Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Ready, Set, Grow

My heart sings of destiny, of shadows bathed in light
Paths that form before my feet, and waiting out the night
Journeys made for chosen few, for hearing when they call
Learning how to stand will come from learning how to fall
My heart wakes from slumber, I have rested for too long
I have paged through others’ notes, not written my own song
I have found excuses when I could’ve found the way
Saved me from discomfort when I could’ve saved the day
My heart aches for something more, adventure and an aim
Dreams of moving images, not pictures in a frame
I've a purpose waiting, and my patience has grown thin
Stories have no ending if they never do begin

03.26.2016

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Happily? Never! (...Laughter)

Each now and then, every once in a while
I catch up to happiness, muster a smile
I play like a possum, I’m dead like the night
I'm a part of the stillness, I give off a light
And the shine is enough to keep questions at bay
In the moment momentum has nothing to say
For my focus is only dispelling these notions
That I’m sometimes victim to red-faced emotions
That anger/embarrassment, either would claim me
The suns that have set would all rise up to blame me
And I’ve shouldered more than enough of my share
Accepted that life doesn’t plan to be fair
I have wrestled with truth, I've been pinned to the floor
I have swallowed the sea and I've choked on the shore
The explorer who lived where this settler dwells
Knows a tale or two, sadly though, tales he won't tell

03.21.2017

Saturday, March 11, 2017

As You Were(n't)

I dreamt of relevance, nightmares come true
Floor of the pond, not a swim
You be the church, be the organ, the pews
I'm an outdated prayer, an old hymn
I watch the rafters, like answers are falling
I act as though magic is real
Back when pretending was just all the rage
Back when dealers did nothing but deal
I called on opulence, waded in wonder
And dawn wasn’t “if”, it was “when”
Now I know better, I live in the letters
Truth is that some nights don't end
Some rains fall harder than others, and sometimes
The punishment outweighs the crime
Youth is all wasted on those who can't miss it
On those who still live in their prime

03.11.2017

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Pens Are Made For Writing

Devils make great bedfellows, if you dream of dying in your sleep
If the stones you cast carry no weight
Feather-light and frivolous
Free of fate (and other “finer” things)
Poor, simple pacing
Set by those with no fire in their lungs
Without a taste of the moments we should be drinking in
Just plug your nose and open the hatch
Down to the pit of your stomach, where every decision you will face is already made
Don’t tell me you know nothing of fate
Choices sleep much sounder than you think.

03.09.2017

Ready, Set, Grow

My heart sings of destiny, of shadows bathed in light Paths that form before my feet, and waiting out the night Journeys made for chosen...