Friday, November 26, 2004
Thoughts
"Where to go? "
Want to grab the stars from the midnight sky, spin them into an oblivion of light
Change everything and make it into a perfect paradise.
Still it steals a bit of my soul every day
Leaves a bottemless whole of hurt and pain.
Run and run don’t want to get consumed by that monster
But this can’t go on for much longer.
Watch as this glass house slowly cracks and breaks a million different ways.
Cutting me and causing this never ending bleeding.
Stand in broken pieces, watch time just flow,
Not able to find where to go.
Just watch myself descend into a shell of a man,
Watch my hope just twirl down the can.
Look so hard for a single shred of redemption in this twisted land.
Not sure if I can hold myself together.
As I try and make this corrupt image better.
Opionins
I am not sure.
"Where to go? "
Want to grab the stars from the midnight sky, spin them into an oblivion of light
Change everything and make it into a perfect paradise.
Still it steals a bit of my soul every day
Leaves a bottemless whole of hurt and pain.
Run and run don’t want to get consumed by that monster
But this can’t go on for much longer.
Watch as this glass house slowly cracks and breaks a million different ways.
Cutting me and causing this never ending bleeding.
Stand in broken pieces, watch time just flow,
Not able to find where to go.
Just watch myself descend into a shell of a man,
Watch my hope just twirl down the can.
Look so hard for a single shred of redemption in this twisted land.
Not sure if I can hold myself together.
As I try and make this corrupt image better.
Opionins
I am not sure.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Thoughts
"Open Roads"
We just keep finding our way down these open roads just keep growing old. So many get lost on the path, just get lost in the cold.
Find green forests were we want to stay but it always just withers into dust still you sit in that desert tell the end of your days, never letting go of that lust.
The storms come and flood your path. drowns you and washes you down, yet you accept that it's always going to be that bad.
We just keep finding our way down these open roads just keep growing old. So many get lost on the path, just get lost in the cold.
Hit these mountains that seem to high so you never try and climb, just let out that sigh.
Find these creeks Just want to take a peek but there just dried up but all you do is blame it on luck.
Opionin
Heres my newest one guys, hope you enjoy it.
"Open Roads"
We just keep finding our way down these open roads just keep growing old. So many get lost on the path, just get lost in the cold.
Find green forests were we want to stay but it always just withers into dust still you sit in that desert tell the end of your days, never letting go of that lust.
The storms come and flood your path. drowns you and washes you down, yet you accept that it's always going to be that bad.
We just keep finding our way down these open roads just keep growing old. So many get lost on the path, just get lost in the cold.
Hit these mountains that seem to high so you never try and climb, just let out that sigh.
Find these creeks Just want to take a peek but there just dried up but all you do is blame it on luck.
Opionin
Heres my newest one guys, hope you enjoy it.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Thoughts
"Dearest Friend"
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes like rain from the sky.
Really, should I try tell the end, my dearest friend?
Keep on with this struggle I can't seem to win?
Try and keep a hold of this withering hope?
Even when its so worn out and old?
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes.
Child, Child, Don't let it tear its way in even though this perfect cycle seems to have no end.
It seems as if a hound chained and bound
but you have a gift few will ever get no matter how many of there days are blown on the wind.
Can see the faint glimmer in the endless darkness of this sorrow.
Always have a reason for tomorrow.
You have so much more in life then you will ever realize.
Opionins
I figured I would post this piece. It has been qualified to be published in a poetry book and insterted into a contest, guess I'll see what happens.
"Dearest Friend"
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes like rain from the sky.
Really, should I try tell the end, my dearest friend?
Keep on with this struggle I can't seem to win?
Try and keep a hold of this withering hope?
Even when its so worn out and old?
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes.
Child, Child, Don't let it tear its way in even though this perfect cycle seems to have no end.
It seems as if a hound chained and bound
but you have a gift few will ever get no matter how many of there days are blown on the wind.
Can see the faint glimmer in the endless darkness of this sorrow.
Always have a reason for tomorrow.
You have so much more in life then you will ever realize.
Opionins
I figured I would post this piece. It has been qualified to be published in a poetry book and insterted into a contest, guess I'll see what happens.
