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i have not journaled in a while, wow ok i think poetry is in order
When I saw you sitting
Upon the world so high
I didn’t know that you
Were there just to die
How come your beauty
Falls so far today
It’s not your splendor
But your tears that fall away
Why cant this world, in only on a time
Change its disasters, from real to the rhyme
And why cant we all see
That you just died for me
And why can’t we all know
The price you paid long ago
And
Why you loved me
Why you loved me
I brought you down
From your throne
Hopeing to help you
Find the unknown
But you pushed me away
I didn’t know what to say
Why can’t this life be easy, if only for a time?
And why can’t we all help her, with the mountain she must climb
Why cant we all just see,
That she was made for me
I fight my own desires,
While putting out the fires
Of
Why you loved me
Why you loved me
THe Cathedral
by Austin Howard
The cavernous walls
Cry out to this earth
And the lost souls to our sins
Remade in resounding rebirth
Bat all this hope
Falls to the pain
And only minor mention is made
To the one that was slain
Calling out to this world
Join in hands and sing
Holy holy holy
To our savior king
But how do we show
With the behemoth buildings of masonry
We fill them with prideful thoughts
When it should show the contrary
I pray to this world
Do not die to the sin
But we must now be forgiven
And a new life begin
The blood splatters
And the cuss words sprout
This is modern TV
This is what its all about
We turn it on
And see the nakedness
The out right killings
And child like rudeness
But we keep it on
We make no move to veto
But we make it all better
By recording with TiVo
The world has now changed
From once it once was
With six second delays
But the stripping still gets applause
Where are the days?
With fun family morals
When the people solve problems
Instead of starting quarrels
What happened to love?
In the simple home
But now their killing children
With polyurethane foam
I sick of the sickness
And tired of the shame
That I have to watch
The wasted pro game
The game that was wasted
In a couple of seconds
By a wardrobe malfunction
As a child’s eyes still beckons
All that I wish for
Is to bring back the times
With good wholesome tv
Where they all speak in rhymes.
When I saw you sitting
Upon the world so high
I didn’t know that you
Were there just to die
How come your beauty
Falls so far today
It’s not your splendor
But your tears that fall away
Why cant this world, in only on a time
Change its disasters, from real to the rhyme
And why cant we all see
That you just died for me
And why can’t we all know
The price you paid long ago
And
Why you loved me
Why you loved me
I brought you down
From your throne
Hopeing to help you
Find the unknown
But you pushed me away
I didn’t know what to say
Why can’t this life be easy, if only for a time?
And why can’t we all help her, with the mountain she must climb
Why cant we all just see,
That she was made for me
I fight my own desires,
While putting out the fires
Of
Why you loved me
Why you loved me
THe Cathedral
by Austin Howard
The cavernous walls
Cry out to this earth
And the lost souls to our sins
Remade in resounding rebirth
Bat all this hope
Falls to the pain
And only minor mention is made
To the one that was slain
Calling out to this world
Join in hands and sing
Holy holy holy
To our savior king
But how do we show
With the behemoth buildings of masonry
We fill them with prideful thoughts
When it should show the contrary
I pray to this world
Do not die to the sin
But we must now be forgiven
And a new life begin
The blood splatters
And the cuss words sprout
This is modern TV
This is what its all about
We turn it on
And see the nakedness
The out right killings
And child like rudeness
But we keep it on
We make no move to veto
But we make it all better
By recording with TiVo
The world has now changed
From once it once was
With six second delays
But the stripping still gets applause
Where are the days?
With fun family morals
When the people solve problems
Instead of starting quarrels
What happened to love?
In the simple home
But now their killing children
With polyurethane foam
I sick of the sickness
And tired of the shame
That I have to watch
The wasted pro game
The game that was wasted
In a couple of seconds
By a wardrobe malfunction
As a child’s eyes still beckons
All that I wish for
Is to bring back the times
With good wholesome tv
Where they all speak in rhymes.