To be the beSt me I can be
That's what I strive for
Though there's 7 days in a week...
365 in a year...
I can not be divided into sections
Nor broken into pieces
I'm either for you, or against you
There, or I'm gone
No half stepping in my game...
Like food that should be served hot
I'm neither fulfilled, nor am I filling.
Makes it hard for some...
Those who think I should be grateful with what
they want me to have...
But then why tell me I can have anything I want??
So many now going through life unfulfilled
Not because they couldn't obtain the promise
But because they didn't think they deserved it...
Or that it woud ever come...
No, No half stepping in my game...
I am what I allow myself to be...
Not a footstool
Nor a step along the way
I am ME...
Designed for a purpose
Given to be cherished
A statement of self-awareness
A reminder that there should be
NO HALF-STEPPING
On a road so paved with worry
We see small men who choose to hurry
Detaching from the vows alike
Parting with their stable minds
And on their part we feel some pity
As if they cannot choose
To blend with streets and bustle on
To break upon the face of dawn
Told to reach or to aspire
Risen ranks with meat for hire
And granting wishes for and from
Those beyond beneath the thumb
But I say nay and scramble up
Stand upon the piled luck
For I will speak and soon be taken!
As not a child who is mistaken
If I think it, waves will rise
Space will rocket down the sky!
Gravity will breathe through me
And I will be triumphantly!
The world by then growing weary
Of stars that try to gather light
Eventual blink, trying to sink
As I try to become complete
And I float, above the blue
That's burning black and bubbling
As I've kept myself awake so long
I'm feeling like a vague response
Placed between the dirt and moon
I'm pulled like a man asunder
But a boy standing, tired eyes demanding
I feel a set of doze commanding
So I descend to snooze a bit
Not to those, I shan't retire
Simply napping, Z dispatching
I will return for a word worth catching
Yet until, the hero rests
A kid who's yet to fight against
With all potential so not unsteady
He'll ascend when he's good and ready.
Im not fit for this world and its sanity
All thats left is only vanity
Corrupting me
Forsaken me
Refusing to fall to that level
Burning brighter than i ever had before
Forgetting everything becoming even more
Breaking boundaries
No longer drowning
Refusing to burn in this hell
(chorus)
I will light the way, for my brothers to find
Give everyone serene peace of mind
Uncloud the hate
That is not my fate
Honor wont suffocate
No one knows whats truly going on
Faith humans, havent had in so long
Burn it all
Meaningless
Must be truth somewhere
Never follow anyone elses path
Find serenity never succomd to wrath
Blasphemous ways
The end of days
All this time I had to pay
(chorus)
It's hard to fly
when your wings are tied
by the thing they call life
It's hard to fly
when you got nothing
no matter how hard you try
It's hard to fly
when you can't know
or even understand why
It's hard to fly
when you're afraid
of even being so high
It's hard to fly
trying to be something
when you've lived a lie
It's hard to fly
when you can't really trust
and cut off every tie
It hurts to fly
because I don't even know
Whats up there in the sky
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Free to the Floor
He lies in a state of paralysis, where nothing moves
his eyes stay fixed on the floor, wanting more
two wheels attached to steel gets him around
pushed by an angel in white during the day
until she flys away leaving him in his dark domain
drifting away in the dark until the sun touches his face
Then he awakes, thinking hoplessly of another flightless day
where he sits and waits looking at the clock, like
a cat watches a bird from a window, helpless, but yet still
hopeful. The clocks hands begin to twist and bend,
creating a vision, go , move around, be free
like a thunderbolt in the sky, a surge of energy surrounds him
he lifts up both hands and feels vibrations within his feet
words cannot express, or repress the joy he feels
one leg on the floor, it sets him free, running towards
the horizon, nothing will ever stop him now
free of this disease, free of the pain, free of everything
then as he looks towards the sky, the clouds move out of the way
and words, like fire are scorched into his sight and into his mind
wake up, it's time, they say. So he does. Back in the darkness all alone.
The white angel walks in, she puts him in his two wheels of steel
she said, "I hope you know, that how you feels is what is real, now be free"
He lies in a state of paralysis where everything moves.
im smileing like theres nothing wrong with me im holding back my tears like theres nothing wrong with me at all but in side is a scared little girl but still im smileing like im fine your smileing back at me and im wondering if your hiding something as well im scared of falling in love with you becaus im scared of geting heart ive been heart so much but i know you ant like those othr guys i know you wont put your hands on me you might scream at me if you get mad at me but im hideing all of that in side so you cant see that im just a scared little girl in side you are an awsome gye but i have alot im holdig back becaus i am a scard little girl in side but thats something we are going to hafe to work on making me where im not a scare little girls even though im almost 17 im still scard in side but were going to hafe to brack down that wall and i think we will....
Unto what shall I liken my struggeled walk in life
Unto a breath without air
Gasping and grasping
For that which I can clearly see
And ever try to be
But like unto the shining stars
Of heaven’s glory above
They lie as would seem
High above my reach
Yet my hands are stretched heavenward
Unto what shall I compare the hope which I have for change
To the light of sun above the storm
Breaking through betimes
With the brilliance of gleam
And a glimpse of the dream
But even as the delicate flower
Of the desert plain
It withers and returns to the ground
Hidden once again from view
Yet my faith awaits the rains of spring
And what likeness portrays my will to go on
The waves of the wind driven sea
Ever striving to come ashore
Yet each time falling back
For gravity they lack
But like the shimmering beauty
Of the freshly fallen snow
Though it turns to grey and melts away
Yet is destined to come again
So also am I resolved to return in the season
And never surrender
Until seventy times seven
…Jeff Bresee
~~~ BEAUTIFUL EYES ~~~
(Armistice Sonnet)2005
He sees a way more beautiful than moonlight.
Bright, but not as daylight. Airman, lost at sea.
We must remember him, what he was and is:
fearless in the face of Fate. Purest courage.
Knowing Right must conquer—not just break even.
Unblinking gaze on us, his brave eyes still shine,
comforting focus warms with joys from heaven.
Our calm, the quiet, soft smile of his image.
Tears in silence drop to brimming, salty seas.
Our life grows old. Worn, unraveled sleeves hang free.
Our salute, "Present Arms!"--- tears from the sunlight.