Waiting is hard
Waiting for those words that I want to hear
Words that are worth more than a thousand pictures
More precious than a smile

I pray for his heart
For spring rains of grace to cleanse the darkest parts not yet shared with me
For endurance
For the pursuit of gaining so much more than a life together

I've been told that love is patient
I believe that, I do
I desire that patience
The stillness and peace that comes by releasing him to God
But is he releasing me?
That's what I wonder.

She has it all:

wit, intelligence
and beauty,
but denies them
as if to be special
is somehow
a shame.

She keeps her heart
deep within a castle:
moat, drawbridge,
walls, keep and towers
to keep hurt away.

If you want her you
must lay siege
to the fortress,
slowly break down
all obstacles,
replace them
with trust.

You must win
her by being
patient and worthy.

I am an old soldier
but my will
remains stronger
than most.

I have one
more campaign
left in me.

I will take
this citadel,
overcome
these obstacles
or break my heart
on its walls.

Defeat is not
an option where
such a prize
awaits.

"Once more into
the breach."

   ~mce

The first mistake he made
Was comparing me to the moon.
He saw a pattern in my sadness,
A floating echo, a heavy balloon,
People are not echos.
What else could I say?
He would strangle me with flattery
if it would excuse his behavior from saturday.
I will not humor him. I will not do it.
But his persistence may corner me into violence.

No, the moon does wonders
It shines, and then it passes
Hiding behind clouds of wet thunder
It moves me, and the masses

Scraping his guts off the wall, he cried
Drunkenly sighed my name
gave me all the blame
Because I had agreed to pregame
So I should bear all kinds of shame
for enduring his obsessive habit,
even a minute of it,
and for getting tagged into his suicidal ball game.

After all my patience and dedication and stories,
they're finally sold.
So, what now?
Just **** out their souls?
Egos covered in rage and big talk and
lonely, putrid mold.
Now I am just finished.
This house is finished.

Yes, it takes a thousand moments.
Yes, it takes lies and perseverance.
There are hundreds of ways to get what you want.
I might look delicate but I
feel pretty blunt.
Why should I pause for a beast I've condemned?
He does not glow,
he is not moving,
he has only loved in vain.
I would like you
instead.

I love when you come back.
You wax and wane.
You are too big for my pain.
You are the light in the night.
You are always out of sight.

there is so much grace to see
and so many ways to be
Wait With Me Patiently
Bless Me With Your Ability

I am a resident among stars, though I do not yet shine as brightly as they;
Among words and wonders, wandering, though not lost, still to find my way;
Among dreams unfulfilled, inheritance unwilled, love un-distilled, and a fervor un-obeyed. I am a young prince, and I am about, to come of age.
I will take the helm, I will rule a realm, and may Justice Rule my Reign.
For I am resident among stars, and 'tis my destiny to shine as brightly as they.

She waits for the best of rains, the Earth, wouldn't she?
He waits for the best of repentance, God, wouldn't he?
They wait for the words to flow from their souls, the poets, wouldn't they?
So my patience will only make my love grow for you, wouldn't it?

Your colors faded when I opened my eyes,
What remains is your face I once use to know.
Broken and shattered into pieces are my hearts remains,
And the remains are filled with your embrace!

In tears of flame I wait for you, my love,
I wait by your footsteps, where once flowers bloomed!

Patience is a virtue not owned by many
Only when you pause do you see things for how they truly are,
Only when you wait can you allow the universe to guide you to where you need to be,
Only with time can you heal and grow,
Be patient for it is a virtue worth owning.

I waited for you.
I wait for you all the time.
When you're with me I'm waiting for you,
in my sleep I wait for you,
in my dreams I wonder where you are.
I look at you, and I wonder where you are.
Patience is my only weapon.

What if I told you there was a place.
where souls come, go, get lost.
For us few,there's just not enough disk space.
Even then, we shall continue to Praise.

My only hope is a controlled chemical reaction.
Neurotransmission is my only way to the celestial.
The closer to man, the bigger gravitational interaction.
The loneliness of a lost soul is nothing exceptional.

We all are on the receiving end of an unanswered prayer.
All these questions we do not know, our faith rarely grows.
The sweat, blood, and tears of lost men forms a giant layer
Over the entire earth; only then we might know.

Do these Heavenly deities feel the need to inspire?
The world is becoming more and more apathetic.
The souls of these sheep no longer have the herdsman to acquire.
All places once filled with beauty; ran outa' the need for aesthetics.

A species with infinite passion and potential
Have been left behind by these loving Saints.
Curse our flaws, through gods eyes, we seem inconsequential.
The suppression of our souls and emotions have made us faint.

God waits to bless all these souls who have become refugees.
You cannot live this life waiting to die. DO GREAT THINGS.
These expensive chemical reactions forced upon my body & Soul.
Lo, even if i do make the right choices, I seemingly never find the King.

The almighty likes to play that sick game of hide and seek.
On this morning, I cry, and cry more to fill this creek.
That is headed directly towards the castle.
Gods love is so bright; it cannot ever be used as a crutch.

We can all be blinded by the expectation of blessings.
Fight, fight, fight because you cannot come out of retirement in life.
Soon you shall see greater beauty and emotional bliss
Than you could have ever even prayed for.

Patience.  It's the spirit of a higher power can make the difference.
Seek knowledge about god and all religion is important business.
Ask with honesty, and god promised to be there for assistance.
We are all sons and daughters of him/her, let's all beat this sickness.

This war and never ending hiding is coming to an end.
Soon, his flock will return like an old friend.
Lucifer, Oh Lucifer, stay back from thee.