You are safe within my arms
For all my days I'll keep you from harm
I pledge to you my willful soul
Until the time we both grow old.
I pray thee lord, my soul to keep
next to yours even after we sleep
And all this love I pledge to you
May it keep us humble and give us youth.
May I always be the best for you
And our love eternal ever remain true.
Friday, June 27, 2014
Stream of Consciousness
The way I see things changes so rapidly
We'll never see eye to eye
Unless you see through my frame of mind.
Once you're there you'll have to avoid the fear
Because escape is unlikely
And this friend is always near.
Unless you enjoy the apathy
That comes to hide the demons.
The skeletons walk free from their closet
And the muck and Swamp of thoughts you'll plod
Will become second nature until your pace becomes normal even buried in the mud.
Sometimes I feel the loneliness of friends I met along the way
But because of my awkwardness,
I am able to ignore the fact, gently, that I'm lonely.
I want the world to see my mind
And understand the insanity
Of morphing views constantly
But the confusion of this
Makes it hard to dictate to others
Even for me.
Maybe I complicate myself more than I should.
Maybe I'm simpler than I know
I don't know,
I don't know,
I just don't know.
Perhaps my thoughts
As I thought
Shouldn't have so much time alone.
We'll never see eye to eye
Unless you see through my frame of mind.
Once you're there you'll have to avoid the fear
Because escape is unlikely
And this friend is always near.
Unless you enjoy the apathy
That comes to hide the demons.
The skeletons walk free from their closet
And the muck and Swamp of thoughts you'll plod
Will become second nature until your pace becomes normal even buried in the mud.
Sometimes I feel the loneliness of friends I met along the way
But because of my awkwardness,
I am able to ignore the fact, gently, that I'm lonely.
I want the world to see my mind
And understand the insanity
Of morphing views constantly
But the confusion of this
Makes it hard to dictate to others
Even for me.
Maybe I complicate myself more than I should.
Maybe I'm simpler than I know
I don't know,
I don't know,
I just don't know.
Perhaps my thoughts
As I thought
Shouldn't have so much time alone.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
New York City Zen
There's something so addicting to the sounds on castle high
Above the world below where it's vigor slightly dims.
The noise might fade but the feeling lives
As if feelings here might come to die.
Out in the country the sound is life
Crawling, biting, fecund with silence
But the city makes the quiet such din!
And far away, I hear it: light.
Oh you vicious ear pornography
That cannot be felt or imagined or seen
The sound of the city from way up high
So brilliantly invigorating, it's here I might die
For atop the castle that scrapes the sky
Is it any miracle we wonder why
From day to dawn, far up here I sigh
And revisit my love and watch that distant life.
Outside the bubble and movement below
I relax and listen to the multitude go.
Above the world below where it's vigor slightly dims.
The noise might fade but the feeling lives
As if feelings here might come to die.
Out in the country the sound is life
Crawling, biting, fecund with silence
But the city makes the quiet such din!
And far away, I hear it: light.
Oh you vicious ear pornography
That cannot be felt or imagined or seen
The sound of the city from way up high
So brilliantly invigorating, it's here I might die
For atop the castle that scrapes the sky
Is it any miracle we wonder why
From day to dawn, far up here I sigh
And revisit my love and watch that distant life.
Outside the bubble and movement below
I relax and listen to the multitude go.
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