Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Downstream Reflection

I followed you
Your emotions now old
Still apply to me and the water 
In the river cold
Heart still push the blood flow
Eyes still glow in the sun
Maybe most of the time...
The garden in winter tries to
Remind me of you...
And the important things...
Not everyone knows 
And it just makes me sadder
And it just makes you calm
Not being around...
Not being who I'm supposed to...
Not knowing who you are. 

Blessing

The children are out
The bells are hung
The door closes behind... 
As the lady in the Church
Appears to me from beyond the window

I know who you are
As though I've known you all along
I know you more
Than other people do,

The birds fly in a pattern
Like death ascending
Try not to cry...
Try not to miss this mornings

Snowfall. 

Again in the crowd
I am left alone in this world
Alone to the altar 
To decipher myself 

Counting blessings... 

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Abstract Realism

Maybe hours pass, maybe days
Weeks, months...years 
Before I come to terms with death.
In slow motion
Progress always won
The creator quick to dismiss his efforts...

Harmony collides with doubt 
And many awful things
Would you shelter from within me?
Silence this chaos, ease the pain

Would you open your eyes to
Identifying love when you see me here?

A feather on the skin
Five fingers to the tip...
A brush hits the paint
Words form in there shape..
.
Yet God is abstract?

I file away almost everything
A ghost cries softly in the wind
No one cared about, 
No one bought his art... 
No one gave a shit... 

Yet God is realism? 

Maybe hours pass, maybe days
Weeks, months...years 
Before I come to terms with death.

Would you shelter from within me?


Monday, December 10, 2012

Down the in Darkness


Levitate inwards. Recite the psalms 
Incantations of spirits, rise 
Dissolving into the night forever 
Distant bells ring aloud 
Moonshine creeps down past the church spires. 
Their shadow flickers and waves 
A wind shakes the trees 
They look like skeletons lurching upon the skies canvas. 
Shifting clouds obstruct the moonlight 
Contrasting sepia candle from down the in darkness. 
Reaching out closer and closer 
Engulfing all into white shrouded realms 

Cold silence outward 
Reaches the steps of where we want to climb, 
Nothing is distinguished 
Except the patterns in our hearts all broken up 
And observed wrong, 
Viewers search for bodies of light or figures 
Drawing in ‘the out of frame’ 

Viewers search for colliding waves on this ocean of sound 

Someone heard nothing…. 

Viewers search for logical ways in a world where nothing’s pure 

No soul is sacred… 

Propose to the wind 
Enthroned it beckons 
Recite the psalms. Levitate inwards 

Trevor James & Alec Wildey 
December 10, 2012

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Opposite Planes

Follow the steps growing narrow 
Towards the light 
My gift, the sun escapes 
Through the trees 
Fails my belief 
Like the wings of tomorrow 
The leaves of yesteryear 

All points narrow 
The exit grows smaller and smaller 
Until all light is extinguished. 
Ashes and dust settle into faded 
Monuments 

The reasons now, more unclear 
The fear and friendly voices, 
Songs of happiness and depression 
Mold together 
How far the gap between 
Life and death do I have to be 

To reach the bottom? 

To stand still while the lights flicker 
Upon the wheel always swirling around. 
In this threshold forsaken between 
Opposite planes 
Low down in the river waters 
Streamed past the dark forest 
Into the sewer, drops rotating 

How can I conspire 
Against the saddest fact? 
You have to find peace somehow 
Have to find dependence, 

To carry the weight 
A little more at a time 
To support the balance. 
To have more strength in the end 

The burden is a sacrifice 
FOR US ALL 
What matters is we die.... 

Come back in the flower scent 
LIKE ROTATING DROPS

My gift, the sun escapes 
Through the trees 
Fails my belief 
Like the wings of tomorrow 
The leaves of yesteryear 

Alec Wildey & Trevor James 
December 1, 2012 

Thursday, November 29, 2012

μόνο


Strange mystery you derive 
Straight from my heart under my skin
Have seen the passion there again
Sense the pain is only here for this one
Life...
Never avert your eyes..

We're here, not always
Born to not be reborn 
To be here but not anymore...
And the ghost is only 
Part of this world...

