Looking for the heartbreak
But finding common sense
Seeing how pieces fall
Restructuring past tense
Unable to reason
Learning to shake the mood
All happy lights are green
It's pointless then to brood
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Ending wishing it had
Ending wishing it had
No beginning, no start
Present stagnation leaves
A block of time, no heart
To raise my hands up and
Pull the dark clouds apart
In the light blue of grace
Find my own star to chart
No beginning, no start
Present stagnation leaves
A block of time, no heart
To raise my hands up and
Pull the dark clouds apart
In the light blue of grace
Find my own star to chart
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Asking myself for Truth
Asking myself for Truth
Actions far from the root
Digging deep in darkness
To become self-astute
Looking to understand
To feel as others do
To open up my World
To all and not the few
Actions far from the root
Digging deep in darkness
To become self-astute
Looking to understand
To feel as others do
To open up my World
To all and not the few
Making the coarse smooth
Making the coarse smoother
In this effort to glide
A waxed wing, the white swan
Or the slow waltzing bride
Wanting the course smoother
Paving less traveled roads
Building a lighthouse for
Face recognition crows
In this effort to glide
A waxed wing, the white swan
Or the slow waltzing bride
Wanting the course smoother
Paving less traveled roads
Building a lighthouse for
Face recognition crows
Enough enough enough
Enough enough enough
Always the same old stuff
Becoming rough and tough
Fighting back and grinning
Must dance before the dirge
Press on and find the urge
Before the final purge
And the world keeps spinning
Always the same old stuff
Becoming rough and tough
Fighting back and grinning
Must dance before the dirge
Press on and find the urge
Before the final purge
And the world keeps spinning
And so the letting go
And so the letting go
Irretrievable past
The child like melting snow
Years that happened too fast
Loved ones who didn't love
And those that did and went
Losing the nothingness
Tall stem but flowers spent
Irretrievable past
The child like melting snow
Years that happened too fast
Loved ones who didn't love
And those that did and went
Losing the nothingness
Tall stem but flowers spent
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
This hesitating Life
This hesitating Life
Is finding a strong push
Self-acceleration
Like a riptide, a whoosh
Momentum to reach flight
A greater perspective
Able to assess course
For the best objective
Is finding a strong push
Self-acceleration
Like a riptide, a whoosh
Momentum to reach flight
A greater perspective
Able to assess course
For the best objective
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