Day Break

Come day break I will be no more
I will have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness has swallowed me whole

Come day break there will be no sound
The sounds have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness is silencing

Come day break i will be no more

Silenced by breathlessness
No more to be heard
No more to be seen

Devoured and purged into the never ending darkness

Blossoms

Blossoms adore the Rain
The Rain enjoys nurturing the Blossoms
Blossoms desiccate to have Rain
Wither
Admit you care for the rain.
Admit it!
This is why you dry up
Oh you destructive fool!
Why must the Blossoms know not?
Only to dabble in the work of the evil sweltering sun
Blossoms have but a few days to live
The Blossoms have been taught
Train yourself!
Learn from the heat
Learn from the Rain
Learn from your own blossoms
Blossoms must learn to hurt
Blossoms must learn to live

Find You

Matthew 7:8
“For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”

Something we strive for
Something we long for
Something we hope for

Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one

Perceive the wisdom
Perceive the sanctity
Perceive the yearning

Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one

Celebrate the rush
Celebrate the sighs
Celebrate the meager

Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one

Way Off Far

I want to feel you
I want to know you

Why can’t you see me?
The way I see you?

Can you show me the way to the gates of the living?
Can you show me the way to the land of the lost?
Can you teach me the word that I need to say so that I can see you again?

I hear the clock tick
I hear the winds raging

Why can’t we stop time?
Why can’t you whisk me off my feet?

Can you show me the way to the realm of dreams?
Can you show me the high way that leads to the end?
Can you teach me to never let go of all that will come to be?

I see the bright lights
The bright lights of rapture

Why can’t you help me?
Why can’t you see me way off far

Can you show me the way to the place of light?
Can you show me the way to the soft touches?
Can you teach me to love the way you do so I can see myself again?

I'm Not

He doesn’t see you
He doesn’t recognize you
Losing control

Others may have insight
Others want to be true
Gone with him

Lost in the skin
Lost in the eyes
He is leaving

He is clear as the sun
He is the essence of exhilaration
Lost in the Gospel

Hurried is the sentiment
Hurried is the existence
He takes time

He lives in you
He fastens his heart in yours
Hurried is hers

Where are you?
Where is he not?
HE is right there

HE is love
HE will know
Where am I?

Chains

All of the childhood insecurities of old come to rise
The curvature of it all immortalized by photographs
Adolescence is the absence of an adult frame of mind but isn’t a it a pity; adulthood is cursed with out an adolescent frame of mind
Adequately suffering to consequences of choices knot to me
Now questions of a new path arise
Above us all are stars and from them all which shall we choose?
The wise will choose slowly but the fool will grab at the brightest at first glance

Are we all slaves to our own bondage?

Break the chains
Please!

Breaking the Cycle

I.

Falling through the dark ring is never enough
Falling into the dark ring, now that’s a different story
Scrapping on the surface of the ring is where it starts
Scrapping on the bedside were dreams take place is where it ends
Passing through the ring is heavenly
Being within the ring is devilishly unsatisfying

II.

I banish you from all
From the depths of my body, mind, and soul you must be gone
I forbid you to be alive any longer
From you there is no joy; only heartache, pain, and self-loathing
I will be restored
From the restoration will be self-gratitude, kindness, and an image I once called my own
I will restore myself with He who has been, is, and will forever be known throughout the ages
From me will be a life beautifully lived