TO LEAVE 
THE MORNING AFTER

TO LEAVE



THE REST BEHIND

((CLOSING THE DOOR))

Try to get back...
Try to give and not get back...
So unhealthy.... 
Answers to your soul if only 
You knew what the problem was...

If only.

Try to get back...
Try to give and not get back...

Straight from my heart under my skin
Have seen the passion there again

The love is endless...

And so the pain lives

ONLY. 

Monday, November 26, 2012

γράφειν (prt. III) Absent Presence

The pain continues 
The pulse of his words
To write, to create 
And to suffer... 

The stone on the wall
Of the third cross...
The modern notion
Of spiritual but not religious 

The modern motion; 

I do not know what God is,
But I know all too well what it is to be
Haunted by this... 
Loneliness 
By this Insignificance; 

I desire, not knowing what for
I love but I know not who...
I cry but I know not why.
I am passionate for God knows what...
I am praying for a prayer. 

The pain continues 

The Vision of the holy one
Is blurred
This one Saints Vision 

Standing next to you
In comparison
We are joined by the fire
In compassion 

I alone

Still seeking refuge... 

The pain uncovers
(The art)
The references iconic... 

Sunday, November 25, 2012

γράφειν (prt. II) Paradox

REVIEW THE UNDERLINE.

These scares makes lasting impressions
Tracks leading back home...
To see you staring in...
Wonder if you see me;
If you feel... 

This wonder. 

Hasn't left the earth.

The one prayer i have inside

It's not enough to believe 
It's not enough for anyone

Slow motion intake...

When I close my eyes 
My heart is racing... 
This world and every light
The reign of darkness

I have no kingdom here.

I have no place

I only know what you allow me to know... 
And it's all so confusing. 

It's not enough to believe 
It's not enough for anyone...

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

γράφειν (prt. I) Blind Faith

The vision of the holy one
Is blurred...
This one saint's vision
Standing at the altars
The candlelight burns
But does not emit any shadow...

Which side do you trust?
Which hand of the heart
Bleeds through significant arrows?
Your smile still strong
Although, the tears stream down...

The pain uncovers
(The art)
The iconic references...

Standing next to you
In comparison
We are joined by the fire
In compassion

I alone

Still seeking refuge...

Beyond the haunt

The urge for new life exists as romance is

The break in the night.

This one saint's vision

Vitality.

One spotlight came down on me...
The stage was empty 
I was humble and could read almost anything
((Outspoken 
Introverted))
She responds to the soul

My own vitality. 

The drugs were cold
My blood was warm
And every heartbeat could rule their conscience 

The drugs were cold
My blood was warm
And each poem could build an audience  

What clings to me
Don't belong 
Takes my strength away... 

My ambitions

I don't miss it... 
I just need it. 

The spotlight on stage, on the floor.

The sweet release of red was rose
And graceful mouring... 
When I was young I could almost hear them
The faint sound of violins and the choir  
Each little star there's a moral to live by... 
Each horrific thought the pain was ours

I don't miss it... 
I just need it. 

The spotlight on stage, on the door.

Goodbye died friends. 
Hello. 

I was humble. 

Monday, November 19, 2012

Mind's Eye

We could be so good
Disconnected. 
Searching for the lighter part of the sky that ends in darkness
Like the rope circles the fire
The tears breaks away into our skin
Dissolves all the scarring...

One path I found I knew wasn't right.
I walk down every day
And feel the same pain exists no matter what...
No matter who is on the other side,
It isn't safe. 

No harm in trying... 

Sometimes we just don't listen...
Collapsed my voice into this morning
There isn't anyone...
Willing to make the sacrifice 
It isn't patience you lack 
It's understanding... 

The void splits right through you 
This meaningless face again 
Repeats the apprehensive  
One foot out the door
And the other in the grave beside her
The angels pray no more

No sun only rain... 
Riding the wings of adrenaline 

Red is mind's eye...

Words start to form 
As love could happen to some
Lunatic Soul...
As love could concur...
This rem sleep isn't eternal;
You have to help me wake in the night
As I see no less for life 
What's good and what's evil... 

Red is mind's eye;

We could be so good
Disconnected. 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Beacons of Light

There has to be a way out...
And you fear there is none

For your mind to be so stubborn...
And your heart to be less calm

I sense the closeness, from a distance
I sense the compassion, you are.

