In the wake of the coming storm,
There is no right or wrong.
The heart doesn’t distinguish which way to turn besides just do it.
Second guessing your reasons,
Afraid to make to jump.
I’ve offered my hand,
Although there’s a chance you won’t take it.
At least I have offered it and played my cards on the table while remaining poker faced.
The smile I have hides the words that I can’t get out.

Striking at the fiber of my being,
Tearing me limb from limb.
The finale blow hasn’t been struck,
But I’m going under and it’s peaceful.
Closing my eyes to fall into the dark paradise that is me,
No long reaching,
No long worried.
You never let me go,
For now I am under.
There is no need to speak….
Petals lay on the bed and memories dance in the shadows of what use to be.
Stains on the rug breathe life as the tears begin to fall once more.
Spreading my wings I continue to go under…
Then I just realize I was trapped in the ice you use as your defense.
An just with a smile your walls are broken down.

When loving isn’t enough, it’s fate that kicks in.

It’s like a tornado that has come to an end.

Feeling the rush, watching as you begin to move back in time.

Knowing that you have lost everything from the moment the plane crashed on the ground.

You no longer play the person who held it together, you are the one who is blamed.

Letting the time come for everything to collide,

Knowing in our hearts that we know what love is and every word to it.

What happens when the score isn’t even and you made the choice to save your lover and you are the one blamed for it.

Closing the eyes, taking a breathe, remembering everything you have said, looking away in doubt, nervous about what you have lost, fighting to hold on, crying from months of pain, heart stopping, lightening striking.

You can’t help what fate has caused to awake in those of us who have just decided to give in and make our systems go to be in the new age.

Becoming the beautiful creature balancing the inner darkness and chaos, waiting for the fated redemption of the one who will make you see the sun again and show you that the light hasn’t died just yet.

Wasted years will fade away and age won’t matter.

I never told you what I should have said……..

Now all scattered brained, I can’t erase the pain and time won’t take away your fallen tears.

Feeling like I should be from another century,

 Unable to tolerate and deal with people trying to change me, 

I won’t sacrifice who I am and I’m through. 

Tak time to figure me out and I won’t ease up on how I am. 

I’m uptight,serious, fun loving, caring, loyal, and lovable. 

I stand my ground and I won;t let you take the chance on trying to control me.

I’m a like a hurricane, I move with ease and I can pull it together quickly before I land on the ground on my feet. 

There is always a mission I have to accomplish and nothing gets in my way to stop me. My heart knows what it wants and I know which direction to follow. 

My brain tells a different story, But to listen to my head is something that is easily used and abused. The mind, thinks it knows what it wants, but the heart never lies. 

I’m able to relax and feel comfortable around people I trust, but I have to be able to see that you are trustworthy. 

If I get a vibe that you aren’t right, I won’t speak or give you the time of day. 

I don’t like games, nor do I enjoy playing in them. The game is always won at inception. 

I’m told to just relax and bring down my level of thinking, but that’s just not how I roll.

If you don’t like the fact that my brain is filled with information than I’m done and turned off from you. 

Either you take me for who I am, or you just let me walk away. 

I don’t party, therefore, I enjoy reading or watching a good movie with a glass of wine or soda. 

I’m an old soul trapped in a 22 year olds body, what can I say. Take a step in my shoes, it’s a journey that never ends, when age matters to some people…..

Sitting silently in the background, 

waiting for the chance to speak up.

Failing to speak what’s going on inside the brain.

Everyone thinks I’m blessed, but my head is a mess. 

Being told to join the crowd, i try and it doesn’t appeal to me. 

I’m a surviver…..

But, I can’t speak the words that threaten to come out and be my undoing. 

Things we say today could change the future. 

There is no relief or release from what needs to be.

Staying in the background never speaking my feelings and not wanting to wake before the dawn as another moment has slipped by. 

Holding the answers that are deep within our hearts,

We reject the things that are shameful, or too unpleasant, it’s erased from the memories, but imprinted always. 

There’s a pain that grips when you feel the cuts reopening, 

The fear returns as your guard is being down. 

Trying as we may, don’t cast me away.

For I know you play the role of who you would like to be. 

But  I see right through to you, We see eye to eye.

