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Flown Away

Flown Away

I want you to hold me
like I've never
been held
before
I want you above me
want you to love me
once more

I've seen a bird
fly
today
And I've seen a million things
that have never gone
my way


To be on this side
of a fantasy
feels wrong
Wish I had arms to reach you
but no arms have ever been made
that long

I've seen a bird
fly
away
I wish I could choose the things
and instead lose the things
that stay


It's not much of a sunrise
without your eyes,
that's true
But if I had to,
I'd watch it all explode
with you

I've seen a bird
die
today,
but maybe -
just maybe -
it's flown
away

metaphored reality

metaphored reality

I've got this house
inside of me ---
a metaphored reality.

But I'm an open door,
so pardon me
if all I'm asking for's
the simile
of if I'm the door
then you're the key.

This heartbeat inside of me
pounds and pounds from deep inside
til my soul's the hole
that hides my pride.

You know I've cried,
but 'seed's need rain'
is what I've told myself
once again.

And you know I've lied
when i say that pain's
anything but the worst of things.

You know I've tried
to go insane,
but this mind of mine has clipped my wings.

Truly a Hero of Mine

Truly a Hero of Mine

At least love has given me something
It may not be everything
It's given me the desire to fly one day
and the ability to have a dream

So I'll always try to fly somehow
though heartache is all that it brings
I just know I've gotta fly one day
because my heart is blessed to have wings

In a world that's forever imprisoned,
we find it was never our crime
The world in its blood like a church-
a blood so pure and fine

Some say the blood is our crimson
Some say the blood is our wine
I say we're all free to keep searching,
but freedom is never to find

And all through the years that have blackened,
a beacon to those unaware
And all through the tears that have blinded,
the sight for those never there

And all through the fear that has frightened,
giving in could never compare
As every step of a stair that is taken
is just a step amongst the stairs

My dream is to keep others dreaming
My dream is to make 'em all true
For why dream and dream and keep dreaming,
if that's all that you'll ever do

But I dream and I dream, and I'm dreaming
if I think that I'll make it all true
But I'll dream and I'll dream, as I'm dreaming
for everyone and anyone too

But love has forsaken in darkness
and passion has been but a lie
And I try to ease some of their darkness
by giving light and a reason to fly

Love's only given me little,
but still I'm destined to try
because I've had so many heroes
with souls refusing to die

And at least love's given me something
and it may only be part of the sky
And though my wings have certainly failed me,
my dreams all know better to die

As in 'em I'll always keep flying
though heartache is all that it brings
For I know I've gotta fly someday
because my heart is blessed to have wings

Not that I've ever been martyred
Not that I've fought and I've died
But because I'm here and I'm willing
and I'll always be willing to try
That's why
I'm truly a hero of mine


Dedicated to all the heroic individuals who have lived and to all of those who have died... but mostly dedicated to the notion that we all have something heroic inside of us. Happy MLK Day.

Her Heart

Her Heart

She was holding her heart
on a sunny day
She was holding her heart
It must've got away

It looked like it broke
and she saw the pieces fall
It looked like she picked them up
but couldn't get them all

She was holding her heart
on a rainy day
There were nothing but blue skies
but it rained anyway

Now I've heard people say
Don't trust a brokenhearted soul
Someone told me today
Don't trust a brokenhearted soul
I heard they'll take
your heart I'm told
They'll take the warmest heart
and turn it cold
I heard they'll take your heart
and trade it in for gold
They'll take every piece of their heart
and trade 'em in for wholes


She was holding her heart
on a rainy day
There were nothing but blue skies
but it rained anyway

And so I had her in mind
from so long ago
Once she touched my eyes
I'd never let her go

I had her in my mind
and in my heart I know
But I don't know when or how
she got in my soul

She was holding my heart
on a sunny day
From the first time I saw her
I was here to stay

But those who said it were right
We couldn't last for long
I thought since she's never seen right,
she wouldn't do me wrong

Those who said it were right
We didn't last for long
They said she couldn't do right
'cause she's only been wronged

She was holding my heart
on a rainy day
I did nothing but right
but she wronged me anyway

Now I was holding a frame
just the other day
I was holding our frame
It must've got away

It looked like it broke
I saw the pieces fall
I thought I picked them up
but I couldn't get them all

Now I want us smiling like
the photograph above
I want us smiling like
our photograph of love

Before the broken frame
fell off the wall
Before we woke in pain
When we had it all

Before we let today
slowly slip away
I want us smiling like
it was still yesterday

When she was holding her heart
on that rainy day
When there were nothing but blue skies
while it rained anyway

With Eyes Like Sky

With Eyes Like Sky

With eyes like sky, she only cried
when joy shed all her fettered tears
A mother's shine on child smiled
on what had been the lonely years

With hands like shore, a smiled child
drowned no longer in her fears
A father gone while all the while
her mom was always here

With eyes like sky right by her side,
she's never felt alone
A daughter sleep in mother's shine
in arms just like a home

A heart of water and air of soul
surround the little girl
who luckily, she luckily
gets to see her mother be her world

With eyes like sky right by her side
even when she's all alone
So luckily, she motherly
gets her baby on the phone

With eyes like sky still shining down
on a smiley little girl,
they luckily so luckily
are both each other's world

Soapbox (The Knowledge of Youth)

Soapbox (The Knowledge of Youth)

Messianic soapboxing from a juvenile,
but who better to speak the truth?
Blind man in a mass convened for a while
in a congregational crwth

Everyone listened while I stood in the aisle,
for I refused to sit on a pew
Stood in the stile in a bit of a rile,
for what's a child to do?

