A Morning in March

we both think we're right.
we both know we're wrong.
what's the point in our bickering
that goes on so long?

our ways are so different
but we're both so alike
but we fail to understand this
in the middle of our strife.

we both want what's best.
we just want it right now
we're just both not agreeing
to try to figure out how.

i don't have enough patience
you don't quite think things through
we're too busy pointing the finger
instead of realizing what is true.

what's true is that its trifle.
its never worth the mess
we don't learn from our mistakes
to help us avoid all the rest.

we make our own battles
but a war takes its course
and the end always kills us
and then we're dead in remorse.

we do not know each other
thats what rains in on our season
and whenever we are fighting
we don't realize that is the reason

well i know how i am
and i want to know you
and i want you to know
that i am truly thinking this through

the little fights are never worth it.
no, not even ones of this kind
lets please put this behind us
and stop wasting our precious time.

cause when i say i love you
its something thats true
and i dont want to lose you
cause of the things that i do

and the mistakes that we make
will happen from time to time
but i want you realize that i'm yours
and i want you to be mine.

She Is.

She is the crack in the Thunder.
She is the clash of the Storm.
She is the bolero of Fire.
That makes me shake, anticipate, and anxious all at the same time.
She is the image that keeps me awake.
She is the lull that lays my mind to rest.
She is the calm that slows my heart.
That makes me sigh, wonder, and worry all at the same time.
She is the look that stops me in my steps.
She is the touch that paralyzes me whole.
She is the voice that deafens all other sounds.
That makes me weak, stutter, and immobile all at the same time.
She is the taste that makes my mind remember.
She is the smell that makes my soul shiver.
She is the heart that grabs me and won't release.
That makes me unconscious, euphoric, and alive all at the same time.
She is to me what water is to ocean.
She is to me what grass is to the plains.
She is to me what sand is to the beaches.
That makes me what I am by definition, without her being nothing at all.
She is a crash in my head that I never saw coming.
She is a truth in my heart that I pray never lies.
She is an unexpected gift that I don't believe is mine.
That makes me wonder if I should be alive and worried what I would be without her.
She is a blessing that I cannot take for granted.
She is a blessing that I cannot let go of.
She is a blessing that I cannot understand why me.
That makes the future dark, misty, and bright all at the same time.
She is.

Dear Georgia.

Dear Georgia,This place is not what I dreamed
Dear Georgia,
I hope you see what I mean..
This place and all these people,
They just aren't what they seem.
I want to go back to the place,
The place where it was you and me...
Cause Dear Georgia,
I hope you know I'm sorry.

Dear Georgia,
This place is full of cruelty.
Dear Georgia,
I've seen it dealt to others and to me
But I can't say I'm just a victim,
Cause I'm part of the guilty party,
But the place where I came from
The arms I'd find forgive everyone
Cause Dear Georgia,
Back home is where I need to be.

Dear Georgia,
I packed and left everything so soon
Dear Georgia,
Has all that I've left gone to ruin?
Are my footprints still there to see?
The years I've been gone are history
I didn't know what I've leave behind
Chunks of my life, a waste of time...
But Dear Georgia,
I'm coming home to say I'm sorry.

Serenade for This Sinner

Too early this morning I woke up from a dream.
So heavy my head, cause I knew not what it means.
A shadowed world of dark trees, and Light without sun,
I walked the shaded ground to find absolutely no one.
There's rivers and lakes, and a breeze that fills my soul
And unfamiliar creatures walk around with no roles.
They all run away
When I go up to see
And in the reflection of the river,
I see what it's like to be me.
I see I'm not perfect.
I see I'm not free.
I've known all this before,
But cleansing is hard, but the key.

So I'm Cain and I'm Able.
I've got two left hands.
I've got one leg with no foot,
So it's impossible to stand.
I can pick myself up,
Just to get knocked back down.
But getting up is what matters
To learn for the next time around.

The land is dark now, but there's only hope to be had,
The Light from Above reminds there's no point to stay sad.
And there seems no escape from the forest I'm in,
But I continue to hobble, fall, and get back up again.
Continuing to hope and struggle down a lonely road
A path hard for us all, a terrible burdening load.
The wrongs of this walk are made by us all,
What we do with our shades after
Is what defines why we fall.
I see things I've done.
I see how I've changed.
I know I'm forgiven.
And that He pulls off my chains.

So now I'm guilty and I'm forgiven.
I'm a hero with no power.
Pressured with no force,
I create my own coward.
I just seek forgiveness,
Guilt will still seem to stay,
But realizing I'm forgiven-
Reminds me we all have a purpose
Each and every day.