it seems like
no one understands me
or maybe I
just don’t make any sense
although
listening does involve
asking questions
not just
giving answers
poetry
“Broken Yoke”
I understand the things of God
being one with Him
I get it
but to those who don’t know Him
it might not make sense
so to be unequally yoked
can be devastating
the conversation
the sense of humor
the priorities
the meaning of life
all different
to be one with light
is one thing
but to be one with darkness
is another
but there are some who make it
the honest
open minded
and willing
allow others to be
and encourage them along the way
if you’re with someone who’s high in spirits
they lift you up
but if you’re with someone who’s always quiet
they pull you down
the trick is
getting back up
“Gambling”
I bet some marriages
are happy
I bet husbands and wives
have conversations
I bet they hug and kiss
and mean it
I bet there’s laughter
and endless smiles
I bet some pray together
walk together
spend quality time
together
of course
I wouldn’t put my money on it
“Change Changes”
people think
you can’t change the past
but you can
by changing your self
you make the past
look different
but by staying the same
you become stagnant
and so does your past
“Heart Wrenching”
finding what’s important
has been easy
discovering the importance
after it’s gone?
well that’s the hard part
“Different Worlds”
life is supposed to mean something
yet for some
it doesn’t
it’s just another day to do
nothing
it’s just another time to have
selfish needs met
it’s just another hour to be
pleased
thinking only of self
and how to make that feel good
to others
life is breath
a meaning more than living
a deepness that is touched
by being love
for others
a closeness of the self
they were meant to be
life is something
that if lost
can never be gained back
we only live once
why do some want to waste it
why do some not want to talk
about the One who created it
why do some only hope for the best
after life
instead of learning
and knowing
and embracing what’s next
one thing’s for sure
I’m tired of having thoughts
that welcome death
Lyric Embryos
Some people feel really uncomfortable with “sad” poetry, yet when they hear a sad song, they appreciate it. Don’t they realize that most sad songs started out as sad poetry?
“Olly Olly Oxen Free”
I’m in this place
Where I’ve begun to hide
In plain sight
But in different places
It could be strategy
It could be dismantling
I’m not sure
It’s losing who I’ve been
Inside
And pretending what I’m not
Outside
I’m not worried
Just unsure
Faking so much
Forgetting what’s real
If I get lost
Will you find me
If I get lost
Will you look for me
I’ll be hidden inside
Where I know there’s still
Peace
Joy
Love
Hope
Hearing the faint cry of
“ready or not
here I come”
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