Monday, April 6, 2009
whatever i am to whomever
the crossing paths we walk
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
to hand you what will tear you apart
to be intimate?
So far from grace have you fallen this day.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Questions
Does this darkness have a name?
This cruelty this hatred
How did it find us?
Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it?
What happened to us?
That we now send our children out to the world like we send young men to war;
Hoping for their safe return, but know that some would be lost along the way
When did we lose our way?
Consumed by our shadows and swallowed whole by the darkness
Does this darkness have a name?
Is it your name?
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Love tries to kill me
There is no place for the broken hearted or the lost and insufficient.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
reach not
Friday, March 27, 2009
the befalling of tragedy
“There are two tragedies in life.
One is to loss your hearts desire; the other is to gain it.”
As we strain to grasp the things we desire; the things we think will make our lives better.
Money, fame.
We ignore the things that truly matter; the simple things like friendship, family.
Love.
&
Things we probably already had.
Yes, losing your hearts desire is tragic, but to gain that which you seek is all u can hope for.
To wish for love. To immerse yourself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel.
And, when your heart breaks u have to fight the sorrows that swallow your heart and the feeling of hell’s dominion over your desire’s delivery.
To stay alive, because you are.
That pain you feel, that’s life.
That confusion and fear, that’s there to remind you that something better is out there for you and that something is worth fighting for.
to be lost
“Let us drop these bread crumbs so that together we can find our way home, because to lose ourselves would be the most cruel of things.”
I lost my way.
And although losing your way on a journey is unfortunate, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.
A journey of endless time that would be my life in repetition to my thoughts, and sometimes I traveled alone. Sometimes there were others that took the wheel and took my heart.
But when the destination was reached it wasn’t me who arrived.
It wasn’t me at all.
And once you lose yourself, you have two choices.
Find the person you used to be or lose that person completely.
Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be.
The person you wanted to be.
The person you are…
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
to be there
Be and do what i wish i could.
Heal the hurts and the sorrow.
God take away the griefs and pains of this life.
Father give her worth.
Give her purpose.
Give her love, the likes of which only you can.
God be where i can't and make her whole.
Jesus be with her and hold her as i long to do.
Father she feels so alone, so lost.
So full of doubt that to end the day is a relief.
The emptiness inside her heart shrouds it such darkness
that to even see the light inside would be as to grab at the fog on the morning of restless
Love her Lord before it is too late.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
living in its moments of trust
Right and left, too and fro.
Yet that those decisions don't define you, those decisions domino on the ones around you and shape character in their sight; however moral or irrational that perception may be.
Hate and love, fear and bravery.
Perseverance is not just a word or a definition, but a way to which we live.
picking up the pieces and doing what makes you your person.
What a life it would be if it were to be just the simplistic value of completeness.
No wrong decisions, no regrets to dread..
Yet those moments that tear you apart or give you joy if only for a moment:
are the moments that give you freedom and the right of passage to live.
And that which we claim to be living in our own perspective is ours to decide, and whether in sadness, regret, or happiness in its fleeting fashion.
You and I decide what we think to be true and right for ourselves.
Everyone else is just hoping what we find to be true is right...
Monday, March 23, 2009
thoughtful unrest
Lead on a coarse of thrilling moments strung together like the ropes of hope.
Living for what was most important inside that which we claim to be our hearts.
Only now have I seen the realization of this hollow which repeats such horrors and moments of atrocity , condemning my thoughts to relive times of failure.
Such a fickle thing this burdensome beast inside my chest.
Pulling the strings attached to which make me feel so whole, or not so.
Loving my desires in a moment of trust and then reveling in the eternal time to which I'm at a loss for what was my happiness.
Upon this plane that is our lives, it is life that is against our very existence and woe to you who believe otherwise.
Disappointment waits for you at your doorsteps.
the loss of something once held, my dear
The ending of things once held in such concrete security are scattered across the pedestal.
A Sacred place of love and the dreams to hope inside its safety is dissolved in a single moment.
The questions all end with why.
My thoughts blur into a single state of mind, the one of my personal being and its worth to your intentions.
It seems not only have I been deprived of a love, but of a friendship that was close to my heart.
Pain is worse when coupled into partnership.
How crippled i am into the end of loneliness.
Missing you won't bring you back...
Sunday, March 22, 2009
For a love that isn't there...
Saturday, March 21, 2009
a famous writer wrote this not sure who though but good stuff
When so many are lonely that seem to be lonely it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone
A daft life of fear
Many people die with their music within them.
To often it Is because they are always getting ready to live.
Before they know it their time has been spent...
To live is not to pull the drapes of fortitude around your heart, willing it unable to be shattered.
A cold solace of false protection decays that very vital organ with self contained pains and doubts within your own being.
Indeed whoever said that living is not for the faint of heart was correct.
Truely living and with happiness requires a bravery and a longing for more than self preservation.
Letting go the binding ropes that hold your fortress securely adrift.
That is when life becomes more real yes, and with reason only some can say but to experience.
Meaning To Be Dreamt
In dreams sorrows flee, things that were once so far from your grasp are now comfortably close to your countenance.
Live free, live hard, live for love..
Just know, that which was in your heart and is now in the openness of your mind will be but a blur of drowsy joy once you’ve woken from the place you long to be.
Sleep