The Little Things Are we drops in a bucket Poured into an endless sea A black dot on a chalkboard One more microscopic bead
Or are we distances crossed in time Laced with anguish, but filled with success Are we the ones that they say have excelled But hasn't had one single loving caress
Sometimes dreams fade when we grow, And realize the limitations we have placed We see the dreams that once held a promise With the slow passing of time, it’s something we face
Dreams…What a world to have a dream Do we not walk in a world where the sun sets? Oh the sky’s blue contrast to a fluffy white cloud Its the little things that makes it the best!
To accept certain facts And eventually, move on The world, in front or behind Me now, that life never condones Till death, from this life, and now I stand Till forever more…forever now… I’m forever alone Walking away from these bastards and hate Once given…that they’ve always shown
Roses wilt in the eye of a storm, They breath in life that love has lost; Withered now, my soul to part this life Like the soul of a flower left in the frost; To oppose a thought that forever entombs In the dying moment you forget the cost To leave this world is a thought I’ve pondered In the moments when my living reality gets tossed
If hell didn’t await…what then The voices try and trick me, they always misconstrue They make me feel like life can’t get any better Like I’m only being molested or abused You can twist my mind all you want You can turn my hazel eyes a shade of blue But I can say, I’m stronger than you thought, Because I tell you now, I fefuse!!!
Father, are we too far gone? I don’t know what to do To make them see the light
Father, how do we make it through? Sometimes I am lost, and you are Always there; just out of my sight
Father, when will I see Your face? I can’t even dream, or begin to sketch; I have no recollection of Your true might
Father, are You coming here soon? Please forgive me for my past doubt I accept Your word, while knowing it right
Father, do I make you proud? I only wish to spread Your name, And stand firm on God, and reach new heights
Father, I love You, truly!!! You are always there in the dark Shining in the blackest times when my heart is affright
There will be no excuse when he comes to reclaim The proof was there all along, while you thought it insane Get down on your knees, and ask forgiveness I swear it’s not inane The very Creator of the universe, He knows you by name
Tend to me, Oh incessant laborers Of the night; For daylight screams violence, Crazed as time, and as Relentless as existence; We bleed turmoil Doused in our own sins!
Vouch for me, Oh friends, tossed in thought, For we seek acceptance, For the terror of our own Incessant means, For we are still bleeding; And still, Anemic
Save me please Oh blessed Father, For life seems to confuse; Lost in the shadows of life, Because reality seems like A matrix, fake and generated Dissociated and emotionless In the absence of being held
Arise and shine Awake and listen To the amber songs As morning glistens For God is in this moment And an air is ever so listless As shadows fade in an arrival Of a red colored and warm existence In the awakening moment Of your caffeine’s morning resistance
Come to me in an expanse To adorn the crown and king As we inspire to lift on high In glorious words as we sing “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,” Awesome feelings your power brings Until one sweet day we’ll arise To heaven, from a world we’re enduring Of this, I KNOW, for a fact one day I don’t need any worldly reassuring
God speaks, we need only to receive This glorious Father, love you can’t conceive You need only faith and love, ask and truly believe If he’s dealing with you now angst can be relieved
Sing to me, oh night song For your cries seem too distant still We beg for your enigmatic crooning The copulations of virtue trying to feel
Sing to me, oh night song For your crisis isn’t a mistake Falter from this pathway given And see how much you can take
Sing to me, oh night song Till the early morning sun The tides of yesterday have gone And we have yet to have all the fun
Nightingales singing enigmatic melodies Unaware of the stains on our sleep We dance to the tunes of their evening songs Suffering the scars the rhythm keeps
Saints of tomorrow, we beg for…not promise But only a song, yes sing to us a happy tune Bring us the early summer eves and bonfires The listless singing to guitars in mid June
And only than, dear saints will we consider Your song, at a grand and bitter final close Take your bow and throw your rose to the lady’s And show off your brilliant and affirming pose
Storm clouds…they rage in us all Satiating hungers, with a burning desire We have to cast our anguish, even deeper Ending with a need to set the world on fire!!! So much is the lust, to give in, to the want To feed, like a hungry and incessant liar We feed on the feeling…the only one Will we ever be invited, to a place much higher???
I have analyzed reality to a sickening repulsion!!! And have nothing for the incessant gnarling inside, I ask and pray, I hope and say…”Lord, help me to see,” But all I want to do…I want to run away from life and hide, Yet, all I can do is push it even deeper, back, back, further back, Just wandering along hopelessly and listlessly enjoying the ride Watching the mundane and inane, satiate their own hungers If I had to say, “I enjoy the complexities of this life…” I’d lie
If I had to name a starting point, I’d say, it just grew, From one defining moment in my life…the one I cant forget But at the same ignorant moment, I can’t begin to recall, Just a feeling of turmoil, disgust, rage, hate, and utter regret Yes, I do try my best, I pray to God, I ask for peace and forgiveness But the incessant gnarling inside, It’s some feeling I just don’t get I want to say so many angry things, not to Him, only to me Although, I feel as though I have lost some kind of sick bet…
I am not even angry with yesterday, I am only angry with myself I am not even angry with the one who did it, so many days past Satan and this demon of an absence, are my only forgettable foes And not knowing how long this dissociation and absent reality lasts Please pray for me, for I am, for I am honestly trying to see past these clouds My life is, honestly a blessing in disguise, I cherish every moment cast I Pray, the dark clouds, too shall pass away and just listlessly fade Into a day, that goes on and on, for and an eternity…not ending so fast