You are loved.
There is truth in that.
There is a God above
who doth prove that.
For wherever you are,
wherever you were at,
There is always love.
Believe, if anything,
in that.

There's a common lie in this society
They're dying to get you to believe.
That you cannot be all alone,
that just YOU is not all you need.

But there is truth in Jesus Christ,
open your mind, ye shall see.
How so ever it should happen,
we are just meant to **be.

There's a purpose for your life.
If you doubt, remember a man
who denied God three times.
A man who once was Simon,
and became Peter.
A man who converted 3,000 men
into believers.
This same man denied his Christ.
He walked on water with Him
and learned the importance
of where
to keep thine eyes.

God talks to me all day long
And I talk to him
And this is the way I've learned to get on.
He keeps telling me to press on
It won't last forever,
But I have to remember
Only He controls what will belong.
A world where I see you several times a week, but we don't speak...*****.
But I'm hoping it won't last long.
Because I would rather be a blatantly
desperate and in love with you friend
Than an exgirlfriend who is long gone...
I've just never found a better friend than you.
I don't think needing that is wrong.

I'm still hidden.
You've convinced me
this life is worth livin.
Out of all those taking,
I'll still be one giving.
Your life is the life
I hope they see me living.

I am not infallible.
Nor the almighty, powerful.
I am not creator
I am not better,
but I am.
And the differences lies in my believing,
what
I
**am.

I reached two souls tonight,
and I cannot lie.
Even if I don't get what I want,
I don't think I will mind.
I did what God called me to do,
and I feel just fine.

I'm starting to notice something,
I'm unsure if it's true.
But when did all of my writing,
become less about me...
and more about you?

I'm trying desperately,
To write a love story.

But who would call this a "love story"?

Is this a call to action?

I certainly think so,

I started as a chain reaction,

I am moving more towards ebb and flow.

I need the help of you all,

Otherwise these words have no where to go.

Without you they would fall,

dead.

Much like the nation we call home.

I believe God has a plan for my life and there is never a reason to worry.

I believe a positive attitude makes a positive life.

I believe love really is all you need.

I believe the world we live in is an illusion.

I believe in listening to my gut.

I believe in praying about everything.

I believe kindness and ugliness both spread like a disease.

I believe anything is possible.

I believe we are one.

I believe life is a cosmic joke.

It is like a well has opened up in me
I can sing of your love forever.
I can a song that's never been sung
about the Son.

The winds of Heaven are rushing at my back.
Forward we go
Forward we go.
Hallelujah

With just one look towards You.
I melt inside your peace
I am washed from impurities
I am made new again.

Everything I thought I'd ever be
Everything I thought I'd ever do
Means nothing to me,
Compared to a reality with you.

Why do I have to be so perceptive?
To those being deceptive.
It burns through my
third eye's retina
emerita
of no nebula
aware of
everything.
Failing me never.
I guess I can thank God
for having made me
so clever.

I guess they didn't hear the truth the first time-

Innocent people die.
Are beaten.
Rights violated.
By those who are supposed to protect.

That is never okay, no matter the case.
I guess you're just a **** if you walk down the street and happen to be black.

Even if you're a professor, or thirteen year old, or old man. I guess the victim shouldn't ask for it..,right.

When you don't know why

A songbird sings,
A church bell rings,
A country accepts kings,
A flower waits for springs,
A child loves the swings,
A musician plucks strings,
A rich woman is in love with her things,

I guess it all can seem to sting....

Everyone needs someone to believe
They're still a good person
When they no longer can.

The doubts creep in cause I can't sleep,
Cause you're no longer next to me,
So who's there to tell me I am.

