I can't quite tell, but  I think you've been living in a shell.
I'd like you to come out, and show me what you're all about.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

If all we've seen or seem is but a dream within a dream,
does that mean, when you visit me in my dreams,
it's not a dream at all, but reality?
And if not all is previously seen or seemed,
then maybe we really are just dreams within dreams.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

It could take a lifetime
to realize what it is
we've come here for
It could take a lifetime
until you come knockin at my door
It okay cause' I know
what I'm looking for
I thought I found you
once. But you slipped
right through my fingers
and I couldn't see you
anymore. Who knows.
It could take a lifetime
So please come find me
I don' know where you are
Maybe I'm blinded, but
I couldn't be sure.
Who really knows,
anything anymore?
One thing I do know
for sure. Is that I'll
find you, in this crazy
mixed up world.
I'd just like to tell you
please don't give up,
I'll be there soon.

© 2013 Christina Jackson

Such beauty she radiates.
Glistening, glowing.
Into the sun, she melts away.
Rays so bright, but you
cannot look away.
Such beauty she radiates.
On the darkest of days.
Always smiling, yet
something has changed.
And nothing's the same.
Such beauty she radiates.
But is she worth the pain?

© 2013 Christina Jackson

Clouds are lost souls, searching for their place.
They pass over all the land's and all the sea's,
but they have yet to find their missing piece.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

These threads we weave,
what a tangled web we've conceived.
Memories woven into paper, parchment.
Ancient tapestries, un-carved dreams.
Lost souls, disregarded screams.
Millions upon billions of years,
we've spent revolutionizing our means.
The purpose of life, is much simpler
than previously seemed.
Mother nature's blessings, are all that we need.
Survival of the fittest, so it seems.
We all compete, for that irresistible dream.
Those iridescent shapes and colors you perceive.
Are so blatantly out of focus; how insightful of we.
These chains rusted and broken, they all speak to me.
Could it be we've been asking all of the wrong questions?
What if there isn't a purpose to life, and no end to suffering?
How do we attain the unattainable goal, that gift everlasting?
I think we've been asking all of the wrong questions.
And it's absolutely maddening,
© 2013 Christina Jackson