people listen to what appeals. friends to what they must. lovers to what is. God to what shall become…so never live life like its your last breath but rather your first in gifted time
wanting more
how do i overcome these demons
i wrestle
to become a life impacting vessel?
so hard it is to lift people out
of their sinking sand
when i have yet to find my
own solid ground to stand
etched in my skin marks a
time i wish was not
symbolizing how my crippling
mistakes cant be forgot
no matter how much good i try
to paint over it
there was good in my life and i
just want to recover it
ive paved my past with fire
and broken lives
is it too late to reconstruct my soul
to be a hope used guide?
all this feeling down serves to
remind me
that there is a high point that
has a place for me
living in time
im living in a time i cant forget
searching for a known secret
i hold not to any regret
so i may live my life and keep it
the memories prove i have grown
scars share only that i have known
a time past the one i thought couldnt be shown
chasing dreams not my own
so now im standing in yesterday’s decision
trying not to relive the same vision
as each day brings a new incision
upon my ways of moving upon only wish’n
Learning curve
I turn regrets into lessons learned
as each step foreward is hard earned
but when does a student graduate
how many times must i clear the slate?
hard to recover from my knees
with my past always crushing down on me
now crawling in a flurried panic
words of wisdom lost in the static
transmitting a confused confession
no wonder people can’t understand my descression
to not take part of what I’ll soon destroy
even if that means my heart will never enjoy
the simplicity of love that i could win
instead of this life filled of ‘what could have been’…
Frustrated
Anger surfaces to my fingertips
leaving prints to all my sins
screaming at the world to come to grips
venting the battle within
trying so hard to keep clean
as the flip side I continue to fall behind
my life looks like a murderscene
only now its the victim that hard to find
unable to clean the mess with dirty hands
smearing a blend of a bad event
slipping so much I’m forgetting how to stand
is this the only thing my birth was meant
who is to benifit from all the negitivity
as one who jumped into a whirlwind
nothing to sprout from an unsettled seed
try closing your eyes if your considered a friend
you’ll see more then what my heart does
for my only hope is to have hope find a way
into my prayers pleading to the JUDGE
that good times wont rest in peace to a past day…
