Phoenix-Vivace

Morality itself billows, Seas rushing and thoughts wondering, Ethical appeals and logical reasonings. These are the ideals people rush for, Though their forgetting their own. To get somewhere is to be somewhere, To arrive somewhere is to never fully stay. For there is a logical explanation, The logical for the logical, The ethical for the moral. Ideals, the rushing seas and yet, We can only see nothing but pragmatism. To look logically for an ideal is illogical at best. For, if we are looking for logic, We are merely falling out of logic. To get somewhere is to be somewhere, But, to be somewhere is not to get somewhere. Wisdom

Unknown Life challenging the soul and death coming down on thee, Stressors, aquatic personifications of the spiraling stare case in me. Love is love, actions are actions. Your time with someone only brings about more personal contractions. Between you and yourself. A law abiding, pertaining to the two in one. The one in two. I'm swimming in an ocean of hidden light. I've suppressed Myself into a stream of darkness. Cut one's eyeteeth, cut me deep. Anything to learn of what was released. Flooding stressors, flooding time. Life challenging me to perceive death, Reminding me of what I am. Though, I still question. I have a weary th

What's Next? I think I may be blind, To the thought of finding What is real in this world. I think I may have been lost, To what was the true cost. I have these thoughts, That are all truly just dots. I have these rhymes, That truly only cost a dime. I sit in silence to the passing world,   Thinking of life, thinking of kindness. Real world problems, Someones got 'em. Teaming up against the world, Teaming, streaming, distributing. Thinking, ticking, dimming. Tick-tock clock, got knocked. Surrounding, sounding sidings. Ticking, kicking. Dancing in the room of white walls, Oh, i'm dancing. The noose which once held me down is

Leaves of Colors I consume my head with thoughts… I feel the heavy eyes of things gone wrong. I see the rhythmic syncopation collapsing… Why do I always get lost? I see these folded papers in front of me… I see the tear drop of blood on a sea of ivory. I hear the beats of sadness equating to nothingness… Change in an augmented picture frame, A sword nailed above it. A fiery Phoenix holding it all down, Creating chaos… Three seasons of life, One season of death… How are we suppose to know which one we're in? Sonic sine waves rippling through my life, Dissonance of the diminished fifth. Cho

Gone All this silence, suffocation to my blood shot ears, Bargaining with hope.   Anger arising through my cold blood, Nothing matters anymore; no life, no death. Damaged from the inside out; cleaned by deception. Owning up to my misfortune; paying my debtors. Negotiating the dissonance from other's hearts.   Egotistically thinking of everyone. Denying the fate of love. Anguish staring down my spin. Nothing on my mind. Dying of cohesion… I didn't know it worked this way. Clustered fools, connected by the eyes of time. Odds, two hypochondriacs  of love. Lonely lines moving parallel to spell out a feeling, Depravation of ones b

A Stone Thrower The King comes to me, I do not listen. The Shepherd comes to me, I turn my blind eyes from thee. The Servant comes to me, I refuse him. The world comes to me, I accept them. How foolish am I to think I know? How am I to live in these dark sorrows… Three days, three nights; yet all I think of is bliss delight. Three days, three nights. Three Days, Three Nights. How did I miss the sight… The King of Kings, The Holy Shepherd, The light, the primary. The servant, the gift. The life, the death. The resurrection, There are none left. King of Kings, Lord of Lords! Hear my plea to you! I am nothing,

Rings of Old The air, the sweet, crisp air. I hear you speaking to me… I listen and you talk to me… I hear the rumbling of the forest, the glimmer of death. Oh, sweet, so sweet beautiful eyes. The rings of gold, the rings of trees. If you get it, you'll talk. If you hear, you'll come. The spring of faith, the spring of love. Deaths glittering old sun, how the rumbling comes. Life, death; why do you fight like so? The spring rings of gold in the trees of old. Oh, your beautiful eyes… I can only hope for you to see. Doves fly east as weather falls back. Worlds apart, words so sparse… Golden rings, old swi

Thieves of Life Long ago in a mountain of gold, I saw an angel falling. Long ago in a fiery mountain of gold, I saw what was to be heaven. In a mountain full of lost souls, I searched for the adventure. But hung myself by staying cold.

The Fiddle A fiddle, a two. Like the wrong direction I flew, I play it all day, I play it all night, Like the wrong direction, I do. Keys of sweet harmonious pleasures, Sounds of nonsensical gestures. I continue to play in to the night, I wake every morning, Look at my fiddle and realize, I'm not the person I used to be, The fiddle, the two, The Fiddle, The Free.

My God I wish I could hear the people speak… I wish I could stop this pain killing my heart. I wish I could have the power to live, I wish I had the power to stop myself from dying. Though, I need to remember… Though, I need not forget. My Savior is there. My Savior is near. Though I may fall, though I may stumble, Though I may anger, though I may upset, Though I may seek, though I may step, I need not forget. My Savior is there. My Savior is near. The sin is killing me, daily. My sin is crushing my shoulders, This unbearable weight. Action after action, picture after picture, Time after time, night after night,