A life a dream
A life well worked for
A plan well set.
Only to be taken on by the mind.
Can we overcome this
Can we suddenly change from one way
To the next and actually stay that way
Is it the power of the mind
Is it the power of God.
What shapes our character
Is it the people around us
Is it our experience of success
and that which has failed
who controls this
Is it us
Is it our society
Or is it God
Do you follow just what God sets
or is it our mind, our body, concious, God, and goals put together.
Will the answer be known.
For me it will and I choose Gods power, not the power of man, not the power of the mind,but the miraculous power that God puts in us.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Cruel World
I feel cold as if I have been thrown against ice
I cry by myself
Until the tears pain my face
How I would like to be different and be taken off the shelf
The world seems so mean so cruel
So how do you survive
This world is so brutal
How do you stay alive
It's different more complex
Then wanting the bluest eye
Its the part of learning
Not to take things so far
Living for what you have
Not for what you wantLiving life the way its meant to be.
I cry by myself
Until the tears pain my face
How I would like to be different and be taken off the shelf
The world seems so mean so cruel
So how do you survive
This world is so brutal
How do you stay alive
It's different more complex
Then wanting the bluest eye
Its the part of learning
Not to take things so far
Living for what you have
Not for what you wantLiving life the way its meant to be.
The Falling Second
Poem of the falling second
Hearing the sound of silence
Grasping on to the falling second
Remembering Feeling what the day has brought.
The happiness..the sadness..the guilt.
Being so close to one thing.
Not wanting to break away.
You know its best.
You know it is what you want to do.
The moment is clenching more and more.
Do you take it or do you leave it.
Do you take the moment or do you wait.
Wanting that so badly.
But knowing it is not right.I choose to wait for that one special night.
Hearing the sound of silence
Grasping on to the falling second
Remembering Feeling what the day has brought.
The happiness..the sadness..the guilt.
Being so close to one thing.
Not wanting to break away.
You know its best.
You know it is what you want to do.
The moment is clenching more and more.
Do you take it or do you leave it.
Do you take the moment or do you wait.
Wanting that so badly.
But knowing it is not right.I choose to wait for that one special night.
Still Darkness
I stand in the still darkness of the night. They tell me that I will be all right. I am standing their stripped of myself. I am told to continue as they point and laugh. I am no longer my self but someone elses body as I watch on, I can not move. I feel as though I am stuck in a dream of which I can not awake. I feel as though this brutalic scene will be over soon but I know in my mind that it will not be forgotten. As I lay there on the hardened black dirt the dark blue sky above sparkles with jewels as in the night sky. I hear the sounds of tree's whispering and the sound of crickets as they rub their wings together playing a musical peice into the summer air. No one seem's to know what I am feeling and what dramatic pain is in my heart. The men slowly make their way down the beaten rugged path. He slowly finishes and get's up. I know in my mind that he never wanted to hurt me it just ended like that. The pain of the night drifts on. As my well being has been washed away by the raging wave that has just been thrown against the shore. I feel my heart as it beats on. In my heart I know those men had evil hearts. Who else could do such a cruel act.
Inspired From the book the "Bluest Eye"
Inspired From the book the "Bluest Eye"
Set Free
Set Free
Looking in to the dark thinking of what might be taking place
Looking one direction and looking the next
One direction everything is clear the other is looking into the deepest fog
The North is with the all the best things that have ever taken place
The South is looking into the deep depressive soul that you don't want to remember.
Like looking into the night it is like looking into the heart.
One part white the other part black.
Can you ever forget the pain that has taken place the kids that made fun of you to a point that you wished you were no longer a part of it.
Feeling some of that same pain.
Being afraid of those that may hurt you and not trusting those you know that won't
I want the trust I want to be loved I want to be me.
I want my life no one elses.
I want out I want to be set free.
Looking in to the dark thinking of what might be taking place
Looking one direction and looking the next
One direction everything is clear the other is looking into the deepest fog
The North is with the all the best things that have ever taken place
The South is looking into the deep depressive soul that you don't want to remember.
