What I see and what your eyes see
Could be a memory
Of what we've seen and all we've done
Of All that has and is to come
memories sometimes stain our minds
And in time and only time we find
our purpose or risk we call a future
time is life's gracious suitor
Send me dafodils and sunflowers on a random day
Making the fear and doubt of the changes drift away
To a place where both our eyes see the same memory
To a place where both minds do see and find to be nothing more than an adventure
In time we find lifes greatest contender.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
When you told me to go write I didn't think my soul could keep up
but it was when I chose to overanalyze I'd realized I was running with a half full cup
i wanted so badly what I thought I should and learned in wanting so bad that having that I never would
People desire what others don't have just to prove heart enough to mainatin having it.
Like a monthly bill loving has turned into
we expect another soul to accept and overlook so much however in ourselves we find we wouldn't even accept what we present
In old souls we find minute pieces of ourselves that we love more than the pieces we wouldn't have noticed without them. and In that we find a new segment of peace with ourselves and new nakedness of soul that we choose to accept. Time don't leave yet and if you do choose to leave the clues behind of what you think i'll need to be my vitamin please leave honesty and truth on an altar for me and my past; small enough to fit in our purse and big enough to never run out of things to imagine. In that you would be the best moon one could see the best wish a star could bring.
but it was when I chose to overanalyze I'd realized I was running with a half full cup
i wanted so badly what I thought I should and learned in wanting so bad that having that I never would
People desire what others don't have just to prove heart enough to mainatin having it.
Like a monthly bill loving has turned into
we expect another soul to accept and overlook so much however in ourselves we find we wouldn't even accept what we present
In old souls we find minute pieces of ourselves that we love more than the pieces we wouldn't have noticed without them. and In that we find a new segment of peace with ourselves and new nakedness of soul that we choose to accept. Time don't leave yet and if you do choose to leave the clues behind of what you think i'll need to be my vitamin please leave honesty and truth on an altar for me and my past; small enough to fit in our purse and big enough to never run out of things to imagine. In that you would be the best moon one could see the best wish a star could bring.
blurred windshield of the past
On this blurred windshield of the past we find excuses for the way we are.
We justify we deny and we accept all that was and all that is; and find in our flaws a reasoning for why it and we turned out the way we did. We sing songs and read books about the future we wanted and the past that was our future. We grew wanting this fairytal of unrealism and find yet again reasonings to justify it; In that we just weren't supposed to turn out that way. We try and find daily signs that tell our hearts and piece of mind the life we have is the life we're supposed to. We beg some higher power for a sign that we're on the right path; we bend over backwards and around for approval because if we didn't what rebels we would be.But in the smallest corner of our heart is the brightest the one that says I don't give a fuck and thats our safe haven for the moments when we feel most alone; our strength in the world we created is that we are the one and only sign of approval and the one and only one who could of created such a great life for ourself to live in and such a glorious future that we will bring to ourselves. Look in the eyes of those whom you want to agree with your desire and method and know that some tiny particle of what you believe in they won't; now close your' eyes and know that in doing that you've accepted your' past is times to keep your future is yours to seek. And as always say to yourself if all were the way it weren't my heart would be unwise my soul would be unburnt.
We justify we deny and we accept all that was and all that is; and find in our flaws a reasoning for why it and we turned out the way we did. We sing songs and read books about the future we wanted and the past that was our future. We grew wanting this fairytal of unrealism and find yet again reasonings to justify it; In that we just weren't supposed to turn out that way. We try and find daily signs that tell our hearts and piece of mind the life we have is the life we're supposed to. We beg some higher power for a sign that we're on the right path; we bend over backwards and around for approval because if we didn't what rebels we would be.But in the smallest corner of our heart is the brightest the one that says I don't give a fuck and thats our safe haven for the moments when we feel most alone; our strength in the world we created is that we are the one and only sign of approval and the one and only one who could of created such a great life for ourself to live in and such a glorious future that we will bring to ourselves. Look in the eyes of those whom you want to agree with your desire and method and know that some tiny particle of what you believe in they won't; now close your' eyes and know that in doing that you've accepted your' past is times to keep your future is yours to seek. And as always say to yourself if all were the way it weren't my heart would be unwise my soul would be unburnt.
poison Ivy
This interpretation of what I had expected and what is is poison Ivy.
Burning growing and hard to get rid of yet in this I find the strongest strength my insight and soul could of needed which in all reality was my escape. I escape daily behind these eyes to a world of consistent down pours of warm hearts; the kind you can actually feel in your chest; And at the same time feel like a cheater in the relationship of self doubt and hopefulness. What is it that you believe in every day or that is your drug that give yourself in the morning to make the day go by faster if not in a blur; the drug that makes you not remember is poision ivy of the imagination. It hurts and makes your brain itch for productivity and purpose. It gets bundled like a blanket in the midst of a nightmare; but we're too caught up in the night and sadly numb due to slumber to fix it.You wake up the next day knowing you're going to do the same thing that you did yesterday but what if you didn't. You wouldn't die; you'd feel as if there was a physical hole in your chest where the tightening when you get too stressed out builds; It's poison Ivy of you'r ability to have hope. In this unchanging and sometimes routine daily life find one thing you didn't do the day before and step over the poision ivy of you not believing that you'd have as much fun as your realistically did in being the risk taker you weren't going to be when you got in the car today and drove to all the same places you went the day prior. You're lack of belief in change is the worlds poison ivy. We all suffer and we all find a cure at different times and in different ways the meaning of this world is discovered and in that the cure for diversity is found. Green and blue the colors of the globe in pictures the colors of the green plant poison Ivy and the color of the water that makes it grow.
Burning growing and hard to get rid of yet in this I find the strongest strength my insight and soul could of needed which in all reality was my escape. I escape daily behind these eyes to a world of consistent down pours of warm hearts; the kind you can actually feel in your chest; And at the same time feel like a cheater in the relationship of self doubt and hopefulness. What is it that you believe in every day or that is your drug that give yourself in the morning to make the day go by faster if not in a blur; the drug that makes you not remember is poision ivy of the imagination. It hurts and makes your brain itch for productivity and purpose. It gets bundled like a blanket in the midst of a nightmare; but we're too caught up in the night and sadly numb due to slumber to fix it.You wake up the next day knowing you're going to do the same thing that you did yesterday but what if you didn't. You wouldn't die; you'd feel as if there was a physical hole in your chest where the tightening when you get too stressed out builds; It's poison Ivy of you'r ability to have hope. In this unchanging and sometimes routine daily life find one thing you didn't do the day before and step over the poision ivy of you not believing that you'd have as much fun as your realistically did in being the risk taker you weren't going to be when you got in the car today and drove to all the same places you went the day prior. You're lack of belief in change is the worlds poison ivy. We all suffer and we all find a cure at different times and in different ways the meaning of this world is discovered and in that the cure for diversity is found. Green and blue the colors of the globe in pictures the colors of the green plant poison Ivy and the color of the water that makes it grow.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Daily dosage of hope
The hope of an unresponsive love of a gleam of hope yet again appears. Your' no longer angry at what you once believed in for all it did not live up to be or for wasting time and the slight chance of wishing on a dandelion doesn't seem so risky.Take in these days as if you never should have been given them;breathe that air as if you were just given lungs and let the cold shock sink down past your heart down to your toes were your step than becomes lighter because you have nothing to not believe in. And you aren't making false accusations of what the day may give you because upon wishing you surrendered to the negativity that yesterday brought. Open your lids taller than you ever have before in fear that they may get stuck for in doing this you will find peace at heart and your daily blessing will be time.
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