my voyage to the bottom of the sea

Anchored in love
Tied to you
Tangled in seaweed
What can I do
I've tried to break loose
I've tried to be free
But every time I escape
This current keeps holding me
And bringing me back
Right back to you
I want to breathe
What can I do
To get to the top
To escape your hold
To decide for myself
Whether I stay or go
Anchored in love
Lost and alone
Because I wouldn't mind going through this
If I didn't have to do it on my own.

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Covetousness

What I want,
I don't need.
I feel like Paul, in the Gospel of Romans,
I cant stop this greed!
the green monster in me,
supersedes....
the hope of the seed of destiny,
that lies within me.

Oh wretched me!!
how do I fight?
how can I win?
What do I posses,
that can withstand....
this battle of the wills,
that goes hard and deep....
this combat within the myelin sheaths....
who can set me free?

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Demand

unknowingly
unintentionally
unmistakeingly
you entered my mind
undeniably
undoubtedly
unquestionably
you sparked a fire
unequivocally
undubiously
impeccably
we became intertwined
indefensibly
indisputably
indeed
your love is required.

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why i dont wear rose colored glasses

why wear hope when there's only despair?

why wear courage when im brimming with fears?

why make the world brighter when its naturally dark?

and why pretend everything's great when all faith is lost?

i put on my shades because blindness is bliss.

i can pretend your kisses are sincere

and your words are not just what i wanna hear

i can live in the moment and not later regret

and i can expect everything because nothing is what i'll get.

i'll always choose my shades because with them i'm discreet

and those rose-colored glasses,
show too much emotion for me.

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Talking To Me, My Weakness.

its called instinct for a reason,

you know.....that,

"uhh uhhh"

that whole......"DON'T DO IT!!!"

that....."this is gonna end badly" voice in your gut?!

yupp....thats it :)

but emotion....

that motherfucker.

its strong....perhaps stronger.

but not always better.

i wish i would've listened to instinct.....

but sometimes

i guess i just enjoy bumping into the brick wall,

its not like i like the fall,

but

the thrill on the way,
is a great escape!

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vacancy.

void of the touch
that bestows untold healing to my person
a place where only your design fits
searching
hoping
knowing,
i mean fully aware--
of my own emptiness.

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