I climb this mountain
While my hands bleed true
I climb this mountain
Just for you
You are not between rocks
Or at mountain peak
I climb and bleed
So I don't seem weak
These bleeding hands
are not brave nor bold
I hope you know
They are only yours to hold
I climb this mountain
With no goal or plan
A bleeding testament
To the ego of man
Men do stupid things, sometimes without reason, for the person they love. Sometimes just to prove to themselves that they are deserving of love.
sun kissed cheeks of grace
lift young hearts from darkened space
ascend where love waits
A friend of a friend is now my friend
befriended to me to the very end
she always has an ear to lend
especially to me who's on the mend
placating anxiety to which I tend
many minutes with her I love to spend
her hand of friendship there to extend
she runs a cafe which I do commend
competitive pricing prevents overspend
moist scones with strawberry jam I recommend
making weekends existentially transcend
to be fake cousins we sometimes pretend
for a meeting place she's a godsend
when I feel my life descends towards a dead end
she wends my spirits to relentlessly ascend
her recipe for life has the perfect blend
now do the right thing and make this trend!
I'm only codding ya with the last line.
If you ever climb a mountain
There's something you shouldn't do
Do not stay at the peak of the mountain
Simply because of the view
You can stay there for a little bit
Enjoy it while it lasts
But when the time comes
Let the past be the past
If you hold on to a moment
Till you've held on far too long
You'll miss the enjoyment of today
And that moment becomes a worn out song
So if you dwell in the past
Let go and move on instead
Once you look forward you'll realize
There are only more beautiful mountains ahead
As you move on you'll want to look back
At the things that you've come over
The peaks, the creeks, the valleys,
The glaciers, the rivers
Look back. That's okay!
Take a minute to reflect
Your past can help you prepare
For what might be coming next
While you're looking though, be careful
With how your time is spent
Because every moment looking back
Is one less step towards your next ascent
I've gone through a struggle of not letting go of my past. Most people have a hard time letting go of the bad stuff in their past, but I think just as many people have a hard time letting go of the good stuff. We spend too much time admiring the "good old days" and wishing we had them back. It keeps us from fully experiencing the "now" and from truly moving forward. I'm not saying to forget everything you ever experience. It's perfectly okay to fondly reminisce about good memories or to every now and then cry about bad ones. Just don't DWELL in your past experiences.
They each have a duty
But this girl named Angel is different
She does not ascend
For she has something to amend
To sin was never her intent
Will she ever reclaim that beauty?
I had thought about death on many occasions
To end all frustrations
A simple step it's all it'll take to transcend
Oh it's time to ascend
Time for me to amend for all my sins
I guess this is where it again begins
Rollercoaster of emotions always starts the the worst times
Though I know what it is I still choose to hide within it
A paradox to entertain
enveloped by change
Though I know what it is I still remain
Thoughts wander invariably
The labyrinth of quest
Is it the nature of desire that truly drives the ego?
Why then, do we fear it?
Though it brings everything into question I still thrive on discovery
These chemicals mix and bring about the same result
An expression of where the soul plays
It's perfect because it is and nothing is perfect too
Though an ego can be trouble, it's the catalyst for more
A secret God is the only God that will remain true
Harsh voodoo playing on the tongue
All to acknowledge ye be the bird that sung
Or the sword that swung
Or the bell that rung
Though it carries vanity, it also brings a melody
I see the spiral
I see the light
I hear the halo's birth song every single night
And I praise its glory in every way
I love you, dear shadow
You are not an enemy
In truth I know I am the one that beckons the
And though it plays a part, it always meet an end
In silver lines and diamond hills
A students will, a master's skill
A lovers passion, a sage's blessing
Collect the lightning
breathe the fire
Inherit the earth and waters
grow them higher
See the planes
Forgive the method of those in pain
Though the struggle urges to fall back, I adhere and then move forward
Let it roll
Ride in faith
Spirit tides calm the ocean
The music was heard and the dance began
Onward into the infinite wonder
On wings of expelled vapour
did they venture beyond the hangings
of gravity and they ascended to heights
that blended with thoughts of fulfilment.
Wisps were expelled till exhalation
was exhausted, and slowly what arose
descended to it eventual beginnings.
But declining was harder than was imagined.
Pain elevated as the friction of reality swept
over, and where the vapour once filled there
interior now only emptiness did eviscerate the
stable mentality and wished only to ascend again.
*"Beauty of a dream, that is a nightmare of reality,
The pieces are spread across the carpet
and they scatter as far as the horizon goes,
a journey to repair what could be left.
This is the testament to dedication,
a question of if this soul was worth it.
I won't ever know and the stars
in the sky are further from reach now
than they've ever been in my life.
The dawn is rising and I still don't know.
I don't know if this soul was worth it.
Was it worth it? Can we light up?
Can we ascend into the endless white?