My song of the moment...
Now that we have gotten through
One more fall
I can just admit I've got it all
Cause I do
Cause I've got you
We've crossed these battle lines too many times
It passes through the heart
But it never leaves a mark
Cause Your love just keeps on healing me
No matter how I bruise
If I just trust You
Your love just keeps on healing me
One more cure
One more chance that wasn't there before
In your arms
no pain can harm the way im feeling
Lord I know that Your love is healing
I've kicked around those lines in my head
But I never listened to the words that You said
See where it's lead
Well I know I have it now
Cause You showed me how
And all I had to do
Was just to keep my eyes on You
Cause Your love just keeps on healing me
No matter how I bruise
If I just trust You
Your love just keeps on healing me
One more cure
One more chance that wasnt there before
In your arms
no pain can harm the way im feeling
Lord I know that Your love is healing
(break)
Cause Your love just keeps on healing me
No matter how I bruise
If I just trust You
Your love just keeps on healing me
One more clue
One more chance that wasnt there before
In your arms
no pain can harm the way im feeling
Lord I know that Your love is healing
i'd claim that my ideas were mostly wasted.. they are actually rotten by now because they were never been of use. they simply died off together with some of my brain neurons. but now is a new beginning... where i will try to catch up on whatever is left - to be powerful again as ever - as my mind speaks again on its own. I will think aloud and this time, being confident about it.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
The Discovery
Tears were uncertain
Either to drop
Or to fight gravity.
The probable act
Speaks a magnitude
Different from what is seen.
Every release
Connotes defeat.
It succumbs to failure the least.
Holding back
Is a stressful attempt.
Nearly exploding from fear.
Uncertain...
Forceful...
On the verge of...
A make or break...
Little drops
Impossible to hold.
Sparkling with vengeance
Eyes finally closed.
Then watered the ground.
Unstoppable.
An admission though,
Weakness was empowered.
A glorious reality.
The prisoner of tradition
Unveiling a new discovery –
A melancholic festivity.
Either to drop
Or to fight gravity.
The probable act
Speaks a magnitude
Different from what is seen.
Every release
Connotes defeat.
It succumbs to failure the least.
Holding back
Is a stressful attempt.
Nearly exploding from fear.
Uncertain...
Forceful...
On the verge of...
A make or break...
Little drops
Impossible to hold.
Sparkling with vengeance
Eyes finally closed.
Then watered the ground.
Unstoppable.
An admission though,
Weakness was empowered.
A glorious reality.
The prisoner of tradition
Unveiling a new discovery –
A melancholic festivity.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Fight
At a crossroad,
Humanity can choose
Whatever direction
To pursue.
Turning Left
Was an action
Agreed by
Mind and body.
Resulting failure
Was a consolation
To know the right path
This time.
Everyone anticipates
It will be Right by now.
But no signal reflected,
It went down Straight.
They are free -
Results are boundless.
They can detour anytime
Make up for lost time.
When it’s my turn to cross…
Then I found.
Day and Night,
I mastered the moves.
I could’ve worked my way.
But my feet were cuffed.
I’m bound to rot,
Decay my flesh
Exorcism of some sort,
I am trapped.
Powerful mind
Unrelenting Faith
Focused thought
I can escape entrapment
Now I begin to take steps
Surprisingly boundless
I chose my path.
My imagination becomes reality.
Humanity can choose
Whatever direction
To pursue.
Turning Left
Was an action
Agreed by
Mind and body.
Resulting failure
Was a consolation
To know the right path
This time.
Everyone anticipates
It will be Right by now.
But no signal reflected,
It went down Straight.
They are free -
Results are boundless.
They can detour anytime
Make up for lost time.
When it’s my turn to cross…
Then I found.
Day and Night,
I mastered the moves.
I could’ve worked my way.
But my feet were cuffed.
I’m bound to rot,
Decay my flesh
Exorcism of some sort,
I am trapped.
Powerful mind
Unrelenting Faith
Focused thought
I can escape entrapment
Now I begin to take steps
Surprisingly boundless
I chose my path.
My imagination becomes reality.
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