I see the valleys over the living
I see the hills over the valleys
beyond the hills I see the mountains
I see them fall short of galloping clouds.
I see outer space each night above clouds
and stars in our galaxy, our universe but now-
I feel the presence of god in it all
because beyond the universe,
There's something, that started the flow.
Friday, February 15, 2013
My son
A tiny hand caressed my cheek-
His razor blade nails cutting into my stubble.
His squalor alarmed the morning with shrieks like bending steel girders-
The screaming of glass being crunched and pulverized with great blades.
With a sigh and my dreams being rippled like a Buick into a stagnant pond-
I pet his head,
"Good morning, son..."
His razor blade nails cutting into my stubble.
His squalor alarmed the morning with shrieks like bending steel girders-
The screaming of glass being crunched and pulverized with great blades.
With a sigh and my dreams being rippled like a Buick into a stagnant pond-
I pet his head,
"Good morning, son..."
My own worst enemy
Reality is the laughter you see
my skeleton closet is my shadow.
I wish that my secrets were farther away
but like my shadow, they're attached to me.
And as I plod the dark hallway: blind
I search for my soul and myself
finding more confusion in a world of strangers
I declare them the family and friends, blind.
Without myself, I look upon humanity as a stranger
To myself, to my friends to my family alike
as if they're a foreign functioning species from me
and in absence of recognition, they represent danger...
my skeleton closet is my shadow.
I wish that my secrets were farther away
but like my shadow, they're attached to me.
And as I plod the dark hallway: blind
I search for my soul and myself
finding more confusion in a world of strangers
I declare them the family and friends, blind.
Without myself, I look upon humanity as a stranger
To myself, to my friends to my family alike
as if they're a foreign functioning species from me
and in absence of recognition, they represent danger...
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Freedom
Inspired by the musical stylings of Aurin: My friend Sarah Anderson's band.
They can be found here: www.aurinband.com
Spurning your insanity my mind starts to wander
A dreamland of regrets reality asunder
Flames lap the corners of memory pages
I've called them heartbreak while others call them stages
The night brings the darkness in which I can hide
It's quiet in here and so cold outside.
I want to break free
Break free from the fear
The past is my prison
And the future is years
Away.
Waking I see the face of my friends
Live for the day like tomorrows never end
Dreams are my reality reality's a lie
But sometimes I wake up and sometimes I try.
One day I lived and now I can dream
Dreams married reality and I'm no longer in between.
I want to break free
Break free from the fear
The past was my prison
And the future is here.
They can be found here: www.aurinband.com
Spurning your insanity my mind starts to wander
A dreamland of regrets reality asunder
Flames lap the corners of memory pages
I've called them heartbreak while others call them stages
The night brings the darkness in which I can hide
It's quiet in here and so cold outside.
I want to break free
Break free from the fear
The past is my prison
And the future is years
Away.
Waking I see the face of my friends
Live for the day like tomorrows never end
Dreams are my reality reality's a lie
But sometimes I wake up and sometimes I try.
One day I lived and now I can dream
Dreams married reality and I'm no longer in between.
I want to break free
Break free from the fear
The past was my prison
And the future is here.
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