Like looking into the night it is like looking into the heart.
One part white the other part black.
Can you ever forget the pain that has taken place the kids that made fun of you to a point that you wished you were no longer a part of it.
Feeling some of that same pain.
Being afraid of those that may hurt you and not trusting those you know that won't
I want the trust I want to be loved I want to be me.
I want my life no one elses.
I want out I want to be set free.
Breathing Into the Night
Breathing into the night
Thinking about what has just taken place
You still see the sight
And you feel like you are in a race
You hear the voice
You still feel the warmth
You remember the happiness
As well as you remember the past
You wish you could be together
With one last chance
You prayed a prayer
You stretch out your arms
You wish you were together
That one last time
How you want things to be different
How you would speak
And how you would listen
We need to make the best Of each moment good or bad
For we never know
When we will have that one last chance
Thinking about what has just taken place
You still see the sight
And you feel like you are in a race
You hear the voice
You still feel the warmth
You remember the happiness
As well as you remember the past
You wish you could be together
With one last chance
You prayed a prayer
You stretch out your arms
You wish you were together
That one last time
How you want things to be different
How you would speak
And how you would listen
We need to make the best Of each moment good or bad
For we never know
When we will have that one last chance
A Life of Confusion
A Life Of Confusion
Wanting to know who you are. People knowing what others think of you but not knowing yourself. Taking a step back to look at your life, taking a step back and seeing your accomplishments and failures. What have you did to where you are today what will you do to take you where you want to go, who do you want to be, how will you get their. Will your accomplishment be large such as a medical break through or as simple but yet so complex as leading ones life to God. Who are you, who will you be. A life of confusion of knowing yourself.
Wanting to know who you are. People knowing what others think of you but not knowing yourself. Taking a step back to look at your life, taking a step back and seeing your accomplishments and failures. What have you did to where you are today what will you do to take you where you want to go, who do you want to be, how will you get their. Will your accomplishment be large such as a medical break through or as simple but yet so complex as leading ones life to God. Who are you, who will you be. A life of confusion of knowing yourself.
Midnight Sky's
Midnight Sky's
Midnight sky
Sky so dark
With a cry
I let out a remark
The days sun has turned to full moon
As the day once again has passed
So will the tomorrow soon be gone
The day will be different
A world of pain only some may know
A day that will not be sufficient
A day that will reek great sorrow
The day brought suffering
A dream that you wish to awake
A night time full of caring
That memory you just want to shake
The death of someone you loved
The dream you can not awake
Looking at the day you wish you could bring back
The time you want so badly has past
Looking at the sky so dark
A twinkle of a star you see the brightness cast
A memory you will never forget.
Dedicated to B.J. Woodford March 23,2006.
Midnight sky
Sky so dark
With a cry
I let out a remark
The days sun has turned to full moon
As the day once again has passed
So will the tomorrow soon be gone
The day will be different
A world of pain only some may know
A day that will not be sufficient
A day that will reek great sorrow
The day brought suffering
A dream that you wish to awake
A night time full of caring
That memory you just want to shake
The death of someone you loved
The dream you can not awake
Looking at the day you wish you could bring back
The time you want so badly has past
Looking at the sky so dark
A twinkle of a star you see the brightness cast
A memory you will never forget.
Dedicated to B.J. Woodford March 23,2006.
Ladedadeda..Day one!
Today, was very nice! I love my Thursdays. I went for a walk and was able to accomplish a lot of deep thinking what I want to become, where I want to attend school and so forth. It is amazing how much you can accomplish when you are by your self with distractions. I love excercising for that reason. I realized that I want to truly become an elementary teacher and if I look at my interest it fits perfectly. Yay! So I will most likely be achieving my degree at Eastern Washington University in Cheney. It sounds amazing there!! Then most likely move back to Troy as soon as a teaching position comes up! I really love living here. Well I need to accomplish many task tomorrow..So I be off!! Nights.
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