"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Hold that momement and make it last...
I've found what I came here looking for. It's time to return to the real world...
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
Sunday, April 27, 2014
I have my grandfather's blood.
Tonight, I stepped out onto the balcony hoping that someone would follow me. I didn't have any plans to jump, I just wanted someone to think I was worth following out the door. I want to find someone who is kind, and patient, and punctual, and is not afraid of my insecurities. It may be a bit too much to ask.
How long does it take for a broken heart to mend? I wish someone had the answer to that. I cut the last cord and sewed the final seam a long time ago, but she's not quite pumping the way she used to. Slower, louder, with greater caution. I use the word convalescence alot, but I'm not sure how long that sore of healing is meant to continue. Months? Years? Decades? I hope someday I'll know. Until then I'm just another oblivious child forever reaching up for his Father. Perhaps when that time comes, and I'm not in the middle of this transitional period, I'll have something worth saying to the world again.
I just want to be a good man, and this small man is afraid. Afraid he may have emptied his last clip. Afraid he may have lost the bet. Afraid he may have turned up with the last trap sprung and no prize caught. What is this knot around my ankle? With a swish and the flutter of creatures in the nearby brush, I am swung upwards to the heavens with a mighty rushing sound. I am unreservedly content. Suspended between the sky and earth, all of the mixed metaphors stop making sense.
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
How long does it take for a broken heart to mend? I wish someone had the answer to that. I cut the last cord and sewed the final seam a long time ago, but she's not quite pumping the way she used to. Slower, louder, with greater caution. I use the word convalescence alot, but I'm not sure how long that sore of healing is meant to continue. Months? Years? Decades? I hope someday I'll know. Until then I'm just another oblivious child forever reaching up for his Father. Perhaps when that time comes, and I'm not in the middle of this transitional period, I'll have something worth saying to the world again.
I just want to be a good man, and this small man is afraid. Afraid he may have emptied his last clip. Afraid he may have lost the bet. Afraid he may have turned up with the last trap sprung and no prize caught. What is this knot around my ankle? With a swish and the flutter of creatures in the nearby brush, I am swung upwards to the heavens with a mighty rushing sound. I am unreservedly content. Suspended between the sky and earth, all of the mixed metaphors stop making sense.
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I know the world is dark, but you've got the light even sitting in the closet chilling with the skeletons you fight.
Atlas above, give me the strength
To bear up the world like you did in faith.
I'll carry that load, I'll bear that weight.
and take my place here beneath the greats.
Blow on your flute now and bring in the drums
Still march in time with the strength of your arms.
Sing to me muse, use all your charm
Sing of a time long before the storm
What is the grand prize of an arguement?
Put up your dukes cuz it's time to fence.
I'm a debt shark looking for your rent
Ring goes the bell to your detriment.
I couldn't dance with my fisticuffs.
face hit the dirt and I ate the dust.
I fought with words and I fought with lust.
Still strike a match cuz I like it rough.
What does it look like to truly win?
Sing through the archive over again.
Stand in the prescence of every old king
and lay down your sword at the start of spring.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ml5Ib7cXMDs&feature=youtu.be
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
To bear up the world like you did in faith.
I'll carry that load, I'll bear that weight.
and take my place here beneath the greats.
Blow on your flute now and bring in the drums
Still march in time with the strength of your arms.
Sing to me muse, use all your charm
Sing of a time long before the storm
What is the grand prize of an arguement?
Put up your dukes cuz it's time to fence.
I'm a debt shark looking for your rent
Ring goes the bell to your detriment.
I couldn't dance with my fisticuffs.
face hit the dirt and I ate the dust.
I fought with words and I fought with lust.
Still strike a match cuz I like it rough.
What does it look like to truly win?
Sing through the archive over again.
Stand in the prescence of every old king
and lay down your sword at the start of spring.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ml5Ib7cXMDs&feature=youtu.be
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
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