Falling words…. Spontaneous free write

I wobble when I walk and
Mumble when I talk.
I follow a path that’s been previously laid, by choices and voices the deaf ears of Parkinson’s made.

I’ve a voice that betrays the things that I say and ears that are silent to the tones that they say.
I freeze in my gait which is a step for those in the dark.
A trip and a slip is a walk in the park but don’t ever ask for me to not wiggle, its something I do for I’m stuck in the middle,
of being forced to move by mans little pills and ordered to freeze by gods very will.
So will happen to this corpse slowly made, I’ve fended off cancer and live with the shakes my friendships have left me for they’ve had all they could take.
Can’t t blame them I guess for its had to take
a voice that varies with sounds that it makes for they come from a face that tragically says something that’s different than what the voice has said.

Confusing it must be to live life by choice, to believe me is hard
when you only listen to my voice.
You’ve forgotten to know me and listen to the motions
this body makes with grand little notions.
Here let me take care of the little things in life,
so you can focus on keeping yours nice.
I’ve given up on dreams for mine get lost or frozen or are simply just dust. My actions will prove.
I’m a quality man,
if you learn to listen from
your heart not your head
then you’ll hear me quite simply
if you just listen instead.
Of looking for meanings that are lost in the dark for my friends I rather simply
I speak from my heart.
The end.
Just words.

A Sparrows Heart~ Words with wings.

To what song does the night sing a lullaby of lost love and contemptuous beast.
As my heart sinks like a raft with no bindings my stomach churns as though
Caught in a maelstrom of life’s discontent
I search for sweet solace and surrender.
An aching so deep inside the minds eye
Of soul searching bliss finds only fear and frantic fervor
no discord can ease this pains and woes.
Life’s burden grows hard against the numb skin as the touch falls from the mind,
Like toys left behind, lost but not forgotten.
Sigh….. Does this day have no fleeted wings to carry this heart to a happier place…
Has this mind forgotten what peace feels like? Looks like,taste like?
For no fruit is sweet on my lips and no fragrance fills the air of these hallowed halls.
Only crickets on a warm summers dawn…
Only echoes of tomorrows dreams that become today’s disappointments.
Gone are the days of wine and roses.