Life is not What Reassuring Come what may It has its unforsaking moments Its unpredictable Challenging it's Horrid You take a tumble You got caught out Quite by surprise The moment hit you. You fall down like A ton of bricks You try on your best smile But inside you want to cry. You take off to a quiet place To gather up your thoughts for at least a while. But time shoulders on You just break down and howel like an dog. Saying why me What have I done. Jesus says my child don't Do this alone. You can't bare my cross all alone. I waited for you. To say I'll hold your hand Through the storm. Walk with me I will carry you through. Into my light Present you with an everlasting crown.
I looked back at the rows of stone, with the many carved names. I wonder if they had anyone to cry for their loss. Did anyone weep for their death, or were they like me? again, my thoughts scoffed at myself. No one will ever be like me. I lifted the gun to my trembling head. In a way, it was calming… I was now stronger than my thoughts, holding a power it never had. Farewell miserable world, you’ve given me my pain and all of my sorrow. But I've one last request. Please, cry for me.
the walk through the dark forest, with these trembling legs full of fear. the fear of hissing coming from a height, And the rumors of a living giant bear. the crying trees suffering from blight. hands start shaking, whenever I try to write. the experience was honest and real, that roar if lion I still can hear.
He is a child who covers his eyes with peep-hole hands and thinks himself unseen; he talks softly when the multitude shouts out loud, and hums sweet tunes to block the trembling arpeggios and clashing riffs of humanity in discord. He is overwhelmed by the silence of life's unspoken words. He is a listener who also has something to say. He sees into the hearts of men. Will you let him speak?
Speak if you will, Shy, of what lies within the hearts of men - unspoken thoughts and peep-hole tremblings - the whole of life’s silent and unseen somethings. Softly now; block out the discordant shouts of the clashing multitude. Close your sweet eyes and listen to those tuneful arpeggios and undercover riffs. Talk to me. Can you hear the sweet sound of humanity humming out loud?
‘My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world. - Dejan Stojanovic