Pendship

Why do I routinely start off these ramblings of mine with a question?

Look, there I go again!

They are the questions that I wouldn’t be asking myself without the aid of a pen.

Sometimes a pen can be my best friend.

A pen is the perfect crutch.

Rigid and stern enough to lean on when you’re low

Cold enough to stamper out a flame burdened soul

Strong enough to lift you up and out a pit of pity

Light enough to brighten your day when it’s getting worse than shitty

Soft enough to smoothen out the most wrinkled of your thoughts

Smart enough to remind of all the things that you’ve forgot

Powerful enough to change your life with only a few strokes

A pen can help you hold on, when you just want to let go

Small enough to pick your brain and bring out all your best

Dependable and devout, a pen never needs rest

Nimble enough to sew your broken pieces back to whole

The eyes give you a glance, but pens are the true windows to the soul

 

Breakaway

Well the crush is fertilized and the stage has been set

But wait what’s the rush

I’m not ready for this yet

Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hair, dark nature

I’m trapped in her net and now I’m trying to escape her

I don’t know where she got all this power over me

She must have siphoned out out when I was dreaming in my sleep

She’s trouble and I know it but I keep on coming back

My emotions are at war and my hearts under attack

I’ve called in reinforcements but they haven’t yet arrived

I just met this girl last weekend why’s she always on my mind

I’m goin in blind

Just like last time

And the outcome of that was far from fine

GOTTA MAKE MY ESCAPE

Create some wake

Get away from this one before it’s too late

GOTTA MAKE MY ESCAPE

Without haste

Get away from this woman before she makes my heart break

GOTTA MAKE MY ESCAPE

For my own sake

Pursuing this girl will be a terrible mistake

GOTTA MAKE MY ESCAPE

It’s no longer a debate

I gotta get to higher ground before the tidal wave breaks

And BREAKAWAY

From the place I was chained

It’s a fact I was trapped and could not turn the page

My soul was in a vice

My mind was in a cage

My body was a zombie enslaved by the pain

How’d I sink so quick so fast so deep

By the weight of my regrets and promises I couldn’t keep

Couldn’t eat couldn’t sleep couldn’t fuck couldn’t live

Couldn’t breathe couldn’t see only take, never give

When again in my life will I ever feel right

I’m broken and i’m broke and I have given up the fight

So I threw in the towel but chance threw the towel back

And in the wall of misery all of a sudden was a crack

So I kicked punched chiseled scraped clawed at the wall

Till a hole opened up and out I crawled

AND I MADE MY ESCAPE

Threw up a hell of a wake

I hit the ground running full throttle no brakes

AND I MADE MY ESCAPE

Without haste

Cut the baggage of the past before I drowned from the weight

AND I MADE MY ESCAPE

For my own sake

Slayed the dragon that I chased before it bit me in the face

AND I MADE MY ESCAPE

It’s no longer a joke

I just got to higher ground before the tidal wave broke

And I hope I can stay

Because the questions are raised

Like what where why who am I anyways

Used to going with the flow but now the tide has gone slack

And I want to go forward but I keep looking back

Mind was trapped in a net of regret and remorse

And it tangled up my thoughts until it threw me off course

Til I tugged on the lines of the net til they snapped

And I knocked down the odds that against me were stacked

And I cashed in my prize as I opened my eyes

Found my life found my pride found my sight found my ride to

Make my escape

Life is great

And you can do it too it’s not too late

YOU CAN MAKE YOUR ESCAPE

Create some wake

Put your best foot forward stop standing in place

YOU CAN MAKE YOUR ESCAPE

Without haste

There’s no better time than now to give some change a little taste

YOU CAN MAKE YOUR ESCAPE

For your own sake

You can do it I’m proof just have a little faith

YOU CAN MAKE YOUR ESCAPE

It’s no longer a debate

Ride the tidal wave away and see that life could be great!

 

 

 

 

Procreation of the Earth

I love precipitation, procreation of the earth

The subtle, humble pitter-patter absorbed into the dirt

It is the seed that gives the seed the strength it needs to grow

It nourishes my melancholy mood when i feel low

It stirs within a gentle strength,a piece of mind at ease

Peace of mind is hard to find this day in age indeed

I take it as it comes and given back begins to rise

As rain & clouds depart the sun again will reign the skies