I walked the morn with a sleepy daze
Eager bird yawlers pitching bright serenades
The light lit waters reflecting deep golden rays
Creeping in the beauty of my lasting wandering days
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Thoughts today
God I'm tired
I do this to myself and I'm sorry
Not because the world is against me
Not because I have someone to blame
I'm accountable to only God
And no one is accountable to me
God, I'm done with this
I forget to pray, or don't pray
It's like climbing a mountain
It's beautiful at the top, I can sleep at the summit and watch the Heavens circle me
But it's so easy to just fall off...and then I must climb up again.
I know, this is the worst type of comparison to give to it, because it makes me not want to climb..but how must I climb
To get out of this tepid water, this dank air, this...filth that I call my state of mind.
God, what's next? Where do I go
I am off again to a new world, a world that has less to take, and more to breathe
But here am I, running away from these feelings that will never get vanquished, never get validated, so I can put up a mask or even more difficult, try to calm my spirits down.
I love my Lord, I fear my Lord, though maybe I care too much about myself to let those thoughts light.
I do this to myself and I'm sorry
Not because the world is against me
Not because I have someone to blame
I'm accountable to only God
And no one is accountable to me
God, I'm done with this
I forget to pray, or don't pray
It's like climbing a mountain
It's beautiful at the top, I can sleep at the summit and watch the Heavens circle me
But it's so easy to just fall off...and then I must climb up again.
I know, this is the worst type of comparison to give to it, because it makes me not want to climb..but how must I climb
To get out of this tepid water, this dank air, this...filth that I call my state of mind.
God, what's next? Where do I go
I am off again to a new world, a world that has less to take, and more to breathe
But here am I, running away from these feelings that will never get vanquished, never get validated, so I can put up a mask or even more difficult, try to calm my spirits down.
I love my Lord, I fear my Lord, though maybe I care too much about myself to let those thoughts light.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Growing Old
No one wants to grow old
to watch the sun fade from gold
no one wants to be told
that everything they love will eventually lay cold
So let us rise with this morning light
Let us shine and remember to fight
For everything within our sight
Solidly grasped, snug and tight
to watch the sun fade from gold
no one wants to be told
that everything they love will eventually lay cold
So let us rise with this morning light
Let us shine and remember to fight
For everything within our sight
Solidly grasped, snug and tight
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thoughts in the rain
What are thoughts in the rain
Like blossoms against my umbrella pane
Dropping memories against the mud
Thundering echoes upon each thud
Like blossoms against my umbrella pane
Dropping memories against the mud
Thundering echoes upon each thud
Dreams
Dreams are thoughts denied, nightmares that dwell beyond kind
A cruel joke set outside real time
All measured in the Devil's metered rhyme
I burn each night with thoughts of the light on your face
Only to bear the morning sun without a scented trace
Dreams are thoughts encased...nightmares of happiness erased
A cruel joke set outside real time
All measured in the Devil's metered rhyme
I burn each night with thoughts of the light on your face
Only to bear the morning sun without a scented trace
Dreams are thoughts encased...nightmares of happiness erased
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