There is no window to this pale light...
And we all need the light,
To see you shinning at your brightest,
To feel no weak in the end.

You know I have more faith than that...
What you know, I can only imagine
And I need more than the assumption
To pour my heart like this...

To feel the warmth the way that it is... 
To see the light the way you see...

And the darkness. 

There has to be a way out...
And you fear there is none

For your mind to be so stubborn...
And your heart to be less calm

I sense the closeness, from a distance
I sense the compassion, you are.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Couloir Vide

I see more beauty with my eyes wide shut
Close the door to the rectory 
Make sure the incense drifts out... 
Calmly in your place of worship 
Your peace...
One frame of mind to the next
State of grace
Discarded love and everything associated.  

The corridor is empty, no piano echos 
For your smoke to inhale with sound...
If only we could turn back the clock
To when we we're children 
And see what the difference is now... 

What truly matters... 

There is hope but envy just as strong as there is anger. 
And you alone will not rest until 
It kills me...
Piece by piece... 
Body and soul, reflection
In the flesh
Nothing faithful from you...

No one is worth this.
Kind of pain 

But you alone. 

I see more beauty with my eyes wide shut

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Wayward

I force myself towards the sun
In the light of it's rays I can think more clearly 
Clearly from you...
These past few days I've finished my work,
Slowly start to unwind 
In this house where old feelings are known
Kept inside us 
Like unwritten books or novels 
You fantasize...

In this house where old feelings are known
Trapped inside
Like the pale shine of your embrace 
From marble stone 
The eyes of Sunday...

Giver of light.... 

I force myself towards the sun...
Beating hearts, from your hand lay mine...
And my pulse on the other side... 
Somewhere in this patient wind 
The warmth solely exists 
When there's no proof of it... 

There's no proof. 

You shred a lot on a prayer 
And often the words make no sense 
But you feel better once you've said what you've say
And gone.

And there's no harm in it... 

There's no harm. 

Just to alleviate, that is all. 

You fantasize.

Alec Wildey - November 8, 2012
Written from a riff by Domenic Piscitelli 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Gallows. Part III.


Worship had long since passed, 
Lost all meaning in the half-light 
Starring at a break in his neck 
Soulless and sound
Screaming, 
The balance again 
Hangs in the force of the storm 

And what you had justified... 

Harmony, sacrifice... 

To inherit his wealth... 
To inherit. 

Seems the voice of greed takes the soul, 
One monument over the scaffold and gone. 

To strong the urge inside you 
The pulse with numbered motives... 

One to see this whole thing through... 
Until it's over 

It's over... 

What is left now? 

Love has long since passed; 
Lost all meaning in the half-light 
Starring at a rose in the obituary 

Candlelight rushes through golden, empty 
Hands 
Where a feather once rested 
Drenched in blood 

Wrote the last verse... 

Near the gallows... 
Of the same distant heartbeat 
Everything would change 

Though in my eyes 
I would still feel as small 
As the world had proven, 

As I had seen the innocent drop 

Sometime in mid October...

Gallows. Part II.



... 

Candlelight rushes through golden, empty
Hands 
Where a feather once rested
Drenched in blood
Wrote the last verse...

Solitary confined 
And committed to ones words
To one's unhappiness's... 
The burden never knows... 

Never gets the clue... 

Though, I wonder.... 

'So wept the gallows 
So in deep, the emotion 
Collapse
 Into the heart... 
Like passionless eyes... 
So in deep, the emotion... 

Wept.

Solely weak to end the life...

(To end the artist...) 

Solely weak... 

Monday, November 5, 2012

Gallows. Part I.

Sometime in mid October
Near the gallows of a ghostly spirit
I lost my grip in search of a past
You had put to rest...

I thought I had refined, old love...
So in denial...
That you had come back
Into my life, for the very reason
I had lost everything else... 

Sometime in mid October...

Near the gallows...
Of the same distant heartbeat 
Everything would change 

Though in my eyes 
I would still feel as small
As the world had proven,

As I had seen the innocent drop

Sometime in mid October...


Friday, November 2, 2012

Vibes

Bring your little wooden box to the garden
Plant your seeds of life... 
In light;
Among the flowers...
Continue this in the shade,
And when it rains... the earth will grow...

