Take My Hand

Your words invoke my daydreams, and on silent nights, I can hear you scream

Your thoughts are an entrance to my vision of everything

The tides low and the wind wails, wanting; wanting to ensnare the hope of lost seas

A guide to find everything that was lost in memories…a map of the centuries…

So will you go, will you travel, will you take my hand

Would you be at my side, would you take a dive, would you share my secret plans

Would you cover me, can you shelter me, my night times and my daydreams

Or would you bury me? Because deaths like a symphony…a chilling soliloquy

The grays of Sunday still call me to join them, a vision of past lives and lost friends

I pound on the Rock until the surface starts to bend…I can feel it giving in.

An open heart still has its pitfalls, so those of ill minds can take a stroll

They end up in pathways of turmoil, distress, and those catacombs…filled with like minds of long ago.

So will you go, will you travel, will you take my hand

Would you be at my side, would you take a dive, would you share my secret plans

Would you cover me, can you shelter me, my night times and my daydreams

Or would you bury me? Because deaths like a symphony…a chilling soliloquy

I never meant to, never tried to, but my actions speak, from a broken wing to warm spring to frozen street.

I can take the dive, I can fantasize that you’re there with me. But we both know that this broken road, never cared for me.

So I take a stand, I’m my own man, and I’m bound to be. More than infinity, your eternity, my own serenity…….

You won’t travel down a road that is nameless….you’re a boundary to your own happiness, but blameless

No need to explain why, the answers clear. Your heart contains, No morals, No faith, and No fear…

Packed Up 2

I left off with a private affair. Lonely man who took the drama rock bottom and the world doesn’t care

His experience is pain, and he doubled his share, like he pulled both ends until reality tears.

Let these images describe what was already there, he stares into oblivion, he’s really impaired

Confused; sought the knowledge and divided the clues, plenty, he felt ready and got battered and bruised

Let him walk down the aisle, is he ready to choose?  Guided by faith the Lord God filling his shoes

Putting in work, holding ground deep in the dirt, holding his dreams, squeezing until there aquamarine

Created a scene, stemming from bilateral pain, the seeds that he sows, the waiting, the harvest that came

The highs and lows, ideas that you highly oppose, that stay intense every minute the river flows..whoa

Maya2Verse3

I settled down on the hallowed ground veterans found
Wrote scriptures that'll flight, the minute I write.
Not many times can the upright and just in cause
Put limitations on the wicked in these concrete halls
Already set, A runway, concourse jets, and that pale horse rider with the first name death.
These are the times individuals rise and cities bomb
The battle leaves Middle Earth as written by John
I'm in a hail storm, the outcome? Written in tongues, claiming victory the same day I lost by one
Too many come, rejected when their entering home. Like that land that was paid for, The Blood of the Lamb.
Do what I can until my maker says "A job well done."
Very few will enter here, "I know, many will come"
I'm destined here by the prodigal son, until the seals open balancing drums
These are the Last Days, One...