What I would give to forget these memories- Though, if forgotten, its genuine purpose becomes hollow, like words without a heart to follow. They siphon my heart’s retaliation to a bitter path. Resentment laced with a trace of apologetic words never ere heard. With who I am and what I know and what I should have been… a thousand apologies, and equally a thousand...
The Consciousness of Weakness
I am weak. Although I feel strong, my praise diminishes. In good and bad Your name should leave my lips in praise. But I only call You in weakness. In Your eyes, Lord, my name is all but strong. Because without You I am a shell, driven with empty human motives. Without Your love and guidance, who are we? I know You see our condition; our weak flesh and actions, but I feel it necessary to say:...
Lyrycyst - You Can Be →
Generally not my genre, but a damn good song nonetheless.
There you stood, in my dream. Timeless, lovely. What years have done to me hadn’t touched your face, nor your heart. The man I am now permitted me to act, to face what I haven’t had the gall to do before. These dreams replay, reenact a time when I wasn’t able to speak. Tongue tied and wondering what words would weigh you down long enough for me to catch you, and hold you for a short...
jayarrarr: Miles and/or kilometers Are perfectly adequate Measures Of distances between locations But they cannot reflect The space between your thoughts And mine (or perfect lack thereof) And minutes and hours Are perfectly reasonable Measures Of time But they cannot mark The rhythm of these two hearts Beating in soft subtle syncopation A half a world away.
I find not distractions live life of single mind And failure is not inherent...– All That Remains, “Focus Shall Not Fail”
They all wait to fall and dance with the wind. A short moment of beauty that can only be shadowed by the neglectful passerby.
Another binary day!
Today is 10/01/11, and if you ignore the fact that it’s “2011,” it’s a binary day! 8-) http://www.exploringbinary.com/binary-dates-in-2010-and-2011/
I don’t care what they say, love Just that you are here To love me as I love you
A Haiku pondering Jenny's rate of travel
mathclasshaiku: Jenny rode five miles assuming she rode one hour how fast did she go?