It's easiest for me to write in rhyme form
I wish I knew why, it doesn't feel quite the norm
I'm not even sure where my fingers and mind will lead me tonight
Giving control up, I have no might
Today I found an old notebook full of aged prayers and sour dreams
They reminded me of the person I once was, or seemed to be
I was scared and thought I was alone
I prayed to a God who I questioned, to give me a home
I wasn't sure who or how to trust
I just knew that eventually I must
What is a life full of lies and deceit?
I'll be the first to describe it, I was in the driver seat
Headed toward a hell far too real
Stepping on the pedal, falling into layers of pain that would be hard to heal
I look back and see myself speeding to a vast nowhere
I look forward and see the person I always wanted to be there
It wasn't anything that I did to get to where I am now
Living and breathing in the moment, a peace I have endowed
Healed of the wounds of my past
Led to an eternal life that will forever last
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
New Age X Goes Postal
My band New Age X is featured in the Reno News and Review!
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Sunday, December 16, 2012
Just Another Love Story
Temporal reality and dreams collide
No zone in between in which I can hide
Cloaked in a robe of gold and white
His valiant pursuit unveils his sight
His third eye on me...the one that can see
Sabotage, crippling fear and worry rush through my veins in a frozen surge
Blinding my sight in a faulty urge
Jerking my hope that is tied to my chains
Locked with a lost key, searing in the pains
Both eyes inverted, diverting the source of reason
Always looking inside for the answer no matter the season
The love story knocks again on her door
Barely beating she picks up her heart off the floor
Slipping in the puddle of uncertainty made with self deprecated tears
She crashes to ground and succumbs to her fears
No zone in between in which I can hide
Cloaked in a robe of gold and white
His valiant pursuit unveils his sight
His third eye on me...the one that can see
Sabotage, crippling fear and worry rush through my veins in a frozen surge
Blinding my sight in a faulty urge
Jerking my hope that is tied to my chains
Locked with a lost key, searing in the pains
Both eyes inverted, diverting the source of reason
Always looking inside for the answer no matter the season
The love story knocks again on her door
Barely beating she picks up her heart off the floor
Slipping in the puddle of uncertainty made with self deprecated tears
She crashes to ground and succumbs to her fears
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