Poems.. yea!!!
Letting go.
Of what?
Of Who?
Letting go.
Why?
How?
Letting go.
To be free.
To relax.
To find my heart.
What is my heart?
What is it made of?
What am I made of?
What am I?
What is my purpose?
What are my goals?
Why am I so nice to others?
Why am I so cruel to myself?
Where am I going?
Why must I go there?
Am I being taken?
Am I letting myself go?
Should I take action?
Or let myself drift?
What am I fighting?
Would it matter if I wasn’t being watched?
If all my life is but a stage,
An act,
A glance,
A mask,
Will anyone remember me?
Will I remember myself?
-
Is saying sorry enough,
To heal the scarred wounds?
Does promising to be better,
Erase the erroenos words?
Is trying your best next time,
The same as doing all you can now?
Does shrugging off your problems,
Just move them into the lives of others?
-
What is a man.
Then just a pair of trousers?
What is a man,
Then after shave and colgne?
What is a man,
The trucks and beer?
What is a man?
Wounded deep,
All I can think,
Is why you cut me.
Left alone,
Out in life’s snow,
My heart flooded with woe.
Silence I hear,
From a voice once near
Lost in my wall of fear.
Dead I feel now
In a world filled with sound
Faceless in the crowd
Will I give up
Now that life is rough
Forcing my skin to grow tough
Or nameless I stay
Brain wrought with pain
My lips locked with chains
Can I become bold
Expect more then I’m told
And take all that this world holds
-
In my mind lives a race
Happy and free
That dances to dance in the sun
They prance upon hooves
Sing merry tunes
And love to eat their fill
Their holidays are free
Full of laughter
Yet solemn respect is always near
For some days are cold
Even when the sun shines
Tragedy is never celebrated
But dance they will
For that is their soul
Long have they known that fact well
-
Once their was a land called Aus’Crol
Where the fawns lived happily in peace
But as the centuries went by
Their hearts became tired
And they forgot the dance of the Cha’kre
Deep n the sea lived the Lamia
Who hated the land dwellers so
‘cause their lives were free
From the hardship of struggle
Which the Snake-men lived with constantly
The Fawns began to dance out of rhythm
Their motions empty of feeling
Grumbling began
Someone got mad
And Dancing was forbidden forever
Out of thw Waves came the Lamia
Whe caught the Fawns by surprise
The fawns all fled
Built ship and sailed
Led to a new land of promise
So now Hai’Vin is my home
The “Safe Place a top a Hill”
Safe it is
They dance we found
And at night we sing to the moon
Of what?
Of Who?
Letting go.
Why?
How?
Letting go.
To be free.
To relax.
To find my heart.
What is my heart?
What is it made of?
What am I made of?
What am I?
What is my purpose?
What are my goals?
Why am I so nice to others?
Why am I so cruel to myself?
Where am I going?
Why must I go there?
Am I being taken?
Am I letting myself go?
Should I take action?
Or let myself drift?
What am I fighting?
Would it matter if I wasn’t being watched?
If all my life is but a stage,
An act,
A glance,
A mask,
Will anyone remember me?
Will I remember myself?
-
Is saying sorry enough,
To heal the scarred wounds?
Does promising to be better,
Erase the erroenos words?
Is trying your best next time,
The same as doing all you can now?
Does shrugging off your problems,
Just move them into the lives of others?
-
What is a man.
Then just a pair of trousers?
What is a man,
Then after shave and colgne?
What is a man,
The trucks and beer?
What is a man?
Wounded deep,
All I can think,
Is why you cut me.
Left alone,
Out in life’s snow,
My heart flooded with woe.
Silence I hear,
From a voice once near
Lost in my wall of fear.
Dead I feel now
In a world filled with sound
Faceless in the crowd
Will I give up
Now that life is rough
Forcing my skin to grow tough
Or nameless I stay
Brain wrought with pain
My lips locked with chains
Can I become bold
Expect more then I’m told
And take all that this world holds
-
In my mind lives a race
Happy and free
That dances to dance in the sun
They prance upon hooves
Sing merry tunes
And love to eat their fill
Their holidays are free
Full of laughter
Yet solemn respect is always near
For some days are cold
Even when the sun shines
Tragedy is never celebrated
But dance they will
For that is their soul
Long have they known that fact well
-
Once their was a land called Aus’Crol
Where the fawns lived happily in peace
But as the centuries went by
Their hearts became tired
And they forgot the dance of the Cha’kre
Deep n the sea lived the Lamia
Who hated the land dwellers so
‘cause their lives were free
From the hardship of struggle
Which the Snake-men lived with constantly
The Fawns began to dance out of rhythm
Their motions empty of feeling
Grumbling began
Someone got mad
And Dancing was forbidden forever
Out of thw Waves came the Lamia
Whe caught the Fawns by surprise
The fawns all fled
Built ship and sailed
Led to a new land of promise
So now Hai’Vin is my home
The “Safe Place a top a Hill”
Safe it is
They dance we found
And at night we sing to the moon