as i stand staring off into the vast universe
i realize that i am nothing but a seed.
a seed blown by the wind to this very spot.
this spot where I now stand and grow.
there are millions of seeds, whats special about me?
i think that I shall grow into a tree
letting my branches dance into the sky.
with spring comes my birth
with summer my peak, fall my decline
and finally winter my death.
my roots shall grow deep into the soil
bringing me the nutrients that i need.
wonder what if this is a dream
maybe ill be a grass plant
and men shall toil their hours just to cut me down
water me and I shall flourish.
dont and I shall pass into a world of brown
many take pride in my color
but thats just foolish.
taking pride in something you didnt accomplish
claiming the prize of mother nature.
you aught to be ashamed of yourself.
but then again i might just be a weed
waiting to be sprayed with weedkiller
so i can shrivel up and die
I could be a million different things
i might not even be a seed at all
maybe just a brown pebble.
thrown into the stream by a small child.
or maybe I might be nothing
and neither are you.
maybe im just in my mind
and my mind is in your mind.
will I ever know?
maybe, but for now,
I just am.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
untold love
everything our eyes meet
baby, i can feel my heart skip a beat.
i look at you and smile.
but i have to live denile.
not knowing if i'm good enough for you
what is a lonely heart to do?
you're so beautiful it's true
oh girl if you just knew
the way i really feel
maybe i would be able to seal the deal
i just need to spill it all out
tell you what its all about
i cant speak when you come near
as if i am overcome with fear.
i wish it were easy
that i would not get queasy
i just need to tell you
that i love you
i wish it could come out like that
like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat
but that's not the way that life goes
im on a road that no one knows.
i wish that you could see
the way things could be
if i could just speak it out loud
instead i duck into the crowd.
i should just let myself shine through
and reveal how i feel to you
i just need to spill it all out
tell you what its all about
i cant speak when you come near
as if i am overcome with fear.
i wish it were easy
that i would not get queasy
i just need to tell you
that i love you
baby, i can feel my heart skip a beat.
i look at you and smile.
but i have to live denile.
not knowing if i'm good enough for you
what is a lonely heart to do?
you're so beautiful it's true
oh girl if you just knew
the way i really feel
maybe i would be able to seal the deal
i just need to spill it all out
tell you what its all about
i cant speak when you come near
as if i am overcome with fear.
i wish it were easy
that i would not get queasy
i just need to tell you
that i love you
i wish it could come out like that
like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat
but that's not the way that life goes
im on a road that no one knows.
i wish that you could see
the way things could be
if i could just speak it out loud
instead i duck into the crowd.
i should just let myself shine through
and reveal how i feel to you
i just need to spill it all out
tell you what its all about
i cant speak when you come near
as if i am overcome with fear.
i wish it were easy
that i would not get queasy
i just need to tell you
that i love you
short
you act like your light blue eyes
make you frivolous to lies.
but thats hardly the truth
you should look at yourself
from the point where i stand.
its a different view point
on your same reckless life"
make you frivolous to lies.
but thats hardly the truth
you should look at yourself
from the point where i stand.
its a different view point
on your same reckless life"
memories
The past reflects back
from time to time.
The only problem is that
sometimes its not mine.
The life of someone else
reflects into my pool of life.
Its as if I'm living
in another's shadow.
The great deeds that they committed
make me seem like an ant
struggling to make something on my own.
Building memories in life
is like ants building their hill
no one ant can do it on their own
It takes many to help it take shape.
No one memory should hold you back
live like a caterpillar after its cocoon is gone
spread your wings to the sky that is life
live free and enjoy life.
from time to time.
The only problem is that
sometimes its not mine.
The life of someone else
reflects into my pool of life.
Its as if I'm living
in another's shadow.
The great deeds that they committed
make me seem like an ant
struggling to make something on my own.
Building memories in life
is like ants building their hill
no one ant can do it on their own
It takes many to help it take shape.
No one memory should hold you back
live like a caterpillar after its cocoon is gone
spread your wings to the sky that is life
live free and enjoy life.
the world is not yours, you are the worlds
a boy
sits, staring off into the distance.
the setting sun slowly silhouettes him.
night comes and yet he still stares.
a man
walks, never stoping for a look
always just gives a quick glance
never seeing any of the details
an elder
lays, for his feet are sore
his days are growing short.
yet he does not worry.
a girl
looks, not at another but at herself.
the mirror is her best friend
she uses it to hide all of her pain.
