cos when i get mad i get big mad,
should have never did that get back,
bout to feel the wrath of a menace ,
in my bag, in my feelings,
im a bad lil ***** ya know....
When words sprout limbs
And grow as trees in the summertime
Steadily until they bare their fruit
Then my thoughts will be hanging within reach
Would you pluck them as you'd pluck some fruit?
And take a tiny bite of me
Or at least of my thoughts?
Would you, wouldn't you?
Would you, wouldn't you?
This might be a duplicate... I'll look into it later.
The warmth and roundness of me.
Is only there due to the edges taken off by you.
Stones In A Riverbed - The Christian Life
Before the autumn comes
Before the trees are torn by the harsh winds
And the world is consumed by leafy snow
Before the fires edge and burn out slow
And dark soiled Earth is turned to rust
Before the autumn comes again and then
I will find myself
Once more and last
In the springtime of my youth the pass
For there my fate will not be determined
For all are falling, all are fast
But before the autumn comes again
I will outstretch my strong summer arms
And try and hold the winter back
In the springtime of my youth to pass
In October I do battle and each war is always different. It's no longer about making enemies or friends. It's not about ME or this frail human history. It's about the blessing of being able to try and fail. The freedom to be without restraints for a few days (like when I was a younger guy). That freedom to me means oh-so-much.
Tear the idea limb from limb, until the acorn of truth falls.
And then, rend the earth and begin again.
Until another, and another
And another thought begins.
Growing slowly with every Fall.
Acorns everywhere. So are thoughts. Growing. Let them go.
Pull the string on this bursting chest
Jump until it's perfectly timed
For just a moment in hanging past
True stories - Wish I could write fiction
grace my skin
like spring breeze
BE, like a quiet wind through the cattails. BREATHE, like a cloud in the minds sky.
SOUND, like a hallway in the grandest library. And TRUST, like parachute lines.
HEAR, like the rustling deer in the bitterroots. HUM, like it's noone you'll find.
SLEEP, like the deep pooling waters of green. And SIGH, as if he were only there in mind.
Or she. If you're like me.
When the eyes see trees and not possibilities.
A future that is not beyond tomorrow.
A person instead of a lover, or another.
When all of these things, in closing eyes see...
Then ones line of sight is oriented properly.
Meaning - Trees are for more than just use. Tomorrow is more than just another day. Your lover is a person, not your past. And to see the truth in these things is to be in THE moment.
We spend our academic lives...
-worshiping ours, or
-regurgitating someone else's
When words are meant to be neither of these.
That... And they do mean more at night.