#onward
Tall glass towers; on mountains of golden lakes.
An island of ten million dreams; blinded by the lights
of life. Heaven is a time like no other, as nothing has
an end. But all of it's residents have met their end.
Phased by the breath of tens of labours; the works of my
hands. I built glass memories, so fragile of remembering a
tragic past. All that is wasted; wasting away in thoughts.
****** as my hairs in the morning. Some on my neck, of
having their rest on my pillowcases.
A heavy throat, and it's husky voice. _Mmh mmh;_ clearing it
to speak into a day. This morning is a timeless piece of whisky;
strong as the first swallow of belief.
Do I...
_believe of any goodness ahead of me for today? A chance of better wealth to add some weight to a wallet? Meeting my potential love; as they're waiting out there?_
But when, and how far are all of these things?
Who are the fools to know; all of the wisdom of ancestors
of where they should go? My forefathers have been at this place before. I do suppose; that I am progresses living words.
Onwards, forward, towards, heading, advances, going to
the places of what progress asks of me to go.
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 3:47 PM UTC
I'll sing a song
of Sophie
and the life I've left behind
I've kept all your love notes
but I never found the time
to write you back
I lost track
it always slipped my mind
until the day I lost you
and I could no longer
call you mine.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
Onward I go
without an idea
of what's to come.
Just bringing along
the things I've learned
and keeping time with
the forever shifting pace
of onward...
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC
Knocking on your door
But no one's home today
I brought a cake and iced champagne
It was supposed to be a special occasion
I call and get no answer
I get no explanation
I'm just standing here by myself
But I guess that's how it goes
So, oh well
Songbirds
Lovebirds
What difference does it make?
It's all a dance to be danced
The end result is the same
Everything that happens winds up in the grave
Still wide awake at 2
My palms sweat in a motel room
See you again?
Maybe the next time
Maybe someday soon
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
The toll of Angers tide -
Compels us on, and forward
Forward:
Satisfaction, it never comes!
Forward;
the only direction left to go,
Onward-
We stumble.
Forward-
We're pushed.
The toll of Angers tide -
Compels us on,
Pushing
Pushing us further, pushing us forward...
the tolling of angers tide-
the unrelenting force.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
You said I was the only step,
but you always took one
back..
Never walking us forward,
excuses, like I had to tie my laces,
or my feet ache you walk on.
But I never looked back,
and you never moved forward.
We were a distance apart but I'd only
took one more step than
you.
But one can equal more when its
not synchronized with your heart.
The next day, you had walked off,
we weren't even walking in the same
postcode...
I took of the shoes I wore when we walked,
and now I'm bare foot.
But you know what I'm walking further without
you.
My perception isn't clouded by your backward
footing.
I'm free to walk without the pleasure
of having to look backwards..
Just walking onward without pausing to see
who cares how far my footsteps
have wondered,.
I'm strolling at my own pace
passing with no goodbyes.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
What turn did we make
what branch of the road
with so much at stake
we shouldered the load
The troubles ahead
much like those behind
we made our own beds
though deaf, dumb, and blind
It's simple to point
assigning the goat
but hard to pinpoint
for no written notes
No plans on the map
no route we could name
ending caught in the trap
with no one too
blame
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
the thing about Grace,
is that She doesn't demand to be known.
There are no threats, no shame, no fear.
It's me, and Her.
and She normally comes by when I least want Her there.
when I'm sobbing, locking the door, and sprinting as fast as I can in the other direction.
She says nothing, asks nothing, demands nothing.
My heart, my wounds, my guilt, my shame, my fears, my anger, my doubts, my past.
She keeps pace with me. Stride for stride. She can keep up.
it's funny how She reminds me of hope, and of what was. And what will come again.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
like two banks of the same river
sharing a stream
but never meeting
like two heads on the same pillow
sharing a dream
but always sleeping
like two heads of the same coin
when one shows face
the other will hide
like two beats of the same drum
one heart out of place
one hardened inside
like thoughts on the tip of the tongue
a predictable sentence
never put in to words
like lines on a ******* tightrope
this addictive tension
will never get cut
a spark in the darkness
forming filaments of fire
a centennial light of
ever burning desire
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
I wish at the time I had told you how I felt
But I guess my guilt is stronger than I meant
You made my heart melt my love
But I couldn’t keep it safe
Like a bird taking flight it flew through empty space
And no matter how fast I ran I could never catch your wings
So now I train every day through the sun and the rain to catch up to the things I lost when you left
The only theft was me robbing myself of you by letting you go and repelling you slowly
I didn’t mean to push you away I just want you to stay but it gets easier by the day getting over you
Maybe it wasn’t mean to be but honestly I would gladly blindly follow you for eternity
Something about you tugs at my soul and I can’t seem to feel whole without you
I know it will never be you and me but I’ll chase the wind daily until just maybe I can catch a glimpse of your soaring wings above me
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
I've begun to summon
a voice of my own
but it still falls short
when I need it the most.