.a woman
talks, her cell phone by her side.
gossip and lies spread like fire.
they make her feel stronger.
a family
apart, in all that they do
the dinner table is empty
they hardly know one another.
a community
complains, the grass is not green enough
making pety demands just to annoy
none of it really makes a difference.
a nation
debates, who will be a better leader?
attacking every small problem.
little things that shouldnt matter
a world,
split, different ideas cause hostile reactions
war and hate as far as one can see.
few are searching for peace
an insect
understands, the world is not his
but he belongs to the world.
he sees the beauty that is offered.
sits, staring off into the distance.
the setting sun slowly silhouettes him.
night comes and yet he still stares.
a man
walks, never stoping for a look
always just gives a quick glance
never seeing any of the details
an elder
lays, for his feet are sore
his days are growing short.
yet he does not worry.
a girl
looks, not at another but at herself.
the mirror is her best friend
she uses it to hide all of her pain.
.a woman
talks, her cell phone by her side.
gossip and lies spread like fire.
they make her feel stronger.
a family
apart, in all that they do
the dinner table is empty
they hardly know one another.
a community
complains, the grass is not green enough
making pety demands just to annoy
none of it really makes a difference.
a nation
debates, who will be a better leader?
attacking every small problem.
little things that shouldnt matter
a world,
split, different ideas cause hostile reactions
war and hate as far as one can see.
few are searching for peace
an insect
understands, the world is not his
but he belongs to the world.
he sees the beauty that is offered.
simple things that go unnoticed
simple things that go unnoticed
there are girls
who make guys feel like they need them
but in reality its them who needs him
he makes her feel complete
no longer an empty shell.
but still, she only cares for herself.
there are guys
who make people feel like theyve been used
but they're are only using themselves.
it makes them feel stronger
no longer a small man
yet, they still treat others as their tool.
there are children
who dont know how to keep their mouths closed.
always causing trouble wherever they go
it makes things more fun
no longer living boredom
yet, they still do as they are told.
there are dogs
who sit by there owner through thick and thin
but dont get the love that they deserve
always cheering them up
never ask for a thing
yet, they would appreciate a simple pat on the head.
theres a feeling
that makes everyone feel happy and full
but can make so many feel empty.
the feeling is love
no more hate left to share
yet, some do not even get a glance of it.
there are girls
who make guys feel like they need them
but in reality its them who needs him
he makes her feel complete
no longer an empty shell.
but still, she only cares for herself.
there are guys
who make people feel like theyve been used
but they're are only using themselves.
it makes them feel stronger
no longer a small man
yet, they still treat others as their tool.
there are children
who dont know how to keep their mouths closed.
always causing trouble wherever they go
it makes things more fun
no longer living boredom
yet, they still do as they are told.
there are dogs
who sit by there owner through thick and thin
but dont get the love that they deserve
always cheering them up
never ask for a thing
yet, they would appreciate a simple pat on the head.
theres a feeling
that makes everyone feel happy and full
but can make so many feel empty.
the feeling is love
no more hate left to share
yet, some do not even get a glance of it.
I am no Jesus
I cant help but to think
about all that Jesus said.
What he said about men of the world
and how cold their hearts are
Yet he loved them still
even if they didnt return the favor.
he was still their savior.
I want to be like him
forgiving of another's sins.
but i have my own problems
that keep me awake at night
and far away from that shining light.
What if I just took a stand
against all the cruelties of man
How would they outcast me?
If crucified blood would pour from my hand.
Though God is my father
I dont believe I could walk on water.
So I'll just leave the saving to him
and live my life for only me.
I hope that this does not make me cruel
I just wouldnt want to be abused.
So its best for me to avoid the fire.
Because I'm no Jesus, no God, no Savior.
about all that Jesus said.
What he said about men of the world
and how cold their hearts are
Yet he loved them still
even if they didnt return the favor.
he was still their savior.
I want to be like him
forgiving of another's sins.
but i have my own problems
that keep me awake at night
and far away from that shining light.
What if I just took a stand
against all the cruelties of man
How would they outcast me?
If crucified blood would pour from my hand.
Though God is my father
I dont believe I could walk on water.
So I'll just leave the saving to him
and live my life for only me.
I hope that this does not make me cruel
I just wouldnt want to be abused.
So its best for me to avoid the fire.
Because I'm no Jesus, no God, no Savior.
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