Peace in you...
Peace in me 

Forevermore. 

You're the best friend I have...

Do you still
Remember the smell 
Of the old church... 
Like Halloween has it's own
Fragrance;
I do believe a life can change 
More sudden 
Than a heartbeat...

More rapid than the illness spreads... 

The one that's in your mind and not your body

These fears have been strong enough when you have not....

Do you still 
Remember? 

You mustn't forget... 

That peace in you
Is peace in me. 

The world works in mysterious ways
But vibes are everything. 

And I do believe a life can change. 

Bring your little wooden box to the garden
Plant your seeds of life... 
In light;
Among the flowers...

Continue this in the shade,
And when it rains... the earth will grow...

It's beauty's, our friendships... 

And pull 
Our heartstrings 

Forevermore.

Bring your little wooden box to the garden.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Solitary Note

There was a long lapse in time 
Between the two...
And the voice of reason was strong 
When the will was empowered 
Something greatly effecting the soul
The heavenly father...

Your in good hands... 
No longer fear to triumph over
Love that was made
Love that was real and turned to hatred, regardless.

Masks not only cover all of your face now,
But you've lost your voice...
Your eyes when you look at me...
Now there's only a shadow and it doesn't 
Portray the same... 

Read the solitary note...

See the signs painted there before you...
There's nothing cryptic 
At least not anymore... 

Thought I could manage this...
All alone,
But I didn't realize how deep the roots
Had grown...

Sunken tree limbs 
Below the nightingale... 

Keep repressing, depressant 
And would eventually give in
To what panic ensues  
no matter what the consequence 
And would eventually cave in 
And lose the struggle on my own... 

Something about human behavior and indifference.

Kill me closer. 

The muss is left to idle in their own cruel heart 
The muss is left to love someone other.
When it's not the one they desire... 

Kill me closer, 

Wish this brightness would not be artificial 
The love between two, to be alive 
And not universal...

Read the solitary note...

See the signs painted there before you...
There's nothing cryptic 
At least not anymore... 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Esthetics


Mind left to the altar, a cryptic thought. 

The storm line is brief 
How could I let you forget me...
It seems the worst is over
It seems there is no care in the world 
Left for my sake... 

For what I have discovered
May go untold in the end... 

Never heard from... 

Let this be an open letter 
For absent friends... 

Seems the wind is still strong
Left to weakness in the red clouds 
Something defining autumn 
That attracts me...  
Pulls me closer 
How could I be torn apart this way? 

So fragile... 
So delicate 
Leads me back to your eyes once again...

I seem to write better in this empty room
Mind left to heart beats 
And lies of her emotions consume...
Does terrified happiness exist...?

Some jealousy entwined
I wonder what the last epitaph read...   
So broken 
So long to sorrow 
On your every word...

To share your love to someone other than me?

It seems there is no care in the world 
Left for my sake... 

For what i have discovered
May go untold in the end... 

Never heard from... 

Let this be an open letter 
For absent friends... 

Monday, October 29, 2012

Paint by Windows


Paint by Windows
In suit, In form
The pattern
Close 
Like silhouettes of stain glass 
And ashes of bodies once 
The keeper of Souls 

In suit, In form

Standing next to the old tree 
Become the shadow 
I
Never thought I would 
See you in this Life...

Or lives after.

When the fruit
So hollow
Becomes the earth
In my eyes...
There's some sort of magic...

I can't match the essence of

Yes and no...

We're always followed by death
This is true...
But one thing I've learned among the ciaos
Among this uncertainty dwelling 

Is the unknown... 

Hope we cling too
Blindly... 

The hope that seems so possible 
When the fear is not... 

When the fruit
So hollow
Becomes the earth
In my eyes...
There's some sort of magic...

I can't match the essence of 

Yes and no...