I still have so much left to learn and yet
it just feels like I should
already know all of it.
I have only just begun
to dig my own place
in confidence and wonder and transparent faith.
but every time I look up it seems
I'm always losing my grip on more than I keep.
I am not hopeless, but
a little out-of-world, I spose.
it's been a while since I've had
a glimpse of where my path goes.
(stay by my side, Lord,
lend me Your hand.
together we'll walk
upon the dry land.)
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
With tenacious tread I seek the dawn
Like urban trees drink deep
Of lake water and clear skies, I plant my feet
Only to stumble through
The arid wasteland of my wound.
I walk off the pain
Though each step draws the flames higher
Each breath becomes an act of will
My own heel my pyre.
I set my eye, with rigid strides
Press toward the gold horizon line.
Maybe a fool: I am my own fuel
As forward motion consumes, I'm vaporized
And my sparks skyward fly.
Ashes
To ashes, dust
To dust.
Each searing step I take alone
Then in the coals see marks
Of other feet, upward look and meet
Eyes ember bright, fearless
Fingers tracing filaments against the night.
Fire walkers give off the light
By which we find a way
A note or rhyme, a guiding flame
As forward motion consumes, refines
And our sparks skyward fly.
Ashes
To ashes, dust
To dust
To gold.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Burn it to the ground
alight with fire and energy
all the places we have found
all of what we failed, too be
Easy and mellowed traces
what we thought would lead us through
in and out of places
things we thought, were true
Onward and ever upward
we'll put it all behind
no matter hard or awkward
following
the signs
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC
Dream, like Martin Luther King Jr. once dreamed.
Hope, like our ancestors once hoped.
Live, not passively as if privileged,
but live determined to make these dreams reality,
as if your life depends on it, because it does.
By God's mercy and grace freely given, march ahead and
MOVE FORWARD!
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
Changes are life-transforming, and they all start with the renewing of the mind. You need change to make change. You need change to bring change. To renew your mind is to change your mind. Change it. By reading different books, listening to different podcasts or music; Feed it with life-sustaining and culture-cultivating material and influences. It matters. All of it.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
Change in legacy. Change in living conditions. Change in action and behavior. Change in habits. Change in mentality and in spirituality. Change in income. Change in social class. Change in education. Change in self. Change in others. Change in opportunity. Change in setting up the next generation to surpass the successors of our own. Change in heart, mind, and soul. Change in health and in wealth. Change in attitude and gratitude. Change in generosity and prosperity. Change in how we treat our neighbor. Change in love. Change in life.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
In the midst of uncertainty for tomorrow or even today, there's a confidence and courage found within that forces us to win.
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This grind. This grit. This goal-oriented, goal-achieving, gift-cultivating, courageous and confident, bold, brave spirit, comes from a place of hope, and that hope being for change.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
White puffy clouds
Soft and bright blue in the background
Greens rushing by
Rain sprinkles
Never fully dry
Not today
Turn after turn
Up up up
To the top
Turn after turn
Back to the bottom
Farther and farther
Whisking by
Town after town
People living their lives
As I rush on by
Going to go somewhere
To learn about me
But this world still is happening
People and their routines
Day in and out
Same clouds
Same temperature
Same constant dampness
But I go
Leaving lovers behind
Wanting to give them one last piece of me
But I go
The greens all blur
Trees become brush
Mountains in the distance
Start to fade behind
I keep going
Moving forward
Upward and onward
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
Today's goal,
mimic
all those
unfortunate
souls
met.
Meat,
another use,
all those
unfortunate
souls.
Draw
them in
a pen,
consuming energy,
eating.
*Hungry
hungry
hungry
Hippos* *
*...games.
*Hungry
hungry
hungry
Hippos* *
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
Maybe someday
we'll be better than we imagine
right now
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
Eventually he just faded away
Like the bruises he left me
Nothing seems to add up
When everything is laid out on a spread sheet
He says the words, I love you
Everything feels like a run-through
Next thing he tells me is to **** off
The sudden drop of his ***** made me chaff
Find somebody to worship me he said
Go build yourself and find a place
to break bread.
I could yell and I could scream
But my time is far to valuable to be wasted on somebody so mean.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC