I can't really believe I wrote this
If you can understand it you will be a better person |
Inspiration comes and goes and grows and shows me moments I need to know and hold until it's told A story folds in bold doors closed for options chose Hosing growth and losing hope posing fluid flow With subtle prose spoke with not a note of meaning It is demeaning to screen these scenes of obscene seeing No awareness seen, believing is seeming to be leaving Screaming darkness hurts the heart far apart from marks hearkened Life darkened in a shell of a self flourished well of hell To dwell and despair in stale air impaired with unfair affairs Karma ensnares, ingraining wicked pain upon the brain and heart it stains, it's hard, it is a part of all we are far apart from where we're not We forgot the plot God sought and lost reason for believing It's treason, a season of ignorance breathing beseeches the earth The sky is grieving, love is leaving, the dirt hurts, heal this bleeding With something more than hordes of gold, something full and whole Hold another story of glory only unfolding for the world's concern Let it burn the ears that hear no fear searing with healing yearned Feeling earned from the gift of giving, living with hope and peace A path to destiny's seat, pleased being, believing, then seeing Humble charity freeing feeling from disparity inhaling air of love Of doves, unconditional sun of warmth and heat spread sweetly To the feet of illusioned souls hoping for a rope out of a self-inflicted hole The sun does not discriminate, it disseminates its love in full |