love lost

Rain

 

It’s raining again

Keeps coming down

Tears from my eyes

Hitting the groud


Rains a coming

I can’t stop it

My souls a waste

Without it’s mate.

 

Been through so much

In these last few months

Hearts grown closer

Just to be crushed.

 

Rains a coming

I can’t stop it

My souls a waste

Without it’s mate.

 

Don’t you know

You are the one

I thought it was clear

When we were alone.

 

Rains coming down

Won’t it ever stop?

My souls a waste

Just coming down now

Just a coming down.

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A song that is waiting on music. Soon

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Tsunami

Nails hammer their way through my temples,
I cannot sleep with these explosions in my mind.
There's an empty space behind me,
It follows me everywhere I go.
Through my heart is a rope that burns,
Dragged by my lover's ankle,
Naked across the razor blade shore.

Blood on my lips from the lack of a kiss,
Insomnia births paranoia,
I am midnights lonely son.
Feet that drag their way through the isolation of the city,
Keep moving forward, though the destination is unknown,
Behind me collects the emotions I've discarded,
Trying to move on to happier things.
Beneath the struggle I continue to look forward,
Behind me a tsunami washes me away.

Love has become a word without meaning,
Underrated and overused, lost across the tides.
To struggle and survive is true strength and devotion,
Even if touch is lost, becoming a distant memory.
Pain inside is only temporary,
The rope that burns is the passion that binds us.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes the struggle to move forward can make you forget what you've left behind. And the things you hoped you had buried can come back and get you.

no more to let go

a smile so brite

through clouds,

you take my shadows you give them lite.

skin so soft 

such tender touch,

oh babe your lite gives so much.

 punnished to see you only in my sleep.....

price i pay,

like rays of l light 

on a cold grey day.

 feeling still flows 

from  heart torn blowen away,

so tender your touch

as softly laid snow

only your vision of light 

to realease my sorrow..................................................

 

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The Feeling

The Feeling

I get the feeling that I am losing you

I pray to Heaven above that it is not true

My heart is feeling hollow and weak

Your love I no longer have the energy to seek

So I sit here draining tears over you

Trying to figure out what to do

How do I get over the feeling you’re going to go?

If I could still live without you I do not know

But I get the feeling I will have to find out

I’m getting the feeling that there’s no doubt

I get the feeling that I am losing you

I pray to Heaven above that it is not true

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Buried In A Symmetry

Buried In A Symmetry

I am buried in the middle of a symmetry

Every day and night is the same

I hope you will talk to me again

But you do not even speak my name

The words you wrote to me at one time

Use to make me grin like a foolish boy

But now it is different without you

What use to bring me pain you now use to bring me joy

If I just could know if you even miss me

Now that I am no longer there

It would make this pain I feel deep inside

A little more capable for me to bear

I know that I should stop and move on now

And forget about the past with a gad

But it is so hard to move on and forget

Leaving behind the very best friend I ever had

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Love Hate Relationship

Feels like I’m being tore in two. As that creature of habit wears into you.
Same shit, day in and day out. Nothing changes with pleasure or shout.
The days go by and you’re still the same. Drowning your thoughts with electronic chains.
“Relax, relax, relax, I just want to relax.” You’ve been ‘relaxing’ for days, you’re driving me insane.
The light from your screen blurs what you see. Nothing around you is clicking up stream.
You torture me with your sloth, and pride. I've never loved and hated someone so much.
I don’t want perfect. I don’t need perfect.
I need peace. Peace of mind you’ll help when I need. That you’ll be aware of the scene. That you know what’s at stake. That I know you are headed for your dreams, instead of you making me want to pull my hair out and scream.
But all you do is sit and wait. Make a move, show that you’re true.
Don’t wait for me to leave you behind, wishing I hadn’t given you a second of my time, for you to turn around and learn what you had to do, when this whole time I have been telling you.
Your games, your internet, it’s all a drug, and you don’t even know you’re addicted.
Saying others are scumbags because of their need, while blocking yours out by the lights of that goddamn screen.

Scratch

Scratch

Babe every time that we part

You leave another scratch on my heart

What am I to do when it gets too much?

Am I to leave or keep using your love as a crutch?

Now do not get me wrong my love for you is true

If I was to lose it, I do not know what I would do

But when I really need your love you are never there

Am I just too heavy a burden for you to bear?

I know I ask for to much when I ask for your love

A broken hand does not deserve a velvet glove

Still I love you though I know it is wrong

Inside of your world, I know I do not belong

But still Babe every time that we part

You leave another scratch on my heart

introduction to, "THIS OLDE MAN"

"sometimes we get broken in our spirits and we end up walking down the wrong road for 14 years and get off
track with God which causes him to put our soul back in Kindergarten but its better then being kicked out altogether.
at first i was embarrassed but no point in being grown acting like a child if no one benefits from it.
took me awhile to accept the fact that-people aren't different in God's eyes, we are all just
communicating on different levels with him and sometimes it looks like some of our inner beauty is
missing but maybe its just stuck in slow motion and we need God's help to strengthen that piece before
letting it out."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

accepting heaven's divine love steadily day by day.

remains of the sun.

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tragedy

So as it ends,
the sun slips down
into my dark heart,
And closes like a pocket
I see nothing but darkness
but feel your warm glow
As I remember us
And as others take root
And cover ours with vines
Fear not,
Your memory remains.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Original thought,

As the sun slips into my heart like a pocket and closes
I see nothing but darkness but feel the warmth of you inside me as I remember us no matter what the memory remains.

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