4.12.2008

Sometimes...

Rain

Sometimes stars twinkle and fall on our face and cloud our vision and we mistake it for dust.
Sometimes someone extends their hand to help us up and we automatically think they want to push us down.
Sometimes the hurtful comment from an enemy seem better than the kind advice from a friend.
Sometimes the alluring kiss of a lover seems more comforting than the loving handshake from a man.
Sometimes the words from our parents seem ancient and annoying compared to the enticing words from "friends".
Sometimes a party doesn't seem like a party without any alcohol.
Sometimes we feel like we aren't interesting enough so we invent and drink and cajole to mask insecurities.
Sometimes the only real we know is fake.
Sometimes words that are true seem like ashes on our lips compared to the honeyed nectar of lies.
Sometimes you want to feel sexier so you lower your blouse and bat your lashes instead of smiling with your eyes.
Sometimes we laugh to cover a cry.
Sometimes we dance to cover our lameness.
Sometimes we fix our outside and let the inside rot.
Sometimes we fall in love instead of walking into it with our eyes open.
Sometimes we ignore a gentle knock but open the door to evil banging.

The Deceiver walks among us. He roams like a lion looking for it's prey. Don't open the gates or the flood will rush in.

4.09.2008

A little ditty. It's not so witty. :]

So long, it happened so long ago
So sad, so sad was she when she heard the news
So glad, so glad was he right before he went to sleep
She walked on cracked pavement
He floated on streets of gold
Brackets on her face showed her troubles
Lines on his face gave way to his hope

Two people so alike
A million people so alike
How many does it take to change the world?
The world is spinning like the wheels of a bike
Round and round and then stop.

Two sides, black and white
Silver is a lining we can sometimes reach
But parables and stories are hard to teach
So day after day we go on and fight

Against love that is shown
Against forces from a throne
Until we are left bloodied and marred from our own fists
Skin and bones, with nothing real that convicts.