| These are the moments I treasure most,
As Im drifting off to sleep
Reality slips far away behind me
and Im standing in Abyss
Nothing is before me, but your radiant face
and Your affectionate eyes
For a Fleeting moment, creation spares its time
Everything makes sense
As quickly as it all came, it slips away to Grey
And I'm left to dream of you
Until we meet (again)
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| M-167Theres an aching in my body
Like some sort of debris
But Finally i know what it is
That tonight does burden me
Its not the past
Full of its beauty and its glory
Pulling at my heart
That tonight does burden me
Nor is it the Future
The one we all can see
With its hopeful dreams of greatness
That tonight does burden me
Instead its the miles of empty freeway
With not an end in sight
Not a sign of Progress or Regression
The Burdens me tonight
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| I-196 (16 May 2007)
I think I'll let the sunset fall
I won't protest a bit
I'll let the sky give way to night
And that'll be the end of it
I won't deny the futures place
Or prevent tomorrow's call
Ill try and give the past it's due
But Times advance I shall not stall
As the light sinks over the lake
I can be great full for the day
For all the joys that it brought
Can never be stripped away
But in the east a new day will rise
Full of Promise and full of Light
And if I train to focus on it
I will not dread as much the night |
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| 13th Street... (29 April 2007)13th Street...
Again i sit along this wall
Like many nights before
I gaze into the starry sky
and I sit alone tonight.
The wind blows cold upon my back
As smoke fills the air around me
I wonder why
I sit alone tonight
I try to Rectify my past
And try to accept my future
As I do I start to sigh
I sit alone tonight
I start to lament this place where I sit
Where the the Houses meet the street
As The street light glistens in my eyes
I know this will not be the last time i sit alone tonight |
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| Stillness (28 January 2007)  
A gust of wind blew some snow off of a near by roof, sending the white
powder into a spiral falling silently to the earth, some landing on his
head. He brushed it off and took a deep breath of the winter air. His
lungs tingled from the refreshing coldness that overtook them. This is
what it meant to be alive.
That week had not been a great one,
no one was guaranteed a 'great one', but this one had been
exceptionally dross. Not many exciting things happened anymore on the
Periphery, and it was becoming more and more evident as the days went
by. And those things that were exciting were not the kind you would
like to remember. Naturally, he did.
But that wind gust had
forced him to look up. And Around. The stillness spoke volumes that he
hadn't heard in a long while. Volumes about order, cause, effect,
reaction, purpose, and being. For in that silence was the binding of
God's plan, a revelation that there was some meaning to all that had
happened. And with that binding came the memories of the good that had
happened - the conversations, the camaraderie, the convictions.
So
what if things hadn't been spot on in the previous days, so what if
wishes and desires lay dormant, never to come true. He lived, he
breathed, was that not good enough? The Stillness reassured him that,
in some way, God would make it work out somewhere over the horizon. |
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