The one who made it possible to fly is now in my dreams, thoughts among me like the ghost you cant see. She slips in my bed ridding me of much needed slumber. I would run if it wasn't with in me but you see her name is coercing through my vain. Thoughts haunt overwhelmingly, the pain is in plane sight don't you see. Dissect me you will witness she is within the depth of my heart and marked in the core of my brain. I have been stolen, taken sold for sin.
Did the tree sprout branches then leaves now the breeze to carry me a stray. I am one with the wind in your arms, no one could love you more. Swept from my balance bruising my knees shackled and chained pushed to seas. I will drown in the presence of these sharks, you truly do leave marks to be reckoned with. I am with out you to face an endless desert marching to the horizon with the taste of grit, salt and ashes.
The feeling swelled with in me killing my pace. Once again tossed off my feet begging you please have mercy on me. Alone scared I swallow my pride. I feel your pain not a sun to rise only rain. I miss you much and through your touch I was capable to fly.
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So i'm pretty sure it would be awesome if you could tell me who all this stuff was about. The title makes me think it's me, but i really hope not...I would feel bad.
ReplyDeleteHey my man, I took a look at some of your posts after you commented on my blog, but I’m not even sure what to say to any one in particular. I like the expression in your posts. You seem to be a deep thinker, and I appreciate the openness. I’ve always enjoyed poetry and music that is expressed by the author basically pouring his soul out into his chosen art. I do see, however, some emotional difficulties, and I hope that this is a helpful outlet for you in that it keeps you from expressing yourself in less healthy ways. I remember times when I was younger and I would actually enjoy wallowing in my depression and sorrow while I had no real outlet for my feelings. I ended up being overly angry and lashing out at people. I would fight (brawling) and argue and yell and break stuff. As you can see on my blog (I hope), God has now become the center of my life. He showed me the sin that was a part of me and made up my being, and He turned me toward Jesus instead of being focused on myself and all the empty things in this world. Do you notice how the things that most people chase after (sex, drugs, partying, etc) don’t really bring any fulfillment? They actually end up making us sloppy drunk, emotionally exasperated, and in jail (or some sort of trouble). Why do you suppose we still chase after these things, knowing what the outcome is? It’s almost like a crackhead smoking another rock, knowing that it’ll never get him to where he wants to be, but he just keeps chasing the dragon…
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