But maybe I stood in a bit of denial
because who better to speak the truth
Who better to speak it than one who's a child
who's never been lied to?

The blind man sat with a hint of a smile
Something I couldn't do
I made it through the doors without his espial
but I still unfortunately knew

But as I thought of the kid, as I thought of the child
as I thought of the knowledge of youth
I said to myself with a hint of a smile,
"What's a child to do?"

I returned to the church after walking a mile-
after walking in my own damn shoes
I met another man in a bit of denial
sitting on a makeshift pew

He said "On a stand, all he is is a child
still no taller than me or you"
I smiled like a blind man who could see for a while
and said, "Yea,
but he speaks the truth"

Why?

Why?

Why. As an adverb, it's used to ask or talk about the reason, purpose, or cause.

As an interjection, it's used as an exclamation to express surprise, shock, or indignation.

As a conjunction, it's simply "the reason that".

As a noun, it's the reason itself.

As an excuse, there's always someone else who's not using it as he or she is doing the exact same job better than you.

Why. As a morning cry, it's the realization that yet another dream hasn't come true.
Why. As an answer, it's meaningless.
Why. As an answer, at times it's the most valid, profound, and valiant form of action.
Why? Because true change doesn't happen unless you question the way things have been thought throughout the years.

Why. It's a calm and simple question, but at times it's all that can silently be heard through a storm of tears.
Why? Because at times it's all you can sighingly say.
Why, why not, why do we have to go another day living this way?

Why. As a despondent dream, it's one you never should've seen.
Why. As I desolate scream, it's one that shouldn't be.

Why. In my opinion, it's used far too often.
Why? Why must I?
Why not he?
Why not she?
Why not me?

Why. In my opinion, it's not used enough.
Why? Why am I?
Why is he?
Why not me?
Why not now?
Why not change the world I see?

Why- The most asked question on earth.
Why- The least answered question you'll ever find.
But why?...

That's a question I'll leave for you to decide.

Time

Time

Hands that used to be
on clocks on empty walls
have blood upon their feathered selves
dying from their fall

They once soared high and mighty
like the times in which they flew
So much good and wonder-
the times they never knew

Time's slowly dying
to never move again
So slow in pained misfortune
are the times that I'm within

It seems the only question-
now has always been-
is will my precious time
ever fly again?

Dawn through the window blinds

Dawn through the window blinds

The sun shined through the curtain
The sun lit up the dark
just enough to see the hurt in
a blackened, battered heart

Dawn left through the window
or perhaps it was the door
Either way she's left him
as she's not with him anymore

He closes shut the window
to try to ease the wind -
to try to ease the hard times -
to try to please a friend

Because he knows she's only left him -
like the light that's shining in -
because that's the way things go
and that's the way it's always been

Still he only pleads for midnight
as a bit of sun keeps shining in
He tries to keep his eyes closed
but what he's forced to comprehend

only leaves him blinded
and woken by the sun
and constantly reminded
that he used to have someone

Dawn left through the window
or perhaps it was the door
All he knows is she's left him
and she's not with him anymore

The Hero of My Heart

The Hero of My Heart

I'm the hero of my heart
for every chance I ever took
I've let myself fall in love
with just a single look

My heart looks up to me
while on the ground I lie,
for how can I be a hero
when I'm so afraid to die?

Now in a parade I must survive -
for it's thrown for only me -
with my heart and soul and dream
all standing on the street

I smile for them - like eight year olds,
they're waving back at me
They think that I'm so brave
because of what they've seen

They've seen me tell our only love
that we've loved her all the while
They've seen me dare to kiss her
and even make her smile

But how am I to tell them
that one of them must break,
that one of them will die alone
while the other never wakes?

How am I to tell them -
with that look in all their eyes -
that their hero's just a man
who's so afraid to die?

But just then they came to me
Just then they caught my eye
Regrettably I told them,
"I'm so afraid to die"

They surprised me when they smiled
with smiles ear to ear
Pulled me closer to 'em
so that I may hear

And while spoken loud enough,
he just whispered in my ear
"Believe me, sir, you can't be brave
if you have no fear"

The procession carried on
down an endless street
My fear was never gone
but I would never be

regrettably withdrawn
Forever I would see
the little boys running along
trying to keep up with me