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You shift up, you shift down

Once were you there,

Now hither you are

Slow moving over time,

Moving fast in instances

The dread falls upon

Everyone you knew

Then your still,

And everything you threw

Is but real

But the delight,

Brings you back to light

And then again,

You shift up, you shift down

Clocks slow to a crawl time creeps it's deceit 

Some days lack ambition no spring in my seat

Pounding heart sure to cave won't endure it's fatigued

Need mighty endowment strength stability proceed

This pen hits the paper racing heart slowly calms

I believe in my words the sweat dries from my palms

Trembling hands quieten be sturdy as steel

I take a deep breath... Now to enjoy how I feel

Shane Aaron

Dec 7 2013

comfortably nestled in between two rocks 

above the stillness overlooking the small village

flattened black tar rooftops

steep cobblestone paved streets

winding around the southern tip of the mountain

a bicycle ride away

too far to touch the bitter memories

my gaze is locked into a numbing trance

time stands still

12:49 AM 7/6/2013 ©

...........

when all confidence has left you,

and you feel bereft of love,

forsaken by those who claimed they cared,

that's when i'll fit you like a glove.

i'll wait behind your neediness,

and use arrogance, he's my friend,

i'll have you projecting all of me 

onto children, women, and men.

that's when i do my finest work,

and all of me i'll bring,

when others up and leave you,

i'll infect you, and do my thing.

my presence will be cunning,

my manipulation sly,

i'll have you wrapped around me,

you won't even ask yourself why.

the more of you i can consume,

the larger we become,

to contaminate all is what i want,

'cause YOUR pain, to me, is FUN!

a fiendish scowling wimp, you see,

a psychopath, my dear,

enjoying all your suffering,

your kidnapper...i'm fear.

10:07 AM 6/22/2013 ©

fear is the king 

of a coward's delight,

fear rules illusions

that cloud all fools' sight,

fear wants compliance

adoration and praise,

fear becomes arrogance

when you challenge his gaze,

turning the tables around 

can be bliss,

when I make friends with fear

his intentions I twist,

fear uses everyone

and makes them his slaves,

fear turns the souls 

of some dead in their graves,

fear teases weaknesses 

of youth and of old,

fear changes hearts of warmth

into stone cold,

fear is the god 

that brings glory to killing,

fear is the god 

that makes the spineless willing,

motivation of many is controlled by fear,

due to principles twisted,

and virtues unclear,

many will use fear,

unwilling to see,

their fears are controlling them

clear as can be,

if ever you see one who 

worries too much,

believe it is fear that is

gaining their trust,

fear is a mirror

when we've lost our way,

that tells us "forget love, honey...

I'm your hero...please stay?"

misguided people fall into fear's rut,

they slip and fall in,

losing touch with their gut,

banish your worries

and live in the now,

To strongarm your fears,

honeybun, this is how!!

6:57 PM 6/19/2013 ©

Waiting.

That machine in front of me carries possibilities.  In a morning filled

with dread and desperation, it puts for a silent hope.  Yet who is there

on the other end that not only can but will answer?  My chosen I cannot

reach.  Even so, she is too far away to come.

I wait.

And as I wait, the turmoil and terror builds within, searching for a

breach in my defenses, ready to come broiling through at the slightest

weakness.

Searching.

Through dirty, darkened goggles I seach for a name, a number, a hope,

for there lies in another room an answer that will suffice.

I reach.

And in reaching a spill is made and the emptiness of pain splatters a

 scattering of its drops on my face, easing the tightened rein I have

enforced.  With shaking hands and contorted face I dial numbers that

are dear to me.  Will my friend be there?  Will they, too, reject my plea

for help?   As the ringing stops my hnd lowers, cutting off the light of

hope it represents.

Summer used to e a word i loved to hear
But that all changed this past year.
Now it's a word that i dread
Just the thought leaves me feeling dead.

I'm taken back to a time
Where everything seemed to shine.
But that shine soon disappeared
Leaving me with many tears.

We did many things that i regret
We did nothing i'll be able to forget
My life will never be the same
I can't believe how much things have changed

Being around him has become unbearable
Everyday i feel more terrible
For some reason he has become so mean
He's starting to torture me

All old emotions have become a waste
Since only hate has filled its place
My heart now feels empty and cold
At least my heart he does not hold.