Forget It and Rest.

The simple seconds of the day,
Simply seem to slip away..
And every second that I waste
Reminds me of my past mistakes.
But steering clear to cleaner roads
Does nothing, really, but erode.
This single soul I have to sell
That tries to sleep in this empty shell.
My housing flesh I seem to hold
Yet time continues to wax it old.
The growing pains I'll never shake
Until the day the morning breaks.
And I'll be gone to another shore
Where I'll sleep forevermore.
There wasted time will never fade
Because a day cannot be made.
The clock will not tick out an hour
There all time will have no power.

And there,
At home,
I may finally rest...
A place,
Where there's a hope
Where there's a way,
Where there's a place my heart can stay.
Where I can look all in their eyes,
And while I cry, just apologize,
Praying that while I'm away,
There will be a place where I can stay
A place called home
A place called peace
A place were my soul can be released
A haven where I can lay my head,
A place we are all forgiven,
With nothing needing to be said.

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.