In suit, In form
The pattern
Close 

Paint by Windows.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Mosaic Renown



Significance under the sun 
Blackrays of red and orange 
Procession of hope 
Mortality lost for this dying rose 
This one perished note 
Written in the same silenced vein 

Silence rises and grows on this gentle light 
Mute memories of human intents 
Awakening life echoes with infinite ripples 
Ceasing oblivion a banished wrote… 
Seeps into my mind this dim flower-scent 
Dead flowers shatter mindless frown 

I have grown with age…. 
See the morning rise as the prayer 
Is something only you can hear 
And speak-

Within you 

The final gold in the autumn storm 
The rain bewilders the sunlight 
And I am old enough now… 

Though I imagine this nostalgia of past 
Communed by me unceasing 
River fireworks and us together 
The waves of flushing snapshots-blow 
Past this opaque window of noise 
Obscurity rendered my passion 
This wilting petal prolongs my internal 
Banishment – I walk solerly solo in… 

Crying arms welcoming 
The pure and honest meaning of life 
The reasons almost mosaic 
I try so hard but fail to understand 
The artists divine… 
Though I feel inspired, I feel renown 
So strangely complete 
As everything and everyone 
Is the way that it is… 

This one perished note 
Written in the same silenced vain. 

Alec Wildey & Trevor James
Oct 21, 2012 @ Mount Pleasant Cemetery  

Equals.



It's not the way it seems to be...
It feels, it lies...
Always out of silence 
Out of mind...

Body, soul 
Reflection. 

Truth is, is there's no other way to concur
Your love, your hate...
It all equals the same...
Your loss, your revenge 
In a character I can't portray 
But have never lost interest. 

Buried so deep into sound
Walk on the riverside... roam the garden
I...
Hear your voice whisper like it once was 
Angels flying 
Near my window... 

Smoke blowing back in
As I inhale the storm...
It creates a great mask for me...
A great impression of you
As well

Always hiding. 

It's not the way it seems to be...
It feels, it lies...
Always out of silence 
Out of body, mind...
Soul... spirit 

What has your reflection ever given me other than panic? 

Truth is, is there's no other way to concur
Your love, your hate...
There all equals...

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Crimson Allegory

Maude ©
Motto: I have slept onto an ageless season where rust wishes 
May crawl for Truth/ Be still ...

Wrapped into autumn leaves
Grey thoughts are turned to mists of gold
Over cooper wishes of my own
So bright and vivid
Yet so far from it
By now I've said a prayer
For hearts in bloom
To ashen rays of hope
To hand of faith I wrote a note…

Require the pulse
The history repeated
Again the rose feeds the heart
Along this sunrise...
Shadows don't belong, frailty still
And quiet;

Heaven be short...
In faith everlasting…

Engrave a lovesong
Never heard or whistled symphonies of air
Some smooth-pale words
Be warned
Alongside to a twinkled glance
It glittered hands
From shadows still
Where Hearts of Doom
Might be concealed...

Vibrate again
And latch onto my skin...
Follow through me
Dark eyes accentuate the sky
Rain falls beyond the clouds
And this heavenly body
Persists into grace...
The Lips...

Arousing

A short glimpse of you I had...
Follow through me

So bright and vivid
Yet so far from it
By now I've said a prayer
For hearts in bloom
To ashen rays of hope
To hand of faith I wrote a note...

WRAPPED INTO AUTUMN LEAVES 

Maude & Alec Wildey 
October 2012 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

In the Shape of Monuments

Forest of snow once crushed soul
Of my defense
Lips of gold, iris of mothers...
Seeing eyes in the shape of monuments, 

Once in love…
Now always a liar. 

The faith within, trust is doubted.

The wish is the same, though the words come out different... 

The peace in you worth more than we suffer
Feel my energy; 

Something vast and strong like moonlight eyes aglow
Or salvation… 
I'll always be here for you... if needed, if wanted...
If ever alone... 

(Never apart) 

Put forth a simple notion
Put me in the same soil...

The final resting place is here
The final resting place in you
Feel my energy;

Forest of snow once crushed roses
Of my funeral… 
Lips of gold, iris of mothers...
Seeing eyes in the shape of monuments 

Once in love… 
Now always a liar.

Friday, October 12, 2012

In the Shape of the Sun

Wake up restless eyes
Slowly amount to nothing 
In the shape of the sun...

(You are)

I don't see beyond this. 

Reasons that once made you.
Now we don't belong 

You lie again and lie to me
I lie awake and try to find meaning...

(The headstone with no name
No proper eulogy)

I fall asleep with eyes awake
And this deadly heart beating PULSE
Overwhelms the idea 

Of anything important...

Anything once felt.  

The hatred inside
Your mask and mine
Could not be the same...