An if I speak the words that need to be said, tomorrow will never be……

Realizing it’s the right time,

Finding that it’s the right time.

When coming to terms with yourself and who you really are.

Tearing yourself up inside knowing that I’m trailing and slipping away from you.

Admitting what you failed to admit, 

Even so, still loosing. 

Penetrating the skin and carved into the heart,
It’s said too much or not enough.
An I’m laying in the sea,
I know you can’t speak.
It’s a heavy choice to make,
As you hunt for the words I don’t want to hear.
Even though I’ve written you songs and performed them for you, that Four letter word still slips out.
Slipped into A cliche, it’s Crawled through the ages loosing its true meaning.
Causing thE soul to break,
Buried down at the bottom.
The wonder of the context disappears and becomes lost and I understand its me who has not Forgotten its name or the Promises it holds.

MistAken for love,
Mistaken for what iT shouldn’t be.
Raised like a PhoEnix by the young and beautiful. Brought down by the society who claims it to be love.

Not everything can be love, there’s another word.
It’s much more directly related to the old age of written in stone and in the stars.
Encrypted upon my left arm,
Written into the skin and marking my very being.
Facing the truth, leaving the cliched word of love out of it. The word that once warmed my soul, it’s now cold.
The heart is buried the code is emplaned, I’m not the willing victim this time.
All I want is Hidden Truth,
You to Face the Unknown.
Secrets are Safe Behind the Mask, only Drowned By the Dawn of Another Life.
You Know I Speak the Truth, Even Miles away.
Taking the Grenade for You.
Don’t Hide Away, I can Make You Fall In Love.
I Feel it with Everything You Say.
Your More Than You Seem.
Do You Know What You’ve Started?

I Don’t Believe In Love.
I believe in a Four Letter Word, here’s a hint, it’s encrypted in my latest work or Physical art and the treble clef.

Good luck, hints what been given and its been spelled out. 2 word that are 4 letters each and start on the same note and the last 2 notes are the letters.
;)

Time crawls

But the pain never goes away.

Slow motion as you walked away

It’s sinking in the scars of tomorrow.

Memories fade, with every step you take. 

The pressure’s were hard to take and the heavy choices I had to make.

Raising like a Phoenix and I’m just giving in. 

The devotion I nevar knew. 

The Queen of Hearts never explained the rules.

Bailing when the eyes meet and throwing up defenses. 

In a storm, I’m a good man.

But eye to eye with you and my wishes in the dark become your song and undoing. 

Some people fight for what they want,

some people fall in hopes of being caught.

It’s an enigmatic, Something that can’t be shaken away.

Defenses are up, I’m adrift and at peace in my Wonderland. 

The writing desk is silent today and the Raven isn’t hunting for my thoughts. 

The ink is running dry as I became the willing victim. 

Closing my eyes and realizing we see eye to eye.

Nothing compares, 

Words can’t define, 

I’ve done it all. 

There is never a wrong end upfront just a dark paradise.

I’m so disappointed in grey’s anatomy right now. Like I don’t really know how to feel. I didn’t think Arizona would cheat on Callie. She’s so against hurting people that she loves and she protects them. I just don’t understand, I might not be able to watch the season finale. I don’t like people who cheat, I just lost respect for Arizona. It’s never okay to just let go and sleep with someone who isn’t your lover. It’s wrong and hurtful. I wish I could go to Arizona and give her a lecture on cheating. Then go and hug Callie and tell her everything will be alright.

When words escape us and everything else seems to be slipping away.

Reality is questioned, Imagination takes over, Logic begins to click, and the fragile lines that keep everything separated begin to fall away…

We are left with chaos, confusion, frustration, questions, decisions that need to be made, and the mind wondering how to rationalize it all. 

Perception begins to set in and a new horizon becomes open…..

Calm, Dark, and restless

The beginning of a new feeling that has opened up our eyes, opened us up to a realm in which we have only begun to know. 

Our body’s are our stories, the scars are shown and the heart always knows. 

The eyes are the mirror of our souls, we can never hide what we truly want to. 

If we look at everything from a different perspective and step out of the scene for a moment. 

Everything becomes more clear and we understand the people and world around us. 

It just takes a moment to step out of the picture to read between lines and paying attention to how peoples body language reflects their feelings and current state of thinking.