Voices follow everywhere, saying this and that.
We follow those here and there. Why? What do they have?
What don't I have? It's all about the why and not about
the moment. Who cares?
We need this, you need that. What's important?
Work? Food? Are those the only things with value?
Taking a pause, looking around, see what they have.
Is there true joy there? Are you filled with joy?
What matters? Is it this things? Are things what's important?
People! Breathe. Is it not a beautiful day?
Were you given another day of life?
Look around at those you've neglected.
Say hello, give a smile, be the change. It's not the world
that is completely at fault. We are the world.
If we want a change in the world, it comes from us first.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Caution
Anxious, running like a chicken with it's head cut off,
that's what my insides feel like. I need your peace.
Making quick judgements, acting instantly before thinking.
That's what has gotten me here. A bottomless pit.
Darkness is all around me. I thought I was going the right way.
What a silly thought.
A tugging at my heart and in my gut, saying this was all wrong.
My voice yelled louder to run. The quick pleasure won.
Cradled in the darkness, only your soft voice can reach me.
I am confused by whose speaking to me and what it's asking of me.
What do these riddles mean? Why is it so comforting?
I stand at your asking, unsure of what I'm to do.
One step at a time. You guide me with your love. I finally meet you.
I am in awe with your fulfillment of peace and life.
that's what my insides feel like. I need your peace.
Making quick judgements, acting instantly before thinking.
That's what has gotten me here. A bottomless pit.
Darkness is all around me. I thought I was going the right way.
What a silly thought.
A tugging at my heart and in my gut, saying this was all wrong.
My voice yelled louder to run. The quick pleasure won.
Cradled in the darkness, only your soft voice can reach me.
I am confused by whose speaking to me and what it's asking of me.
What do these riddles mean? Why is it so comforting?
I stand at your asking, unsure of what I'm to do.
One step at a time. You guide me with your love. I finally meet you.
I am in awe with your fulfillment of peace and life.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Filled
There is only one thing, he stands alone, but never leaves me alone.
I can be so grateful and thankful for knowing you. That is all I know.
You call to me when I run. You catch me when I stumble. Both due
to my own self-centered and selfish ways. I cannot always meet what
you ask of me. It seems like to much, but it is not being about to trust
myself with what you've entrusted to me. Your ways are pure. Mine fail.
I wish this would be constant Lord, as constant as you.
I can be so grateful and thankful for knowing you. That is all I know.
You call to me when I run. You catch me when I stumble. Both due
to my own self-centered and selfish ways. I cannot always meet what
you ask of me. It seems like to much, but it is not being about to trust
myself with what you've entrusted to me. Your ways are pure. Mine fail.
I wish this would be constant Lord, as constant as you.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Darkness
Ripping from the outside, turning off the lights,
All is being taken over by the darkness.
The past is waiting for the future to grab hold,
Until the moments come all is left waiting in the darkness.
Splitting the wood, removing the axe from the core,
With wanting to put the pieces together but can’t see in darkness.
The dreams the little girl held and never let go,
Got taken away in the nights darkness.
Waiting for the loving touch to come back,
But taken away forever in the darkness.
Being brought back to a time of everything being planned,
To a time of where no one knew of the darkness.
To an underlines defeat of ruins,
While one wants Rebecca out the darkness.
All is being taken over by the darkness.
The past is waiting for the future to grab hold,
Until the moments come all is left waiting in the darkness.
Splitting the wood, removing the axe from the core,
With wanting to put the pieces together but can’t see in darkness.
The dreams the little girl held and never let go,
Got taken away in the nights darkness.
Waiting for the loving touch to come back,
But taken away forever in the darkness.
Being brought back to a time of everything being planned,
To a time of where no one knew of the darkness.
To an underlines defeat of ruins,
While one wants Rebecca out the darkness.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Alone
Trapped is this valley, it has a never ending descend.
You continuous call out to me, but all I hear is each bone
smacking each rock, branch, or tree my limbs smack.
You come searching for me in times of need, when I run
my way, instead of going down the path you've made for me.
The final smack of reaching bottom to have all the junk, pain,
every thought of wrong, be washing over every piece of me.
All I can do is call out for you. Knocking on each door calling
for you, but when I finally come humbly your there with open arms.
You continuous call out to me, but all I hear is each bone
smacking each rock, branch, or tree my limbs smack.
You come searching for me in times of need, when I run
my way, instead of going down the path you've made for me.
The final smack of reaching bottom to have all the junk, pain,
every thought of wrong, be washing over every piece of me.
All I can do is call out for you. Knocking on each door calling
for you, but when I finally come humbly your there with open arms.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Aviators
Hiding from the world,
Becoming a new identity
Thinking of a new attitude.
I give power to those
That wear me.
The dark reflecting gray,
With the subtle roundness.
Or the half mooned shaped
Anyone could pull off.
Many could even feel
A sense of badassness.
Feeling they could be
Fighting back in the war.
Pulling off my look
And could conquer the
World one look at a time.
Who ever wears me, will
Never leave my style.
They gain a new sense
Of confidence, that never ends
People have been rockin’ my
Look since planes were created.
Becoming a new identity
Thinking of a new attitude.
I give power to those
That wear me.
The dark reflecting gray,
With the subtle roundness.
Or the half mooned shaped
Anyone could pull off.
Many could even feel
A sense of badassness.
Feeling they could be
Fighting back in the war.
Pulling off my look
And could conquer the
World one look at a time.
Who ever wears me, will
Never leave my style.
They gain a new sense
Of confidence, that never ends
People have been rockin’ my
Look since planes were created.
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Only One
A peaceful moment that can only be caused by one thing.
There is nothing else that exist that can bring about even
close to being and equal measure of this moment. Many
search their whole life to experience this moment. Filling
the space with money, sex, false intimacy, adrenaline, etc.
Nothing can compare. Only one thing can fulfill that need.
He gives the answers, and brings peace, love,
a compassion that no one else and nothing else
could. This love is never ending nor is he failing.
There is nothing else that exist that can bring about even
close to being and equal measure of this moment. Many
search their whole life to experience this moment. Filling
the space with money, sex, false intimacy, adrenaline, etc.
Nothing can compare. Only one thing can fulfill that need.
He gives the answers, and brings peace, love,
a compassion that no one else and nothing else
could. This love is never ending nor is he failing.
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