Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Guilt
And its deep inside of me
Reflection of the past yields
Regrets in the present
There is this feeling that wont go away
And its deep inside of me
I never meant to hurt you,
Even when I did
It was my selfish nature
And my pompous pride
CreatinG that sorrow on your face
And its far too late to erase
But thank you.
Thank You for loving me anyway
There is this feeling that wont go away
And its deep inside of me.
My insecurities took over
I wanted you to love me
But so it seeMs that no amount of tussling can make someone love
And once you did it was too late
A compromise turned into a scar, unhealed
No bandage for this wound
There is this feeling that wont go away
And its deep inside of me.
When will I know that you care?
Why cant I show you I do?
I am of you
A life alMost surrendered
Selflessness defined
Selfishness refined
Lets let love take its course
It'll all mean nothing
If I dont say something
Before it all goes away
There is this deep feeling
Inside of me
Go Away
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Where Do Dreams Go?
I search for the manifestations of my deep desires
Within the shallow, emptiness of another’s heart
Wherein we both reside in dark void.
I hope with enthusiasm that somehow you have arrived
So that you may render me a ticket to the “peace station”
Which my spirit woman knows, you and I both have not found
I close my eyes and conjure up the image of who I want to be
Still just a tad bit unwilling to stir the latent motivation that lies within me
Thereby motivation escapes into the warped world between the concavity of the mirror and
the space in which I stand.
Where do dreams go?
Do they somehow vanish into particles of unbelief and strife?
Swept away into the nearby water?
A petite dam in between the cracks of the sidewalks the next young girl will walk on?
Deferred are dreams to those whose vision is obstructed by the veil
I long to hear THE loved ones permission to resume.
From where has this light arrived?
Is this the son light?
How full is man’s heart.
Beneath the veil, beyond the void.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Broken
What you see is a put together outside
Covering a shattered inside
And it is on the inside that you feel love
But love escapes me
I am Broken
Like a series of promises you made me
I had hoped you would keep the one where you said
"You'd love me no matter what"
But that was a matter of circumstance
I am Broken
The hardest thing for me to do is embrace you
But I want to
I'll stand by you or beside you
Whatever makes you feel whole
I am Broken
I sit still here
Helpless
With the urge to build
With no tools
And the hope to love
With no heartbeat
I am Broken
Where is this Master?
Does He live within?
I call on Him
Will He come in?
And mold me into someone to me?
Will he take the time to gather all of broken me?