These nights seem to have me hypnotized, for I cannot believe my eyes. I'm seeing stars. Stars in the place of stairs taking me away. Up, up and away with my heart left standing there amazed. These days are leaving me in a haze. Because they are not what others say. I'm hearing galaxies, in place of fallacies. And I'm shooting through the sky, far from where liars lie. How close to Heaven am I is not for me to decide. And I wouldn't miss a chance to feel the love of perfect hands. Showing me a new place to land. In a world beyond the sands of time. And I'm a approaching a heart just like mine, a shooting star. Somewhere in outer-space, or in the sparkling eyes of a pretty face. Forever here I'd stay, looking up while I pray. Never feeling along, in a heart I've got a home. I'll never be lost without a guiding light free of doubt. But if I have to leave, these stars and stairs, suddenly. I know I would believe, that it was meant to be for me to live a life above the mountains and the seas.
Is your life any better than mine? Are you living more free?
Can you see any better than me from your filthy seat? Fake what you want, but don't you run From the things that kept you here You are your own vice and device He's the one that's real Take what's nice in your life And tell me how it makes you feel See yourself in a different light Don't let it dim, let it ignite! I'll keep warm next to the fire Is your world stable or is it shaken up? Is earth falling from under your feet? Is it a shock to you or just enough? No life is lived in vain if you live it for the love Can you be your own seed? Or are you called only to plant? What is it in the answer you feel you need? To get it, even when you know it's out of sight Is it peace? Revenge? Life? Do I or don't I, will I or won't I, live to tell the tale of the soldier in flesh? In here or out there, in fear or not scared. Will it be me, this soldier in red? I'm not the weapon and you're not the war. This isn't Heaven and this isn't what's in store. For the soldier has come to fight, for his general makes the battles right. On this field, with mud and blood, and a book as a shield, the soldier fights for love. Win some or lose some, pick some or choose some. I can't make it change, I'm not the One who saves. Sooner or later, this doom that you've made up, is going to give you away. From the One who died, so you could say, say your peace, in the midst of such great strife. You have a warrior, you are protected, don't give up, it will be better than you ever expected. This soldier fights for love.
When did contrition go forgotten?
When did simplicity become a bore? Tomorrows are today's concern. Seeking bliss in ignorance around every turn. It all makes sense now, has it been this easy all along? Neon signs, billboards, TV and movies proclaim it. How can they be wrong? Food for thought
Pleasure: entitlement to some A right to others What it is, what it's not Lacking this, full of that Not the same for another Hypocritical, stereotypical Not for the over-analytical Once forbidden, now forgiven Is it all part of the plan? Normal now no more needs nice To be part of the plight Let it fly, as long as you don't encroach Let it die if it's the right approach What it means is long since lost As long as you want to say it Here's your platform, here's your cost Muddy waters, sinking sand Broken lens, injured hands Welcome to the marketplace Where do you stand? Don't you clouds hold back your mercy, release your unbridled fury. Pour down your revolution, wash away this evolution. There's a war within the sky, a rolling thunder roars out. Let the heartfelt lightning cry, end this philosophical drought. Don't you hold back, fight off the why's. Rain out your words, drown all that's worse. A changing of the times, with renaissance ties. Bring on your storm with no eye, rage with respect. Release a monsoon of lies, your winds to forget.
Don't you hold back. The bags are packed, but no one in this house is ready to go
Lost and losing track of the words that are too well known Words to ruin memories Zippers keep disguises hidden From people impossible to please To leave them forever, good riddance Lost without even leaving A house holding Heaven and hell With their smiles deceiving A young heart and what it has felt But never shown to share Evidence or emotion In an empty face left standing there Life in hand And a chance at starting over, with one simple motion A wave goodbye, to a house that never cared Hello to a new place with new holes To be filled with belief to share A new world with trembling hands to control A young, hungry, thirsty soul Inside of what you feel, and how it breaks you down. If you need a heart, mine will be around. Look to me when things get tough, look to me when things get rough. I am walking with you, even when walking doesn't get you there fast enough. We're running, we're running. Running away with the sun, running away with the day. Away from everything, we're running away. What used to hold you still has now disappeared. No more crutch upon your broken soul, your heart can now see clear. Off into the distance, those cities and shorelines, off into the distance is you and I as we collide.
The tops of the trees are the same color as me, in every season. Back and forth they go, pushed by some mysterious reason. Sometimes I question, but never fleeting and certainly never leaving. And if I never believed, then I could never be free. Free to shed my leaves, to crash against the rocks of this sea. There's a wind forced across this land, an ocean of green at one time, a blaze another, ever-changing. A cold chilled red and orange tide inside. The barren bones are shown early this year, a skeleton is brought into the frozen sun. A constant cycle, rolling in and drifting out, on a breeze too big to count. Feet buried in the sand of the shore of living water, where I have made my stand. A growing fire consumes these hills. A burning desire to fight the still. Those wooden bones are strong. Blazing branches grow long, the ones whose roots grow deep. It's high tide on this red and orange sea.
Its as obvious to me
As the forest Or is it the trees? That what I have missed Changed evertything Except for this I can't seem to finish Anything that I start... |
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