Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Lost in Transition
Lately, I've been thinking I need to reposition myself. I feel that maybe I'm not where I want or need to be because I'm afraid to let go of old weights that hold me to places I should have left long ago. As I strive to remove dead weights (friendships, habits, bad choices) I realize that part of the hold up also is the fear of new. In the place I am, even if it's not a happy place, it's a familiar and comfortable place and so I hold on even when I know I need to let go. So this morning I woke up and decided a little at a time, and if possible alot at a time I am going to cast off those things that easily weighs me down for those new, exciting and unchartered waters up ahead. Change is well over due and I'm ready to move. So to this I say Bon Voyage!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Cry Peace
No more hatred, the violence needs to cease
Won’t you join with me? Let us all cry peace
Peace to the white man who sees nothing but skin
Peace to the inner me that rages within
No more fighting and killing our black men
Let us all cry peace Then we’ll win
A battle that has been fought for thousands of years
Through blood, sweat and many tears Peace I say Peace is what we need
Let us not have to bury another child
Because of Peace we did not heed Peace
Won’t you join with me? Let us all cry peace
Peace to the white man who sees nothing but skin
Peace to the inner me that rages within
No more fighting and killing our black men
Let us all cry peace Then we’ll win
A battle that has been fought for thousands of years
Through blood, sweat and many tears Peace I say Peace is what we need
Let us not have to bury another child
Because of Peace we did not heed Peace
Yet I Hold On
If I should understand what it is that you have given to me
In my life then maybe, just maybe I could move on
I keep searching for words, phrases and meanings that will make sense of it all
Why would I continue to hold on to someone who has yet to offer any form of commitment Verbal or written Not even your body language suggests a hint of something
Yet I hold on Seeing what is not there to be seen
Believing what has never been there to have faith in
Yet I hold on Tightening my grasp as though if I hold on more
This will in turn make you turn and perhaps, just perhaps
Possibly hold on to me as well Yet I hold on
To empty nothing of wistfulness Forsaking all for brief moments of perceived ecstasy
Knowing deep within my muddled thoughts that This fantasy is nothing more than that Fantasy And I am merely a dreamer caught in a dream of my own making
Yet I hold on Suspended within and without
Craving the UN appetizing results of unfruitful-ness
Yet I hold on Seeking that which will never be found
It is and has always been and will forever more be
Your love
In my life then maybe, just maybe I could move on
I keep searching for words, phrases and meanings that will make sense of it all
Why would I continue to hold on to someone who has yet to offer any form of commitment Verbal or written Not even your body language suggests a hint of something
Yet I hold on Seeing what is not there to be seen
Believing what has never been there to have faith in
Yet I hold on Tightening my grasp as though if I hold on more
This will in turn make you turn and perhaps, just perhaps
Possibly hold on to me as well Yet I hold on
To empty nothing of wistfulness Forsaking all for brief moments of perceived ecstasy
Knowing deep within my muddled thoughts that This fantasy is nothing more than that Fantasy And I am merely a dreamer caught in a dream of my own making
Yet I hold on Suspended within and without
Craving the UN appetizing results of unfruitful-ness
Yet I hold on Seeking that which will never be found
It is and has always been and will forever more be
Your love
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