Caught up in a Whirlwind

Oh Lord where are you
when we cry and cry but no help arrives?
Our houses are shambles and our sons are drowned
Swept away to never be seen again
He takes and He takes.
Doubt is the thought that comes from black swamps
and anger the logic driving us to look to the heavens
only to curse and rebuke
the one surely responsible for such a travesty
or if He is even there
then where is He now
when we need Him the most?
Man must help man
with hands around shovels and eyes to the ground
Amidst all the pain and suffering wrapped up in complaining
did we stop to wonder if maybe He was helping?
That the reason the skies did not answer or help not arrive
was because God used man to help man
with shovels in their hands and their eyes to the ground?
Is it any wonder that God would not speak
when man only looks up when their outlook is bleak?
He gives and He gives

I hate being happy (or so I tell myself to curb my disappointments)

One broken string is all it took
the day is so gloomy and humid a month after June
and I couldn't be happier to tell the truth
I've had enough sunshine without any warmth
so why not isolate myself by a fire
and forget the world outside
a world well on the way to passing me by
I peek out the window to see the gray sky
and watch as it washes the color out of trees and mountains
there's a purity in white light permeating my bedroom
not tainted by red sunsets or blue skies
how can I not find solace in a scene so depressing
no laughter in the water or bicycle chains clicking
I hear nothing but the gentle breeze through the dreary trees
and my own sad satisfaction
Oh, how I wish the clouds would clear!

The Dive

Its a long way to the bottom
and i owe it to you everyday
i do
You left me hanging lover
and it hurt me to the bottom of my heart
its a tragedy
And i want to thank you baby
for abandoning
You see i couldnt have fallen half as fast
without you riding me
I finally got back on my feet
and sunset of my life is turning dawn
its a brand new day
Then who do i see but the demon of me
strutting down the street in high heeled shoes
to try to take me down
well i ran so fast in my bare feet
i left a streak of light
Because ive seen the bottom and i know for a fact
once is more than enough

Take the old with the new..

Here are a few older poems I wrote a long while ago. Some are unfinished, but its kinda cool to actually look back at old writings and remember how I felt when I wrote them. I actually like some of it.

Who Are We Kidding?

Who are you kidding?
Hiding behind your fashioncore glasses
Put on a fissad meant for the masses
You might fool the many
but was it worth a penny
to lose the effect of your beautiful eyes
hidden so well with your fashion chique' disguise

Who are we kidding?
Wearing our masks to please a crowd
or letting ourselves be know with voices so loud
If we could only stop and see
In complete silence we'd finally be
and not a point is lost or goes unheard
with our true faces now free as a bird


Tired of Running

Patience is a virtue, or so I hear
I wait and I wait, only to fear
That I might never achieve this gift from above
I may live my whole life and never find love

Without fail or exception every time
When I have a chance to finally climb
Out of my rut, It's not too long
'til that door is shut and im writing a song

Someday, somwhere, somehow, with someone
I hope to finally end this and be done

Film on a reel

It's amazing how far you'll go
before you realize where you are
How I arrived i'll never know
But ive been here before
Like a mouse on a wheel
I'm working hard but going nowhere
like a scene on a reel
My time comes and goes in a blink
The truth is, I see the world, ever in motion
But do they see me?
What am I missing? some magic potion?
How am I invisible, can i be seen?


Monuments

I'm slipping, crawling, barely moving

Reaching for a handhold, but gripping nothing
The feeling is sharp like the cut of a knife
The feeling you get when you're sliding through life.

The Sweetest Librarian

I've yet to find my full potential
I feel as though I'm missing something
so I take a trip
to the public library for some knowledge
Surrounded by bounded works of art
Isle after isle of book after book
I wonder if anyone has ever read them all
I tend to doubt it
A tap on the shoulder reveals
a girl with square rimmed glasses
and I am staring into them
and I wonder what she's saying
cause I haven't heard a word
since she started talking
The sweetest librarian
Please tell me a love story, "you'll find it in fiction"
she says, the sweetest librarian
Going home, I find myself
not caring what I checked out
She's in my mind now, all the time now
and the due dates on these books
is the 24th
and its just a couple more days til I will come back
So please tell me a love story, "you'll find it in fiction"
she says, the sweetest librarian

among the universal truths: 14 year old girls ruin music

And if I said what I was thinking
would you turn away in disgust
I dont blame you
Why dont you let me take that coat miss
no need to thank me it's my job
please take a seat
I've met strange people
and even stranger words I know
truth is in a bottle
but it's distorted by the glass
so wont you open up the cap
and let it out
Let me say what i've been thinking
girl you ruined me so fast
who's fault is that
Theres the door i'll see myself out
I wont ask you now to stop me
so take the hint
I've met strange people
and even stranger words I know
the strong will find a way out
and the smart will follow suit
but the weak drown in their doubt
and they are doomed
We all are doomed..