I'm in my own

'I'm found in your embrace...'

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remind the sick why he is sick,
as the cure for the ill,
is a stand that is unwilling,
and a will that is unending.

remind the lost why he is lost,
as a map for the astray,
is bread crumbs to a point,
and a signal to beaten down paths.

remind the torn why he is torn,
as thread for a break,
is a stitch for lovelorn-ness,
and a cover for vulnerability.
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for each passer-by,
that holds a different interest,
a different relief,
and a different character,
brings with that person,
a similar process,
a similar situation,
and a similar outcome.
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I'm reminded,
that life reels back its line.
I'm reminded,
that life puts it back in.
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just grant me a glimpse,
'cause this is awesomely dreadful...
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'...rain down on me'

Rain Down
- Hillsongs -



p.s. hope you know you are cared for,
hope you know who you are.

these days

maybe later,
or maybe never.

on a happier note,

maybe later,
or maybe never.

so simple its annoying,
so halved its apparently everything.

the stage is over there

time after time,
so i'm just dreading to see,
what would become
of me you call 'free'.

why can't you see
that the best part of me,
is lost when i try,
and appears when you cry.

Someone Like You

Angel of Mine

Staring through the blinds,
where the world's end meets,
is done without incline,
for the heart to find its deed.

As dew, a crystal blanket,
so simple, so divine;
As you, beyond the loveliness,
that any man could find.

Looking past a postcard view,
I see you looking at me too,
a clove, a tree, a bird or two,
and the gem of all, I long for you.

As the past was broken,
and the present ever breaking,
they remind me of the loose ends,
that requires my mending.

And through blistering winds,
a face filled with sorrow,
will come a heaven sent,
to fill up my tomorrow.

The right to wait, a giving blessing,
as time allows for further healing,
for through this comes a better gift,
an exchange of love, of life, of bliss.

Night falls into shade,
winter to grey,
regardless of the scene,
for you, I will pray.

The sky that spies through the moon and the sun,
knows how to tell when the day has begun,
that we should know what needs to be done,
when we finally find she who's called 'The One'.

And I will be ready,
filled with His great love,
that when nearing completion,
I shall claim you, my dove.

And though I've yet to see your face,
a dazzling beauty I wish to embrace,
I'll wait for that time, one moment, one place,
for where in this lifetime, my love properly placed.

(angel, for I've yet to see you
but know that you are
out there somewhere)

'I Knew I Love You'
-Savage Garden-

a love cliche',
the worst kind,
but even when it is,
you tend to wonder.

spiral staircase up a pyramid

what is what it shouldn't be,
is what it should be.

what is addiction when
your priorities are set straight?
placing more in the shouldn't,
and less in the should.

it takes a real friendship to show you
that you don't actually need friendships.

who are you to act in
a way that isn't you?
you, of course.
just to fit in or to please,
but is there anything wrong with that?
maybe the 'you' right now isn't really
the real 'you',
and by not being the 'you' for right now,
you become that 'you' you've been searching for.
whatever makes you happy,
or whatever fills you, that's better said.
cause after a long day of being 'you',
you're still searching for who 'you' are.

is it intimidating,
or is he intimidating?
cause the look is just him being him
and him being no one else.
with masks off,
its 'come what may',
if you laugh, he laughs cause its funny;
he acknowledges the humor in it,
and finds temporary relief.
that doesn't mean he is happy though,
or that he is isn't happy,
its just 'come what may'.
smiling, how complex can that get?
if he sees something worth smiling at,
he smiles.
if he doesn't smile,
its not cause he isn't happy,
its also not cause he is happy,
its just 'come what may'.

'how are you?'
a completely pointless question in public.

i'm bored of this,
but its the easiest thing to come by.

this is not sorrow, this is me.

it was bound to happen,
not everything gets better with age,
even with aging cheese,
you forget where you placed it.

we say we are completely honest when we aren't,
'cause we honestly do not want to hurt you.

would it be better to look through your eyes
but judge with my own mind?
maybe it would be better,
cause your words are like the present,
and like the present,
its alone without the past or future.

you pass me your smile,
and i guess its all too common for you,
but that's why i can't smile back,
when your common forgets the different,
and treats it as an equal,
that's when you pull out another brick.

i guess i'm just ignorant,
or maybe a fool in denial,
but i'm beginning to accept it,
that under the light of everything,
i would one day just
pack up, get up and go.
and the beautiful thing is that
when i do so,
i won't hurt that much anymore,
i'll just take with me my scars.
truth be told, the hurt is going already;
i guess the different is still treated equal, eh?

you don't see beauty without some sacrifices,
sometime you have to make sacrifices in advance,
and sometimes sacrifices reap no benefits, period;
then you wonder why it all doesn't happen to you,
maybe the sacrifices were just plain unnecessary.
well, i dare you to stop doing anything.
maybe when you stop pushing so hard,
you can feel them push back.

'soft words are pillows for hurts' :

well, if that was all it took;
we wouldn't need each other now, would we?
i can write sappy notes to myself,
thank you very much.

i'm not hiding my needs,
one of them involves having you find out what they are.

don't bother asking,
'cause i'm not telling,
if you feel a slight something tugging at you,
then you know where you stand.

you decide who is important to you,
at your deathbed,
the millions who see you with your mask on,
or that one person who took it off.

if i know it,
but don't see, hear or feel it,
does it still make it real?
i guess so.
i'm just seeing it through
a different set of eyes.

'let me rest'

Its a little to late to say 'Hello'

leave it to plain judgement,
the simpler form of analyzing.

its a matter of principle,
break it or change it,
don't look around for stares,
nobody would bother.

how short lived is that feeling
of happiness for another,
so how long do you want to
pretend that it all still matters?

i look at you knowing
that you are looking at me,
too bad the better approach would be
to stare without acknowledgment.

when you are done ignoring the fact
that you are that ugly creature,
you would see that the others,
with that craved up look on their faces,
are just waiting for you
to tell them that its alright to be ugly,
cause you have found relief,
in that 'unacceptable' truth,
that thinking differently or away from the majority 'good',
is a sign that you are meant for murder or corruption,
when you know it, and feel it,
that finally,
i'm free.


was it you singing that oh so sweet melody?
no?
thank you...