A phone call and get some advice
All that is needed for this tangent to end
of thoughts running through my mind.
Thoughts running rampant, or taking over
me the answer is unsure of the outcome
I'm told to cry out to you but will I receive
the need I am searching for? Like a wish
Shall it be granted? Am I making you a
genie of some sort. Grant me a wish to
know these answer that seem unanswerable.
Are they? Is there an answer under the surface
of it all that I am missing? What if the
answer is not in what they are missing but in
me. I am the one missing, answer yes, it is me,
me the one seeking an answer that is needed for
this riddle. A riddle of life I am ignoring and
running from. Yet running for to find an answer
that has yet to be found. But you are the
beholder of the answer. Yes granting the wish
of crying out to you an bending a knee for
what is being asked. Asked in a quit
cry inside but pushed away, but now
it is all there with having you nearer
with love.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tangled
Crossing a line feeling safety,
Is this safety? Can this be truly
happening or is this all a place to
be kept a secret. Yes a secret. Why
must this be a secret world. Oh just
us. Only us be in here. Only for us
to know. No one will see what happens
here or where it is to go. A journey for
a duo that was not meant to be
but a duo that will out last them
all. A story disney will envy and
wish he has written it first.
Is this safety? Can this be truly
happening or is this all a place to
be kept a secret. Yes a secret. Why
must this be a secret world. Oh just
us. Only us be in here. Only for us
to know. No one will see what happens
here or where it is to go. A journey for
a duo that was not meant to be
but a duo that will out last them
all. A story disney will envy and
wish he has written it first.
Friday, September 23, 2011
American Dream
Bright light at the end of the tunnel
carriage in the rain? Sunny convertible ride
ending with a walk to the red door, white house,
and blue shutters. Picturesque fairy tale for
those told fairy tales. Fairy tales of what
should come, fairy tales of what
life is to be. Fairy tale of what we are to have.
Unachievable life forgetting the way
we live. With the love we have.
A fairy tale. Fairy tale of what?
See him rounding the sports car with a smile,
sweater vest and khakis. A smile with a
plan. While wearing a flapper hat
heels, and red lipstick. This is it.
Fairy tale ending. Now smile and act right.
carriage in the rain? Sunny convertible ride
ending with a walk to the red door, white house,
and blue shutters. Picturesque fairy tale for
those told fairy tales. Fairy tales of what
should come, fairy tales of what
life is to be. Fairy tale of what we are to have.
Unachievable life forgetting the way
we live. With the love we have.
A fairy tale. Fairy tale of what?
See him rounding the sports car with a smile,
sweater vest and khakis. A smile with a
plan. While wearing a flapper hat
heels, and red lipstick. This is it.
Fairy tale ending. Now smile and act right.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Eyes Open
Crazy times in a crazy world,
filled with things passed by.
Passed by those needing it most.
Most seeing the least.
filled with things passed by.
Passed by those needing it most.
Most seeing the least.
Keeping the voice hard inside, only for
my heart to listen. I feel eyes knowing
the secret I keep inside.
The truth wanting to be set free.
What truth is heard?
Who knows the truth?
Is this truth? Are you the truth?
Truth wants to be told.
But will those see the truth?
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Cinderella
Racing fast, can't stop the trembling,
My leg is shaking with nerves.
Feeling eyes on me unsure of kind
or mean.
A thought enters with a perfect world,
but where's the happy ending?
My leg is shaking with nerves.
Feeling eyes on me unsure of kind
or mean.
A thought enters with a perfect world,
but where's the happy ending?
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Snow Globe
Kept in your mighty hands,
a world of wonder that can be
changed with a little shake.
But holding no control.
a world of wonder that can be
changed with a little shake.
But holding no control.
The swirls run wild and they are pushed
rather then the route chosen.
A way chosen by the way of the world
not the beholder.
Weeping by the lost of the perfect
world given to us, that became
tainted by the beaten path of the
selfish and foolish.
Bring those hands to a stillness
only one can do, bringing the chaos
to an end. Washing the world
to a peace of snow falling.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Sharing
the way you've changed me.
I kept you a secret in my heart
not wanting those around to see
the amazing wonders you're doing in me.
I would acknowledge you
but now I understand so much more
of you. The love you share and kindness
that I heard of but can now feel.
I am told to share you.
Instead of sharing I've kept you to myself.
Not letting the world know
what has changed me but seeing
through my actions your wonders
of the world.
The wonders that simply were words
on a page. A story per say. But
now it's a history book
that is ever changing meaning for my life.
Life I've wasted till knowing you.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
