Weeping Souls

Weeping Souls

Our roads we travel, lost minds were aware ever since..
The dawn of time has passed again.
Here I behold neither friend nor foe,
I’m frightened, yet protective, of this weeping soul.
From the echoes far beneath, I hear laughter that chills my heart
I’m drawn to the cusp, like he wanted us, and cast my body into the sunshine dust.
I land in a river that’s neither young nor old, neither hot nor cold,
Yet I still feel the presence of this weeping soul.
The wind starts to stir so I look toward shore
The clanging of metal hanging leads me close…closer than I have been before
Clothed with honor I demand to know the score
I howl at the wind and pray that He searches within,
And sees the true me at my core.
I’ve aged through time and the wind has taken its toll
The night sky still shines while the distant thunder rolls
To think of magnificence is to reach one’s silent goals
But to touch, oh, to touch…and heal those weeping souls.

I See Blind

Take this pain from whence it came

Long winding road that lies beneath the warrior’s eye

Try and try, but we both know that there is more

We take our full force and break like leaves upon the shore

More, More! This exquisite test of human frailty sells me.

Rape me, torture me, and impale me! My wits, this time, my hope, will never fail me

Upon the scenic river, we turn our visions to a slanderous gray

Upon this day, we are men, and our convictions do not stray

Upon this moment in time, the blind fade with eyes as wide as the sea

And I agree, there’s nothing new, nothing that holds true, no me, no us, no you

I’m alive! Oh yes! I’m alive….so I seek to help with knowledge gained.

You have a passion for humanity, but you realize the world around you hasn’t changed.

These barren plains that reside in the mind of those you hold high.

From the inscription, through conviction, They couldn’t find a place for water to reside.

Can I be a guide, when the hands I hold are brittle and worn?

Lose yourself, everything else, and my wings will shelter you through this storm.

Whomever You May Be

Whomever you may be

There was a woman who was dear to me; a woman, who made life very clear to me

And I love her, that woman, whomever she may be.

From France to New York City to Lauderdale-by-the-Sea, my love will never end

Whoever you may be.

Let my words take flight, an impression better than Picasso or Van Gogh’s Starry Night

I’ll never let go, I’ll win this fight, this is a day to make things right.

Whomever you may be.

You take my heart and make things brand new, from the start, you had my heart

And my love burns true. You, my queen, to describe what you mean to me, the world around me

The air I breathe, I love you!

Whomever you may be

Let this feeling ease, let take hold of each other and show them what love means.

No problems, no pain, no sorrow, just us, two lovers in the breeze, Yes come with me my soul,

Whomever you may be

WHY

WHY

We prance, we dance, we evade…. we sing, we laugh, we cry over the mundane

Why does this hope feel like a precarious cliff, why does it feel like I’m fulfilling the “ifs”

Why darling, why, did this love find its way home? And since love’s been gone, has it weakened? Has it grown?

Eternal we’ll last, time has no hold on us. It was us before it begun, we’re whole, when together we’re one.

I’m determined to write myself upon thy soul. To build you, mold you, back to the old you. Trust in me my dear, my direction is unblemished. I encourage you to enjoy life, and have the things that you relish.

It’s time for a new dawn, a new view, time for you to see colors in different hues. It’s time to make a choice, and you know what to choose…To see that smile I hold so dearly, to look forward, to a new you…

A Cure So Easy

A Cure So Easy

I’m in need, in need of hope

I cannot cling to the first thing I see

Because a cure so easy, is not for me

Through a meticulous search, I head in the right direction

In tow, not a foe, but the right protection

What I neglect to put first is what I need the most

Please save me from myself I need a Heavenly Host.

I’m in need, in need of hope

I cannot cling to the first thing I see

Because a cure so easy, is not for me

Swaying like a boat tossed in the midst of a storm

Filled with my own deception, I’m swallowed by youth

Through time and enough grace, I’m sent back on my stroll

With enough armor and weapons to protect my soul.

I’m in need, in need of hope

I cannot cling to the first thing I see

Because a cure so easy, is not for me

I cannot cry or shed a tear, this harvest is mine

I know that the healing will come in time

Longsuffering a stretch, to persevere through pain

These tribulations build character, just call His name!

Jesus, I need you to be my hope

Jesus, I have the faith that’s desired of most

Jesus, I thank you because you died for me

Your grace, your grace Lord is enough for me

Jesus, I need you so the joy can last

Jesus, I thank you for forgiving my past

Jesus, walk with me and guide my way

Jesus, I praise your name today!

Blue Eyes

Blue Eyes

This special day, how do I describe...the depth, the voice, the love I see…In those blue eyes

The conveyance of happiness, joy, affection, and hope, yes I see the hope.

No need to worry this day darlin’, it yours… whatever those blue eyes decide

You rule this day, it’s your design.

Is it heaven this time, pretty blue eyes? Or will you enjoy the world; I guess we’ll find out in time.

So here’s a toast, to whatever you desire, your gaze that I admire can set the world on fire.

I can only imagine the reflection, in those pretty blue eyes…the emotion when they’re wet

The clarity when they’re dry.

Please don’t ask, because I cannot deny

Anything that is requested…by those pretty blue eyes.

Creativity Peaks

Creativity peaks

Creativity peaks as these malnourished breathe their underwater life stream.

A dream with highs and lows twist and turns burns in the eyes of those who sin.

Fellow kin analyze the friendly skies as I watch mythical creatures fly by.

One says “ride the blue stallion”, so I board.... and we cascade away deep in these

Dark mountain caves where servants become masters and rich men become slaves.

Poets hang graven images from their walls and our steps for mankind won’t faze them at all.

So as I burrow down in this hurt and sullen town, I seek the things which we lost… they’re now found.

Someday the world will quote me as the one who freed the children’s sound.

The one found, those who once frowned, grieved, been imprisoned, but now are unbound.

Time capsules are overflowing, and only way to stop where we are heading is to determine where we’re going.

The metropolitan of heaven is descending and fast growing. In other words we let go of the things we

cherish and love holdin’. Silence is a sickness, but they say it’s golden. So I repent and Lord I apologize,

and ask that you still open up the skies and see the real me and know what I left behind was a disguise.....