not all good-byez are bad

not all good-byez are bad

A Poem by nocool





Light is gas

it has its own gravity
Bent by the force of those in its path
As it moves in time and a speed that’s free


Looking back that is what life is to me
I got my direction
I got my own ideology restricting its impression
And I steer clear of those that bring me regression
I stay free


I fly in
to the out of dark of night
Feeling the heat of day
As I run to the light



The dark is not for me
As I run void from its gravity
Some love its play
It is so easy to live blind
Than survive by light of day




You let me go so you could be free
now when I run you think I flee
But it is the fact that you do not reflect
The image I see in the mirror looking back at me


I bid a good-night and a fare-well
I Bow out of the dark and your eternal hell
And when you look around
reflect upon my footsteps on the ground
Outline the history in the old steps of me
Where their depth reflects my carrying you in the silent reflection of memory


You made the mistake of always putting me down
But it is your eyes on the ground


Now living,
Faced with a memory of me
Having to lookup to see where it is I be
Closing your eyes
As you look to the sun where I fly free
Who knew life would be the Allegory for thee
how does it fell knowing;
I would have to look back to see you
while you look forward to see me





I am unreachable
you try to pull me down
you die in the sea of me
having nothing more than my memory
those footsteps on the ground
and with my gravity I bent the light of you
you look around for direction unclear of what to do
off into the dark you fly unable to follow in the light of me

yet still I fly
unscathed by the dark ideas of your mind
The effects on you were from me
And the effects of me were all mine
I missed nothing good when you said good-bye
Our memories are yours not mine

So I wave good-bye happy to fade in time
You have no direction but I have mine
Good-bye and good-night
Reflect not upon me in your dark of night
Your calls get no answer from me


Careful for history is a blinding light
Yet fading memory
Space is a silent death
A place where you can’t breath
In its dark is no place for me


Guaranteed!!!!

© 2015 nocool


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