Nicely Unexpected
12 January 2012
Nicely Unexpected
With eyes wide open, my heart can believe
that even love lost can be found again.
I have always worn my heart on my sleeve
because I refuse to ever pretend.
I say what I think and feel what I feel,
that even love lost can be found again.
When I keep trying to find what is real,
love can be an unexpected surprise.
I say what I think and feel what I feel,
something loneliness will not compromise!
I am who I am, so love me that way,
love can be an unexpected surprise
when it is more than just the words we say.
I will always give all I have to give.
I am who I am, so love me that way,
I don’t know any other way to live –
with eyes wide open my heart can believe
I will always give all I have to give,
I will always wear my heart on my sleeve.
Papier Mache
29 December 2011
Papier Mache
I long to hear what you silently say,
to fall into your eyes, to find your soul
like mine’s as fragile as papier-mâché.
To plumb the depths I fear I can’t control
I would risk letting you in, if I could
fall into your eyes and find my soul,
but I doubt I’ll ever be understood.
I’m comfortable with silence, even though
I would risk letting you in if I could
get as much as I would like to bestow.
In a world that’s never quiet at all,
I’m comfortable with silence. Even though
loneliness never ceases it’s sad call,
perhaps there is another quiet heart
in a world that’s never quiet at all.
I wish for something more, not just a part,
I long to hear what you silently say.
Perhaps there is another quiet heart
like mine, as fragile as papier-mâché.
Blindsided
24 November 2011
Blindsided
Instantaneously, or so it seems,
we are caught off guard by a sudden shift.
Why must reality be so extreme?
Maybe not seeing it coming’s a gift?
Although the signs have been there all along,
we are caught off guard by a sudden shift
and must accept that we are not that strong.
These fears we’ve managed to pretend weren’t real,
although the signs have been there all along,
can no longer be ignored or concealed.
Consequences of choices must be met,
these fears we’ve managed to pretend weren’t real,
often are an unavoidable debt.
Life teaches us, most often the hard way,
consequences of choices must be met.
I shouldn’t be surprised what comes my way.
Instantaneously, or so it seems,
life teaches us most often the hard way.
Why must reality be so extreme?
a moment of self pity
03 November 2011
A moment of self-pity
Is there really someone for everyone?
You’ll have to excuse my skepticism,
But I am convinced I will die alone.
Please don’t tell me I built my own prison,
And I just haven’t met the one for me.
You’ll have to excuse my skepticism,
I look at life realistically.
I must love myself to love another,
And I just haven’t met the one for me.
Spare me the pain of trying to discover
If it’s worth all the trouble after all.
I must love myself to love another
But I settle when my loneliness calls.
As complicated as love tries to seem,
Is it worth all the trouble after all?
I have my doubts I will ever believe
That there’s really someone for everyone,
As complicated as love tries to seem.
I am convinced I will just die alone.
Missionary
21 November 2009
Missionary
amidst the busyness of living I can’t forget
to pay closer attention to the little things
running on and on without any regrets
true freedom consists of more than just having wings
I have one goal: learn something new every day,
to pay closer attention to the little things
with patience and gentleness I turn this wet clay
shaping, molding, creating my own vision true
I have one goal: learn something new every day
I now believe the best way out is always through
for the journey matters, not the destination
shaping, molding, creating my own vision true
an inner process, of thoughtful contemplation
the quiet, restorative solitude I need
for the journey matters, not the destination
I will learn to fly, I will remember to breathe
amidst the busyness of living I can’t forget
the quiet, restorative solitude I need
running on and on without any regrets
