I'm stuck inside myself
I got scared and called for help
but a year of pushing friends away
left me yelling to nobody
I missed all of my exits and now
the road looks unclear before me
I've forgotten what I learned in driving lessons
and I keep seeing signs of you and me
I'm stuck inside myself
waited too long to ask for help
a year of deviating healing
and speeding down roads I carved out of skin
I should have shed months ago,
how will I know?
What does healing look like?
This intrapersonal fight has fogged my eyesight,
and the roads are snowy now since it's winter again,
I fear I won't ever win,
this intrapersonal warfare has left me on the field,
wounded and silent, afraid to reach out,
I fear I might not ever know what it's like to heal
I must prepare for my Shine
Quickly she approaches
I look to the sky for a sign
Now fear she encroaches
Two options set before me
I know what I want
Though unsure on my decree
My talents miss their vaunt
And I could use some esprit
Revisit an old haunt
Or stay and let it all be?
A face, a place, a heart of change
A lash, a laugh, a star in the dark
A tear, some wear, lived out well
A Boy, a Girl, a spirit that gels
A curve, a bump, all but none
A sound, a silence a state of heart
A beat, a whack, loves attack
A sign, a fate a decision to make
A repel a need, something to see
A rock, a stump, is it all done?
In you, in me, in her, in him
A water, a sky, in dirt and all worth
Only God decides what's not.
Now who am I to judge the earth?
McDonald's not the place
That miserable place,
The place I work at,
Don't get me wrong,
It puts bread on the table,
This drama that people throw at you,
It's really just poppycock,
The job is too easy,
Just press a button,
like the easy button
Wish I had a mute button
So I can silence the clicking of these buttons..
-Paul R Hensley |||
O Lovely Lady, tell me what’s thy sign?
I swear to thee I’ve seen thy face before,
Most truthfully I say my heart is thine.
Thou must be badly bruised,oh tasty one,
To fall from heaven to the floor.
O Aching Angel, tell me what’s thy sign?
If the alphabet t’were mine to rearrange,
U and I would be its core.
Most happily I say my heart is thine.
Thy father must have been a baker fine,
For thy buns have me wishing more.
O Perfect Pastry, tell me what’s thy sign?
Lend me a map, I’ve little time,
your darkest shoreline to explore.
Most willingly I say my heart thine.
I have no place to live or dine,
Be merciful and take me through thy door.
O Hasty Hostess, tell me what’s thy sign?
Most insistently I say thy bed is mine.
If you show me the sign
Then, I'll show you mine
You made me moved on from a heart sore
I see you clearly as my door
Thinking about an angel right next to me
She might be the paradise, where I want to be
Finding an open windows to lock your doors
To feel the breeze from the wave to explore
Seeing you soar above the cloud
Made me want to shout your name out loud
I can see you from a mile far
You can save me by finding me at war
Searching for peace which is you
Angel, seeing you as your eyes grew
That's how I see you true
I can't make up my mind to know which one I would choose
To the dark one that I have lost
Who is stuck in my thought
From the crossroad that we crossed
One day, I hope that we get uncrossed...
God really cannot ever be either bought or sold
but is found in the heart where love does unfold.
If we look within ourselves and behold The Light
know it's a sign of His Grace and a blessed sight.
How can your eyes hold so much, but you portray so little? Your own body is hypocritical to your mind, your eyes as well as your heart. And it is like they completely change over when you see certain people.
The new girl became a threat that you did not see coming. Between the both of you, no one knows who was the secret. You were it to her as she was to you, but to him he did not see you as the secret.
He did not want you to be the secret, he wanted you to be the sign.