broken... spoken... mind is reeling... not sure what i'm feeling... little to the left... little to the right... go go go, fight fight fight... there is always a spinning in my head... fully alive, not yet dead... the drift, the dream, the movie screen... the light flickers as the reel ends... what is the next scene? Where is my next dream... I think of days gone by... the memories... i laugh, i cry... the soft sliver of moon lights my way through the darkest night... i walk alone... i wait for sight... a whisper, kiss, or soft caress... i wait for my love, nothing more, nothing less... i'm on the outside, i'm looking in, i can see through you... see your true colors... the song on the wind it drifts lazily through the night sky... i have looked for you... searched for you... and yet it feels like you are just out of reach... the puzzle shifts and changes... what will the future hold... ever changing... ever moving... dreams... spasms... mountaintops... chasms... life, death... suffocation, breath... my mind wanders as i meander along my way, the memories of time haunt me like great dark knights, do the look for impending doom? or are they just travelers along the path like me, hoping beyond hope that i mean them no threat as they mean me none... aren't we all just vagabonds... moving back and forth... shifting, shaking, moving, quaking... a reality that can change in the wing movement of a hummingbird... we all seek something... bullet wounds and battle scars... battle born, battle bred, and when i die i will be battle dead....
Shifting, pulling, twisting it changes
Life has no constant, other than constant rearranges
We live, we die, we laugh, we cry
And when our time is done, we pray we fly
But what is it? What do we strive to find?
Sanctuary, Solitude, or just some peace of mind
On razors edge, or facing a wall
I move back and forth, just trying not to fall
the course is set, sail by the star
the end of the world is never too far
My mind seems to be just moving, I've got about 5 different things I'm writing on, and I just cant seem to concentrate on one, in that, I feel good to be writing again. It seems as if everything seems to want to get out at once, from spiritual beliefs, to poems, songs, a book(or two, strictly fiction stuff, let's just say i have very vivid dreams and have been trying to organize them) So, in that, I am just a little all over in the thought pattern field, but it feels good to be getting it out... yup yup
jagged pieces, twisted and bent
broken, rusted, battered and spent
the wicked mass of broken glass
could i walk on heaven's grass
in the darkness i could see the light
in that i got lost in the midst of the fight
the dreams they come from haunted past
how much longer could this nightmare last
i want to dream of fields of green
like i have seen on movie screen
the waft of lilies on the air
i hope i pray there's time to spare
my heart is heavy, my brow is wet
in that i know that battle yet
it's time to come and i shall stand
to march across the barren land
my steel shall strike with grace and speed
to what accord my heart will heed
a place of beauty, a place of peace
a place where weapons, death and war will cease
a field where children dance and play
the sun will shine and i will say
I thank you for this live I live
And all to you my soul I give
when at last i lay me down
i pray my soul is heaven bound
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