The more I know of Love
the less I know of me.
The more I live of Life
the greater the mystery.
The more I measure Time
the faster she flees.
We all try through the years to make things right Setting aside our own hearts desires for the good of others The years pass and we siphon out what happiness we may Because its a cruel, cruel world The only truth is struggle Though the passage of time pales the path upon which we staggered None of it was ever easy A best, a killing joke They never spared the yoke For those who had a dream We've all been, at some point Upon these blood stained knees Screaming, for a blessing PLEASE, PLEASE (please me) Yearning for the lessons of success Only wanting to be the best Wanting it all Here Now Forever
Hold steady
Persistence and a positive attitude will carry you through Even when dawn seems so far away The newly born day will always come If you can just hold on Wait for the light Hold steady It can't always be night
Only You
I went to the country
Looked up at the skies
At all of those stars
They seemed to burn so bright
I thought only of you
Felt the pulling, this yearning deep inside
Knowing instantly
It was you
Only ever you
Always you
Nothing before
Nothing after
Nothing in the inbetween
Only you
All I ever knew
Was all that ever mattered
Searching for meaning
When meaning was home
I should have just trusted
All I had ever known
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Well, the world has taken all I have
So there’s literally nothing left
She’s bleeding me dry
I’m cast aside, left bereft
But yet I keep laughing
Tell me, in earnest
What is the joke?
I’m penniless, soon to be homeless
No magic genie to solve my situation, can I evoke
But I’m loved and I’m thought of
So for much more I can’t ask
These things we are “losing” are just material
And there’s nothing that, forever, lasts.
Conditional. Conditioned.
Freedom (supposed) in all things
The crux of what is truly wanted
The nature of this human desire
to look away from that….from them….which cause discomfort
Lock up truth in tall towers
Though this freedom be the desire
There’s much to be said
For the futility of imprisoning those
Already locked inside their own heads
Hidden society
Wine them, dine them
A well dressed table
Hides a multitude of sins
Dry your tears on the corner of the tablecloth
Whilst the wine causes their gaze to swim
Keep your grimace of a smile, plastered on
Until the last taxi pulls away
You are always the hostess
You always win
Labour of love
Sow your seeds in silence
Diligently digging, deep down in dirt
Without expectation
Without bated breath
May beauty grow with patience
Lest haste be met with death
You can’t
You can’t stop a fire burning
You can’t stop the tide from turning
You can’t stop the yearning for change
Polite society.
This undercurrent of vague niceties
That aren’t so vague
Those platitudes of the ilk of “we’re fine”
“Everything is ok”
Scream-whisper of hidden, heavy meaning
While their glassy eyed smiles, though wide
Split at the sides
And you know “things” are anything but ok
Yet evermore, the court of common courtesy holds sway
We continue, on and on
Bursting at the seams of polite society
With each passing day
.
There’s a little of you left in me.
It never went away.
It hid behind blood and bone.
digging deeper until
In my very essence
It found a home
How can something so small swallow up so much of a life?
