"The world is but a blank canvas to the imagination."
~Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

People/Self

"Friends"

Is this the moment for goodbye?
Is this the time for sorrow?
Or is this the start of something knew
we believe in our hearts is tomorrow?

Alone we can do so well it seems
but when we all come together
we find there's no difference in our dreams
We can hold on to this forever

There's no goodbye to friends it seems
There's no goodbye forever
We'll see it through
We'll make it come true
It's all about sticking together

The world is a bitter place we know
and people in life will be parted
but joy comes from finding as we grow
we can go back to where we started

There's no goodbye to friends it seems
There's no goodbye forever
We'll see it through
We'll make it come true
It's all about sticking together


"Mother"

When I look back
To every time
You put a song
Into the day
I start to think
Of just how much
You cared
In every way
Your love for those
Whom to you dear
Is long
And gently flowing
A river through eternity
Forever deep
And glowing


"Guardian"

Beckon me, oh noble one
When my time has come to fight
I am guardian of your day
Maker of sweets in the night
Don't wave me away from tragedies
Stinging tears to the eye
Nothing shall bar myself to cease
Even if I should die


“On Becoming Myself”

One day I awoke
And didn't love anyone anymore
I cast aside my childish romance
That left me waiting at the door
Standing, waiting, rotting like time
That didn't matter anymore

One day I awoke
And didn't like reading anymore
I stripped the letters from volumes of pages
And threw my books to the floor
Searching, doubting, waiting for my own truth
To be revealed…no more

One day I awoke
And couldn't hear the bawdy people anymore
I made my tongue a sharp knife of thick slice
No longer a burdensome chore
No longer to watch, listen, submit to society
My mouth like a wrench no more

One day I awoke
And found myself no different than I was before
I stood on the edge of an imagined reality
And bounded the pelting waves of the shore
Leaping, triumphing, surfacing above
To come as the self I was before
…The same self I had been before

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