shoulders, sunken hopes,
HAHA!

Burning with beauty, feeling alive again!
Must have water now, must keep this energy fueled!
But my arms_
Still too short for friendly whispers
Still too short to find it_

A drop of my blood falls off_ no worry_plenty more
_.then another
_and some more
My eyes are cleared
Now I see, finally, and realize
That I’ve just slipped and fallen into the pit
of an all-too-early death

Will It Ever Die Down?

by

Keith Wyland

When will these feelings be gone
I don’t know how long I can take this bit
Is there a way we can move on
Cause, I’ll tell you, right now, im so sick of it

You say you still need closure
And I tell you all the time
We both know it’s over
But when will it be fine?

The fighting
And crying
And half truths
And lying
The constant
Reminding
There’s no use
In trying
Anymore