Roots

where does it begin

is there even ever an end?

a start stop sharp turn and we're in

this, is another story a trail

we began but we didn't know it would fail

or have we forgotten the road less traveled?

with the rocks and the roots and we stumbled

but we grew and we were humbled 

and we learned. I miss my roots.

there should have never been

we could have never been 

but i would have never learned my lesson

can you answer my questions?

I mean all my questions

like why there's a moon or the sun

why my sides ache when i run

hard. I could have been your one

and she may be just for fun

but i need to hear my gut

i need to trip on the roots

and scrape my knees on the rocks

and feel the sweat bead up on my forehead.

Fresh earth feels cool in my palms

and I calm and I listen

I let nature teach me my lesson

Then once i'm battered and torn

and bruised and worn I'll be whole again.

forgive me my friend,

and may our paths lead us both to a better end

Unknown

sometimes the wind carries a calmness

can we call it an honest, attempt

to soothe the soul

so we can keep carrying on

i see you up there

on the edge of your seat

can it be, that we will become

our own worst enemies?

you know, an answer would be nice

sometimes just a simple sign would suffice

but nonetheless i see suffering

still lingering in the darkness of night

but this time we'll find time

to not mind the discomfort

and to still our quivering lips,

and to remind ourselves that we were built for this.

amidst the mess we must be ready for forgiveness

and for selflessness and a sense of justice

and what it means to have sacrifice

and if friendship is not what really counts then who are we

to say what really matters in life

who are we to judge who lives and who dies?

who are we to say why the stars really shine?

who are we to confirm or deny the creator of time?

who are we to commit murder and call it the will to survive?

who are we?

Hamlet

a dark winter night

never felt such a fright

the look in your eyes

it turned me pale white

so i'm ready to fight

and i think that i might

be right in my mind

but it feels like the time

is lagging behind

and you know what you did

but that's not even it.

you just don't give a shit

and i'd bet that you'd get

a huge lump of coal

if you met St. Nick

do you feel that yet?

that pain in your chest?

i'm glad that you left

you failed the one test

take look at yourself

and forget about the rest

because i'm on to you now

you incestuous clown

i'm not about to bow down

you don't deserve the crown

mother how could you!?

mother why would you!?

you knew this man

i thought he meant something to you?

stabbed through the thread

a sheet stained red.

morning thereafter

my love's dad lay dead

and so they said

off to england

like a kid sent to bed

but what he meant

was off with his head

i returned to find out

that she'd gone and drowned

but i loved her much more

then i had ever let on

oh this show has be going too slow

i'm getting the feeling that the chance to grow old

has passed me by, and now it is time.

drank from the cup, her spirit went up

slashed with the tip, it took me a bit.

forgiveness on a whim, same fate for him.

and with my uncle at his end, my father's avenged.

Stay

i'm not sure if i miss

you or the feeling i'd get

when we shared a kiss.

i miss the bliss

the supreme happiness

but i carry the fire

i hold the flame

could we go on forever this way?

Heart to heart, my love cut short

by a high wall, it kept us apart.

i met you, i thought

i think, too much

so it seems i sing

my melody rings

brings memories

of us and it stings

sometimes, somedays

i'm so afraid.

so whisper and say

"it'll all be ok

today's a new day

and when the sun comes up

i'll love you the same"

Moon light

moon light

spilled shadows, onto mine

and all over her eyes

while trying

to fill, in what might

crack. careful caught

you are, cut right through the line.

melt mine, melt mine.

an empty dark white

canvas made too

rigid. still she

somehow broke through.

shattered water

sharpened so smooth

she never felt it

i never knew you.

her lies

stay stinging, into sight

while heart flutters, feed my fright

mistimed

her jump, off that height.

fell, got lost

now i've, forgotten what it's like.

melt mine, melt mine.

Guide Me

it's your wrong doing. you misplaced

my lovely light hearted lively focus.

and i want to believe, you're still a part of me

but you tore right through me,

you see right through me

and i see the world in a different light

it was just the wrong time. wrong place, i'm mine.

my own sense, of wrong and right.

time flies a one way flight.

the pages you spoiled, with my bitter wet heat,

that ran a red ravine down my glowing hot cheeks

told a story of unconditional love,

oh which little girls confess in their diaries

that they themselves have been dreaming of.

superman, he can fly away.

but i'm no hero, not for her anyway.

i thought i was, but she would have stayed.

i trust in faith, and fate, and what my heart has to say.

Read My Hand

well how i am,

i show you my hand.

you read my cards

you see my heart.

flee. run. while i'm gone.

i've been dreaming of

writing a song.

i get my hugs,

but nothing of

the kind my mind

has been trying to find.

you left love behind.

forsaken. you were mine.

words aren't enough, for this sort of stuff.

my eyes speak the best

and my heart says whats left.

just another way to word,

what i felt and what i feel.

confusing the moments

that i thought seemed unreal.