(Could not be sacred)

What you're doing and what I've done;
Still recalls the memory of the heated love

(The passion)

And now it's certain...

I don't belong. 

... 

Sudden train without you near...
Slow moving river of the children's fields 

In the shape of the sun...

(You are)

Somewhere beyond this. 



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

i m p r e s s i o n


All these thoughts of disbelief 
Slowly build up... 
Mountains rise... 
Rain on my skin, getting use to abandonment... 

The wilderness, fragrance; 

Stars divide through cold wind. 

(Trial and error 
Learn from the past 
All mistakes... 

But never take chances... 

Your heart is at risk...) 

And inspiration is everywhere I go 
Everyone I see... 
Still lost in the eyes of distance between. 

With no ambitions to do anything to change... 

The buildings of tomorrow 
Not even a brick to donate 

And a feeling is left without 
The dead end of significance... 

The bridge is no longer down 
Just very few have crossed it... 

With a mindset you can't reach 
Just as simple dreaming... 
Just as speechless praying 
For the words you can't speak... 

I once made a mark 
I once made an impression 

And I will do no less 
As long as I live… 

So help me… 

Alec Wildey – October 2012

Friday, September 28, 2012

Tranquil


Grazed by a raindrop in autumn 
Was your silence 
It had spoken 
High above woodland… 

You can't fly on one wing. 

Foot price had led you 
Far beyond the dismal path 
Harmony was peacefulness 
When love knew you best... 

And limbs were trembling under 
Fear of ascension awaiting the mind, 
As if the trees could paint you something 
Brighter than the sky... 

(Higher up)

Brighter than my words... 
My soul... 
You will drink from my cup. 

My arms unfolding… extending out for you 
My pulse in the atmosphere 
Nearly a distant sound… 

Fear of ascension awaiting the mind, 
As if the trees could paint you something 
Brighter than the sky... 

(Higher up) 

Some would not see... 
Some would never believe 

Deeper than the wound you couldn't reach 
The surface of… 

Open the heart's eyes... 
And see red against roses... 

There is a candle burning for you 

A reason for your silence… 
There is a cure for no obligation 
A path of truth to be more 
And rise… 

To earn your heaven. 

You can't fly on one wing. 

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Real Reflection


You open up like a flower 
Eyes closed heavy under shadow 
((Eyeliner...)) 

A dream within a dream 
Minor reflecting minor 

The window close... 
Bed pushed to the wall 
Wind blows through again... 
Quiet night grows in the silence beckoning 
Like a kiss that could have been.. 

(Just as still... 
Just as graceful, hoping, wishing, 

Praying; 

Could not be safe... 

For the heart.) 

A dream within a dream 
Minor reflecting minor 

Of love and loss… 

A portrait; 

Someone near to me... 
Someone near to the soul... 

Almost real… 

Reflection. 

You open up like a flower 
Eyes closed heavy under shadows 

The window close 
Moon watching over us 

Restless through clouds 
((Anxiety)) 

There is no one... 

Pill in form 
Love dissolved 

And I'm dreaming again 

Just as still 
Just as graceful… 

What may never be 

Real 

Reflection.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Roundless Thorn

I thought I heard your voice whisper 
But something’s are kept. 
It's not always, 
When you're left out here... 
You lose sight of things; 

Like feeling significant… 

It may follow you until the end of time 
Waiting for someone to come back… 
But they never will… 

It’s hard to fulfill 
To be fulfilled and appreciate this miracle 

Once given life only to take it back… 

You have none… 
Saw your eyes slowly being rewound 
Until your parents made you… 
Created the beat in your heart 
The light in your soul 

The love you carry… 

Important day… 
No longer a care in the world 
No obligation 
The nail between the tree is just a roundless thorn… 

No rhyme or reason 
No curiosity at all… 

And that's failure/// 

... 

It's not always, 
When you're left out here... 
You lose sight of things; 

Like feeling significant… 

The forest in some unique mirage 
From my quite past... 

Echoing what could have been, 
From where I want to be. 

Death continues... 
In some gray faction 
And leaves the sun 
To some unbalanced earth. 
In order to maintain 

My struggle. 

I'm unable to look past… 

I thought I heard your voice whisper 
But something’s are kept.