It’s the place we live
A place of treachery
A place of trembling hope
And sorrow
A place where centuries of salty tears
Have cried the oceans high
Where the pines, the redwoods, and the oaks
Have fled high to the skies—learning from their earthly mistakes
I want to know it all
But I know I never will
And I want to feel strong
But a feeble human existence can never fulfill
And when the thorn ******
That’s when I’ll feel pain
But to the pain I feel when I lose you
Every few months-it is nothing
You were here on the first day
And we know-- and He knows
You wont be here for the last
But I hope you will be, for the talks in between
We don’t really talk about it
Instead we talk to talk intelligently
And I like that
And you like that
And that is why we’re the same
I wonder when I’ll have faith
Perhaps, when you have faith
Have faith in me and have trust in my words
Sorrys spread themselves wide—too wide
With every rise of the sun and turn of the tide
Despite the try, despite a determination of independence
They are taken
I worry I lack some sympathy
For I did not cry the day I heard
But you do not cry on the days you die
And you die for quite a few of them
Do you know who knows?
Or do you not care
Does it matter?
For me, it does, and you know, and he knows, and she knows
I scoffed the day I heard you believed
I laughed that I figured you a man of reason
You said you could be both
I still scoff
When I shall count the stars
When I shall breathe evenly
When I shall free the butterflies from the pits of me
That’s when I shall—when I shall free you of the blame
I know you deny it
And you may right not deserve it
But when I’ve read of all the little live things
We too, will be alive
Do you count your lucky stars
Or do you rest assured
I call the arrogance a bluff
I call it today—for tomorrow
The blanket of grey
Which comforts me so nicely
Will always remain a compliment
A compliment, remembered, and not deserved
It’s a humbling experience to realize
Not one idea you will think
Will ever be
Original
And it’s a disappointment to realize
Some ideas
Ideas of others
You will never even think
In that I call injustice
But no one will make it just
And I will rest aside
Quiet… less than robust
My existence is frightening
So is yours
So is his, so is hers
Though arrogance makes for a fantastic façade
And we’re all incredibly concerned
That today will be lost before we have achieved something--anything
Yet too distracted by tomorrow
We fulfill the prophecy, and yes, we lose today
Pride is a thing to tussle with
I want to be proud, but more so, I want you to be proud
Of me
We’ve been told to not be so proud
To be humble and oh so very honest
Though those before me have proved, time, time again
That to be anyone and to get anywhere,
Humility just won’t do
And that’s the juxtaposition I live
The contradiction I’ll never escape
How to make it all of worth
While upholding a worth of self
Your mood changes with the moon
And I try not to mind
For I know that mine
Is as steady as the tides—not very
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
It’s the place we live
A place of treachery
A place of trembling hope
And sorrow
A place where centuries of salty tears
Have cried the oceans high
Where the pines, the redwoods, and the oaks
Have fled high to the skies—learning from their earthly mistakes
I want to know it all
But I know I never will
And I want to feel strong
But a feeble human existence can never fulfill
And when the thorn ******
That’s when I’ll feel pain
But to the pain I feel when I lose you
Every few months-it is nothing
You were here on the first day
And we know-- and He knows
You wont be here for the last
But I hope you will be, for the talks in between
We don’t really talk about it
Instead we talk to talk intelligently
And I like that
And you like that
And that is why we’re the same
I wonder when I’ll have faith
Perhaps, when you have faith
Have faith in me and have trust in my words
Sorrys spread themselves wide—too wide
With every rise of the sun and turn of the tide
Despite the try, despite a determination of independence
They are taken
I worry I lack some sympathy
For I did not cry the day I heard
But you do not cry on the days you die
And you die for quite a few of them
Do you know who knows?
Or do you not care
Does it matter?
For me, it does, and you know, and he knows, and she knows
I scoffed the day I heard you believed
I laughed that I figured you a man of reason
You said you could be both
I still scoff
When I shall count the stars
When I shall breathe evenly
When I shall free the butterflies from the pits of me
That’s when I shall—when I shall free you of the blame
I know you deny it
And you may right not deserve it
But when I’ve read of all the little live things
We too, will be alive
Do you count your lucky stars
Or do you rest assured
I call the arrogance a bluff
I call it today—for tomorrow
The blanket of grey
Which comforts me so nicely
Will always remain a compliment
A compliment, remembered, and not deserved
It’s a humbling experience to realize
Not one idea you will think
Will ever be
Original
And it’s a disappointment to realize
Some ideas
Ideas of others
You will never even think
In that I call injustice
But no one will make it just
And I will rest aside
Quiet… less than robust
My existence is frightening
So is yours
So is his, so is hers
Though arrogance makes for a fantastic façade
And we’re all incredibly concerned
That today will be lost before we have achieved something--anything
Yet too distracted by tomorrow
We fulfill the prophecy, and yes, we lose today
Pride is a thing to tussle with
I want to be proud, but more so, I want you to be proud
Of me
We’ve been told to not be so proud
To be humble and oh so very honest
Though those before me have proved, time, time again
That to be anyone and to get anywhere,
Humility just won’t do
And that’s the juxtaposition I live
The contradiction I’ll never escape
How to make it all of worth
While upholding a worth of self
Your mood changes with the moon
And I try not to mind
For I know that mine
Is as steady as the tides—not very
