Yeux Verts
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
To see God's face
I want nothing more than to go find a vacant, snow-covered field to stand in. There I would plant my feet on crystal covered ground, stare up at the majestic peaks and gape in awe at the powerful mountains. With sparse moonlight to fill the crisp air, I would breath in deep the prickly cold air and stare up at the heavens until I could see God's face in the eyes of the stars.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Feeling Lost & Confused
Somebody save me for I can't sleep
Tossing and turning
Praying my soul to keep
Monday, November 19, 2012
some very rough draft poetry
Someone come run away with me
In the shadows of life we'll be
Turning love into our grave
Living enough to never save
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
"Turn to Stone"
by Ingrid Michaelson
Let's take a better look
Beyond a story book
And learn our souls are all we own
Before we turn to stone
Let's go to sleep with clearer heads
And hearts too big to fit our beds
And maybe we won't feel so alone
Before we turn to stone
And if you wait for someone else's hand
You will surely fall down
If you wait for someone else's hand
You'll fall, you'll fall
I know that I am nothing new
My words might not seem to you
But brother how we must atone
Before we turn to stone
Thursday, October 18, 2012
The 151st Rule
Overthinking will ruin you. Ruin the situation, turn things around, make you worry, and just make things worse than they really are.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Untitled
Started August 2011
Revised October 2012
Revised October 2012
Starlight faded into sunrise
and there arose that wholesome soul,
richly robed in naught but his truths
he 'crept in through the carvéd door.
There he wandered across the way
yonder and hence, staining the walls.
He pressed his touch with every beat
Escaped his breath on every vein
and there he did brandish his mark,
claiming the heart to call his own.
She awoke not sure of the morn
her halls encroached with ghostly wounds.
But there at the way her door did sway
the gate gaping open to the worms.
But no trace of the frightful night
did float upon her injured breast.
Left to wander about the scarred corners,
for light did press upon her cheek,
she pushed away the loathsome past,
and lit the gloom to find the lost.
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