Saturday, December 26, 2009

For what the future holds


If our love is like rain i wish
for it,
to never stop
pouring.
That the ground would forever
be covered
in
puddles for the splashing,
and the laughing
that we can do together.
I'll make discoveries
about
this light hearted fluttering
threatening to
consume
me.
Soon after that
or maybe far
from the beginning.
I will slowly
forget
empty
and all it's pain.
I will
be filled with
Purpose.
Only slowing down to keep your side
and speeding up to not loose your pace
of
mind.
I will never again
worry
about
what the future holds.
If it was always
YOU
and
ME.

BUT STILL


What if we never
escape
the ghosts trailing from behind.
Or find a brighter day
in grasses greener,
on
another
side far away, from
who were
supposed to be.
What if
I can't give you
anything,
but
shoulder's
to catch tears
streaming
from a fountain
in
your heart.
Ripped into pieces
leaving empty
spaces,
places for the harboring of bitter.
And if I can only write a song
whose name
is you,
but doesn't embody
PERFECTLY,
how i see your face
only leaving more empty space.
What if i can't say  words of guarantee
in the right way
so you can believe,
you are
meant
for me.
Or fill your heart
with beats
that scream,
YOU ARE MEANT FOR BETTER.
What if I break
and crumble failing
in front of the worlds judgmental eyes,
and this reflects upon you "image".
Will you hate me?
Will I become the object of your despise?
Even without my broken gaze
we
both know
you are meant for better.
Then you would have to second guess
YOU
and
ME.


UNLESS NONE OF THAT EVER HAPPENS.. AND INSTEAD


I say "I love you" too soon
I believe
you'll leave
me
broken hearted,
though I'd plead
with you
to stay.
There you'd go , just float away
and I'll wake up to gray skies,
and foggy mist in once bright eyes.
All of this because
we were too
young
to comprehend
The End
together.
And if you leave me in this fashion
I will assuredly know
that
you did so,
because
"you loved me",
to much
to watch me grow old.
To watch the spark dim in my eyes,
and you'd despise
yourself
for everything you just couldn't
do for me.
This might bring me peace
because for whatever the future holds.
WE were
GREATly
ADORED
because we were
CREATIVE
and to
PROUD
that we became
BLIND
thinking there was no
ADVENTURE
we could not overcome because
BRAVE
was our name.
LOVE
was a battle.
SHAME
was our past.
PEACE
was our passion.
Because for what the future must hold
this is what we are and always be
YOU
and
ME.

SINCE MY HEART BEAT WAS WRACKED BY YOU GAZE,I AM AMAZED MY GOALS ARE SIMPLY THESE...

If I can give you
everything
your heart has ever
dreamed
I will.
And if
I was just
one
color
you painted the rest of your life with.
I would
never find a happier
Peace
throughout unlimited
years.
And if there was not one day
that you would look at me,
and wish to see
a different beating heart,
I will never again
break.
I will finally have a place,
to hold up
the greatest person
I have ever
and will ever witness.
And if
I got to do this with my forever
I would die
the happiest person
heart always beating
 or
frozen but always singing
YOU
and
ME.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Somebody's Baby- Jon Foreman

She screams
If you're homeless you'd sure
As hell you'd be drunk
Or high or trying to get there
Or begging for junk

When people don't want you
They just throw you money for beer
Her name is November
She went by Autumn or Fall
It was seven long years
Since the Autumn
When all of her nightmares
Grew fingers
And all of her dreams
Grew tears

Chorus:
She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl
She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl
She's somebody's baby still

She says
Well if you've never gone it alone
Well then go ahead
You better throw the first stone
You got one lonely stoner
Waiting to bring to her knees
She dreams about heaven
Remembering Hell
As the place that she visits
And knows all to well
Every now and again
When she's hopeful
She brushes her teeth

(Chorus)

Today was her birthday
Strangely enough
When the cops found her body
At the foot of the bluff
The anonymous caller this morning
Tipped off the police
They got her ID
From the dental remains
The same fillings intact
The same nicotine stains
The birth and the death
Were both over
With no one to grieve