Forward

When pieces like this one come out, it's like a feeling that 
flows out of me.  Words just build upon themselves until 
it is finished...If it doesn't make sense to you, no worries, 
one day it will all make sense.  
Until then, keep pressing forward...

The path before me has been illuminated,
spanning miles and miles into the horizon of dreams,
the panoramic view of my pacing of the starting line;
No fog, but clouds escorted by a gentle breeze
outline the heights of my sight in all directions;
as I continue to inspect my cargo, checking fuel gauges,
and the space between where I am and where I need to be is revealed;
My purpose is clear.  My vision is set...forward.

A force within me begins to build,
churning within as gears spin and time becomes an ally of hope,
Rest assures me that my preparation has not been in vain;
No fog, yet the exhilaration of victory fills my ears
blotting out any pleas for pause,
as I secure all that I hold dear, latches are fastened and knots tightened,
and the search for the end becomes an adventure of a new life;
My dream is near.  My heart and mind are moving...forward.

As the beginning becomes the past,
the wind breaks across the top of my head, then presses down my face,
rude and unapologetic, creating a contrast between present and destiny;
No fog, just resistance to my persistence
and I thought my relentless intentions
would not be tested, the only one that could best this quest is
The Almighty, Heavenly Father...is this His way of telling me no?
Is this a hint or clue that what I've wanted is not what He has prepared?
Or is this a test of obedience to what He has for me?
My spirit is filling.  My life is being led...forward.

A Pause

Having nothing after something is a curse, 
profane experience so I have a hard time 
wishing for you...thinking of you...
Dreaming for you to arrive like the sunset,
Make early mornings a distant future to the
Nights we would never forget.

Having nothing after something is a curse,
profane experience so I look to the time,
Clocking the ticks, seconds of eternity clicks;
Dreaming of you as your arrival rivals the horizon,
Shining so bright my heart needs a visor...

Having nothing after something is a curse,
profane experience so I wait for the time,
When wishes becomes shushes and now 
My smile's a little crooked because you take me there--
Where mornings and nights confuse shades and heights,
Lights shining through darkness making waves in the ways
We have come to know reality...and all I can do is pause...

Having nothing after something is a curse,
profane experience...sealed with a kiss...

The Path I'd Traveled

I traveled this far to YOU because I needed to,
Get some things off my chest as best I knew,
For the days to months I've gazed,
Away, also made it hard for me to breathe,
Tightening like barbed wire; 
Hours I've spent gently pulling and tugging for 
Air; so when I decided to travel this far because 
I needed to get some things off my chest
As best I knew, I slowly lifted
Those tightening barbed wires,
Tilting my head and bending my knees,
As I lifted these things over my head
Only to rest them upon my shoulders,
To alleviate pressure on my chest.

As I traveled to YOU I continued to gaze
Away, my breath began to shorten as my stride;
Each step gradually slower as my back 
Remained titled from the burdens on my shoulders,
I continued to hold them because it was better than the
Tightening of barbed wire;
Hours I've spent purposefully moving forward for
Air; so when I decided to travel this far because
I needed to get some things off my chest
As best I knew, I reluctantly dropped my lifted burdens;
Rolling my shoulders and bending my back,
I released the burdens I'd held so high,
Only to rest them upon the path I had traveled,
To alleviate the pressure on my chest.

As I traveled to YOU, I continued to gaze
Away, my breath flowed like the gentle breeze, I moved, 
As Best I knew... 

Contemplating Home

He asked, "do you know what you're doing there?"
Fair question, no subliminal yet it held the suggestion;
Was I moving in the right direction? Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you move far away.

She asked, "do you know where you're going?
Talent can only take you so far."
Among the stars is where I'm destined to dwell--Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you venture far away.

He asked, "what are you here for?"
Fair question, no subliminal yet it held the suggestion;
Was I stagnant, a fragment, needing to be completed?
Was I in search of a purpose that was sent to find me?
Contrary.
Have I been moving in the right direction? Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you feel out of place.

She asked, "why are you here? Talent can only
Take you so far."
Among the clouds is where we are; Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you build in your space.

Outside Looking In - Log Entry #58

Her: What are you doing?
Why are you making that face?
Him: This is my sexy face.
Her: Get a new one...

Her: How do you like the food?
Him: I appreciate the effort. You
did a great job. I do prefer grilled
over baked though.
Her: We'll see when I cook again.
Him: What did I say?

Him: I'm thinking of taking a trip
to have time to myself.
Her: Who you going with?
Him: No one.
Her: So, you expect me to believe that?
Maybe you need to take some time
to figure out if you want to be here!
Him: *speechless*

Her: I don't want you to wait for me.
Him: If I can't wait for the
Love of Life then what else is there?
Her: What if you're wrong?
Him: Love is never wrong...

Nothing New Under the Sun

Haven't spent time in this creative space
in a while...

If there's nothing new under the sun,
then inventions only recreate songs unsung,
then writers only pen ideas others forgot,
and buzzer beaters never really take the last shot.

If there's nothing new under the sun,
then why wonder when time reveals that you've only just begun,
then dreamers only recycle nightmares and fantasies,
and cross-genetic experiments aren't making anything.

If there's nothing new under the sun,
then mistakes should be less important than how it is done,
then letting go of love is a way of winning the fight,
and how you choose to live can be guided by hindsight.

A Scripted Love...

Some actors struggle to play their part...

Is it bad that...
I wanna fight for you when you leave,
I watch closely, hoping you turn around
I hold my breath and stand still;
I can't imagine this to be true,
I can't imagine living without you...
Like a scripted love...

Is it bad to question...
The reason you came my direction,
The seasons we shared in sessions,
The way you exhaled my name,
The times I did the same,
The feeling to be in your presence,
The instant mental connection,
The acceptance of life with you...
Like a scripted love...

Is it bad to hold on...
To what some would say is so wrong,
To what others would say to hold on,
To the only thing that makes you feel whole,
To the person who makes you feel when others can't;
To moments because time won't allow timeless experiences,
To boundless realities to cherish with you...
Like a scripted love...

Is it bad not to...
Live as if you aren't here,
Live and disregard what your eyes speak so clearly;
Live like I'm someone I'm not,
Live the way others may say,
Live in spite of what makes sense to most,
Live for the truth of what I hold so dear;
Live with you, yet live without you...
Like a scripted love...