In truth
Sometimes words fall between my fingers and other times the remain silent within my mind. There are days where I stay quiet and unmoving. Then there are days I don't stay seated. Yet today has been a true mix of a the ideas and words tumbling down into unknown energy. Truth be know I feel this unkind shove inside of me. Not in the aspect of hatred or severity of indifference just this boiling point of my own self goals demanding more time from me.
And as the new day turns to another bright hotness I am thankful that the timid bits of my mind remain silent. In these moments where a race should be placed upon my soul and the spirit separates from the wind, I am known to be solid in a mere flick of time. How so does the soul remain motionless without a spoken word gracing the lips?
Ah and the tender moment I shed, was it a bit of kindness to your eyes? Did the memories classify as remarkable or sordid? I ask only in the aspect of never hearing your words. Never knowing the end result. Only for the factor of the distance keeps the heart barred.
And in the end of the segments dashed against stone, how would I make my response to those who seek to divide me? When the world finds me odd and the truth finds me broken, how should I speak? How should I break open the silence?
Then as the night falls towards the latter hours of a day, one should sense or understand this calm. And I ask of you, does this come your way too? A calming. Serenity inside your very spirit, the fibers of who you are? Do you want to know, completely, the happiness you are?
Oh I speak in riddles, for your mind. And yet the mind of mine is softly echoing the reality of life. In truth I am fond of many aspects. In truth I am grateful for understanding. In truth I must be something different to be something real. In truth I went for one and came out for none.
So in truth I wage a battle, for was it not an adventure while swimming with sharks? Indeed. This truth is dangerous yet very real. So my life is in a motion of gratitude. A progress of truth prevails in due time.
In certainty life gives love. So where does your spirit stand? Mine, within a reaching grasp. I hope you find your calm. I know my mind is easing.
And as the new day turns to another bright hotness I am thankful that the timid bits of my mind remain silent. In these moments where a race should be placed upon my soul and the spirit separates from the wind, I am known to be solid in a mere flick of time. How so does the soul remain motionless without a spoken word gracing the lips?
Ah and the tender moment I shed, was it a bit of kindness to your eyes? Did the memories classify as remarkable or sordid? I ask only in the aspect of never hearing your words. Never knowing the end result. Only for the factor of the distance keeps the heart barred.
And in the end of the segments dashed against stone, how would I make my response to those who seek to divide me? When the world finds me odd and the truth finds me broken, how should I speak? How should I break open the silence?
Then as the night falls towards the latter hours of a day, one should sense or understand this calm. And I ask of you, does this come your way too? A calming. Serenity inside your very spirit, the fibers of who you are? Do you want to know, completely, the happiness you are?
Oh I speak in riddles, for your mind. And yet the mind of mine is softly echoing the reality of life. In truth I am fond of many aspects. In truth I am grateful for understanding. In truth I must be something different to be something real. In truth I went for one and came out for none.
So in truth I wage a battle, for was it not an adventure while swimming with sharks? Indeed. This truth is dangerous yet very real. So my life is in a motion of gratitude. A progress of truth prevails in due time.
In certainty life gives love. So where does your spirit stand? Mine, within a reaching grasp. I hope you find your calm. I know my mind is easing.
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