I can't sit anywhere and not drown out the people
But I turn the beats down just enough to judge whether or not they evil
Why does everything I hear in real life
Go inside my ears and get processed as a sound bite?
How can I know I'm wrong, yet I'm still right?
How these people keep befriending me, but when I contemplated IT I was all alone that night.
Why can God be the only one to judge us?
As your role model snorts ******* off a lost girl's *** in the back of his tour bus.
I thought I already lost everything.
So Sam-I-Am, told me again
Not a fan of H.A.M.
Cause he already tried it.
I denied it.
I don't really own anything, cause one day you wake up and everything isn't enough
You need more (do more), wanna buy more stuff
If I believe what I say I really do
How come everytime I go technocamping I feel like my life is just something I move through?
Why does a retweet make me feel important?
Is a Who still a Who if there is no Horton?
Madness, like the only hat I own is the one you left inside my home
Right before you left me forever alone, so not technically a hatter
No patience for useless, polite chatter
Because I think so much ****, when it comes out I like it to actually matter
I question myself into oblivion
Jack Harper, I'm the hero though I'm part of a whole destorying the home we're living on.
I know I just need to be hapy.
Telling my thoughts to shut up because the lines read too sappy.
I have never been a romantic out loud,
And the truest part of me failed to bloom when you left the sky with just clouds
You were the sunshine, can you understand now?
Cause I'm cryptic, normally optimistic
Threw my pessimism under ornately beautiful shrouds
You should have loved me when I made it impossible
We'd be together today, I'd be okay
But your happiness not probable
Now this goes back to the first line,
I stopped listening cause I fear what they'll do to me in time.

Does any of the **** I do matter?
Type.
Type.
"      ".
More useless chatter.
More problems on a silver platter.
Type.
Type.
...
At least I'm a "poet" right?

Well if you're wanting honest,
sometimes I know it all.

I have said it before,
and with this, they will surely have a ball.

But here's another truth.
I know nothing at all

Blame it on my worldly youth,
certainly not the alcohol.

I have persisted in being right,
but self-righteous? I ain't that type.

Hollywood smile, and a body to match
Seemingly lovely, but there's certainly a catch.

Watch your sins and thy evil back.
I am of light, and in fact,
I am coming for atonement
of those opponents who lack
grace and love behind their backs

I AM SEEKING.
dethronement,in the form of modern day locust.
A plague on your houses, as I focus
on what you hide out of sight.
**I find my best days
come after ridding the world
of the longest and darkest nights.

I guess I get unimpressed
by most of which I read.
Even my own writings,
knowing fully how that seems.
A bit depressing to hear these tidings,
that tug gently at my seams.
Misery always seems inviting
on this side of the screen.
Where is the romance in delighting
of life and all its wonderful dreams?  
Am I the only one to get excited
at things I cannot see?
I cannot be the only one to share
what I believe.
I promise more awaits you than
lusting over sorrow
and feeling in between.

If you want it,
it will be

Try your destiny on,
When it fits, you will **see

If you were my friend then,
you are my friend now.
Don't get so wrapped up,
in the why or how.
If I can't be there for you,
Or you can't be there for me.
Take comfort in the fact
we need no apologies.
My friend, find a way somehow.
There is no then or when,
just a chance to try again now.

What happens to a flower when you choose not to water it? It dies.

*I was just hoping instead of dehydration, we could find some way to compromise.

I'm swimming in an ocean,
far out to sea.
I've lost all magic potions,
to help me just be.
And when I'm scared
I close my eyes.
I picture a time when
everything is going right.
And...suddenly...I...see...

**Everything I could want, I will already be.

You are building your story one day at a time.
It is up to you, if you want
                       that story to rhyme.
It is up to you, if you want
                      to fill it with lines,
That make all the sense in the world,
                     but aren't truly your design.
It is up to you to decide how your pages are spent,
                    do you want a life of accident?
Or to accomplish a great destiny,
                    which you fully meant.

On a bench I've never sat on, absorbing a brand new view.
I wonder if listening when people tell you who they are is something I should still do.
You give me different kinds of highlights, sort of like a preview.
But will I ever know if these things are even in you?

If your hesitation resides inside your glance
Will you walk tall to show pride?
Is it in your stance?
Where is it that you hide your romance?
See a person is so complex, I fear I'll never truly know after a lifetime, much less a first glance.

My heart aches when I think,
About the regret I have for every blink,
Because I hate to miss a second of this beautiful planet.
So few share my view, but it's right there- how do you not understand it?
The beauty in every messy, ugly flaw.
The song in every squawk of the crow's caw.
The ever changing painting of the sky.
So beautiful, and we're all so undeserving I can never understand why
So many of you won't give true understanding a try .