A Moment to Remember, a Lifetime to Forget

I’ve never been forgotten so fast, is my silhouette alive? [I would have said goodbye]

All life’s rules disregarded. So it’s come to this, I wasn’t aware I owed you. Unconcerned with what is proper, I long to voice the truth. A virtue to consume me from the inside. [It hurt me so bad]

A requiem to save us all [dead already?] I cannot wait to bear witness to the clever end of destiny. I don’t want to just survive, I want to live. I was bought but I was not born to be sold.

A Past deciding your future [Can you heal?] let the lesson sink in, go your separate ways. Be stronger than your story. [Scars can’t define us] Stand strong on principals that swallow all reason and rationale.

The wind is blowing thru closed doors. I answer without a response in no uncertain terms. An obvious sign like the whitest dove flying in front of the blackest cloud.

I wish you could understand my silence. I wish….. [you could feel me]

In Protest of My Prayer

In between breaths I drown [.......] This myth betrayed with a kiss, scavenge the daylight for what we have willingly lost, but need.

Sightseeing inconceivable release, we have seen the enemy and it is us; can we change? [Montage; let’s be one]

My heart beating like second hand dials on a grandfather clock, thoughts swaying like a pendulum hypnotizing like September in the rain.

I’ve found that we are creatures of habit, we all perish [where will I rest], what am I worth?

No one wants to hear it but we all know the truth, everything can’t be the way it seems. I saw the failure in your eyes reflecting off my soul.

It hit me again; like the first time, I thought I was incapable of being hurt [more fragile than before?]

I did it once and now I’ve done it again, the blue sky is above the storm. Behind your eyes the ocean rages, scars are a bridge. An heir to a day that never dims, it’s a perfect complement to your scarlet night.

Descend to the vintage conviction; feel wrong, feel anything. Feigning an apology my direction, what’s a key if you can’t find the door?

My heart disseminated, while I look the other way cause I don’t want to know the truth [I’m so obsolete.]

Corrupt

It seems we can’t see past our eyes, naïve cannot be an excuse.

We’d rather listen to soothing lullabies, WAKE UP YOUR SLEEPING!!!

We cannot afford not to question what we hear, gullible is an understatement

We have been played for far too long!!! Something has gone terribly wrong, we have
lost our purpose, we are beggars all.

{Love your country; question your government….
If men were angels, no government would be necessary}

What is worse: taking advantage of someone, OR being the one being taken advantage
of? [depends on where you stand]

Don’t complain if you are uninformed, this apathy is sickening

We are dying penny by penny, war by war yet no politician can tell us what it’s for

Land of the free, home of the drones [The Brave Sent Across a Desolate Shore]…Its our fault!!!

Build the Wreckage

I am nothing more than an aftermath of a storm, sprawled on the shore asking the wrong question. My ship in pieces and life in ruins, I am a broken vessel dried up as I reach for You. Take my desire and conform it, to sail where I’m called. It was in that moment of being seduced into the rocks by the prevailing winds, indulging in the scent of fresh rain, I knew it was unavoidable to be humbled and broken, wrecked! It’s the apathy before the storm. To where the rock fracture my body water pours into my soul weighing me down, sinking into a dark abyss in the silence of a tragedy, heaven my only witness. All hands on deck, but I’m the only one who can fight this battle. The angel on my bow submersed in the crushing tide along with the broken mast where my heart lays. What fogged my sight to be so carless, so unaware of the waves with ill intent? These forces besiege my well being, and introduce a deluge to my fears. I fall under the oceans spell and wake to the stench of seaweed and sorrow. Do I stay or BUILD THE WRECKAGE?

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Today I set sail awaiting the North winds loving what I left behind and learning to survive with what I have. I fought death and depression compounded with the construction of a worthy vessel. The world has passed me up, but I chase after something higher and mightier than the sea. To place my mark on uncharted waters I come to take back what has perished in my life. Out of involuntary exile I emerge to never turn back. I no longer take control of the Helm, I trust a navigator with endless mercy and wisdom to guide me to what I am to be. My ship built buoyant and true I sail as the sea calls me by another name for what I was I am no more.