Resolution of the New Years

To know who you are, you must know what you are capable of. To bend further than the limits of your expectations. These works can be executed if you believe you can. For no one is like you, and no one can create abstract the thoughts or works such as you. For the world may plunder under disbelief if you choose to. Create those steps, and live within those creases, for difficult takes a day and impossible takes a week. You can be that Human who makes a mark on this life, this world, and this generation. Bleed success and pursue accomplishment. These are the things we ought to do. The thing I believe...for i shall do. Amen.

Pushing Clouds

Being away from this sickening hole of corruption that I so desperately love...I can't help but think where i belong. To understand this mind you must be taught by this mind to undergo these thoughts I possess. I could be anyone really, she just could'nt understand me. I could have killed many with the fingers that blend into these keys, that force ever ounce of these juices to flow. I could'nt tell her what I really think. I could only share what I could really do to her. I do love her--
But I also hate her; for not understanding me. But I guess i should blame myself...because i never gave her a chance.
To wheep like a willow underneathe these roots I've been placed in. Not even He could bring me back. I care to love and furrow above the rest of these mountains above skies and sing to those waters about this--
Hero upon rails i smight those figures that bellow out false hopes among fetuses that develope their furture long before birth.
I care too much to watch those fall on their knee's but to reach into my chest and clinch onto my heart to give to those who have pierced it with their knowlege of pain.
How could one be like me?
To hollow out to those that mean nothing upon the books that describes these monsters as our brothers.
I walk a fine line that bleeds water underneathe my feet.
Head held low to catch the breeze that smoothes my chin.
To the lights that write a black and white picture for me to sing--
To close my eyes and imagine you were there--
I'm I not lost?...crazy may be the word...
But sometimes, crazy people have a nack for destroying things to make beauty out of the disorder.
So I'm still in search for this light...amoung other things...false hope.

Eyes on Fire

How could this feeling cycle into this recreation of this exsistence I call life. I thought i left you there for the dogs to devour--
But here I stand crying for more pain...
To beg for more of this love that lusts for my attention.
With my feet in my flame, this is all I ever wanted--
With this love that i have lost and gained, this feeling must go away.
Soon he will be waiting in vain, I have moved towards the life i have always dreamed of.
To be reborn, and life-like to this furture that draws me towards this motion of gravity--
I climbed, I ran, I dodged to where Happiness was buried.
With a shovel to dig with more than what my hands can manage.
I drop to my knees--
Its not over...I must keep moving, you must live again Happiness.
To belt out with eyes that catch on fire...

You must Live again