none of them are you

Always going to be one hotter
always going to be one richer too
always going to be one sweeter, or meaner
or who does more of something I do,

Always going to be that person who is funnier
maybe he can steal the spotlight of the room,
but it doesn’t really matter any more,
because i’d always rather just be with you…

this really just fet too easy
because after all the hard times i’ve been through
this is the first time i’ve ever
just looked at someone, and already knew.

 

my drought and storm….

I built myself a solid shelter from the storm…
with rusty nails the builders had once spurred.
I felt no need, in design, to conform.
so i nested it in a tree, where i could feel as a bird…

but in life, it’s usually flood or drought,
and the wisdom of elders is often drowned out,
by the firework’s boom, and the flashing lights,
and those in the trees, lose the power of lime lights…

I told myself, others would build nearby soon…
but the lights afar, were the only ones that grew,
i know that I’m the one who looks lost in a dream,
but I’m just not like them, and I’m sick of trying to be.

I”m tired of calling out, waving others to come in.
for they all promised to join, but then went away again.
and perhaps, alone, and afar, is where Im meant to be,
though, the view is now watching everyone else become happy.

call me stubborn, call me extreme,
but i won’t leave paradise just to find company…
though without someone, what is paradise for?
and so both my storm and drought begin once more…

how much is paradise really worth?
and ought i maybe consider to conform?
for the sun encircles their world and mine,
and the only similarity, is the passing time…

 

home.

i never realized how important home is. Having a place you call your own. Even if you travel, you need a home there.

I used to say, I have no home. We moved around so much, i just belonged to those people, not a place. And all those people, all my family, has now spread out around the country. But I guess with age we find, you can have more than one home. Home is where the heart is, but our hearts can love many…

So, if you are one of those people who is lucky enough to have all of those your heart loves in the same place, then consider yourself blessed. For your home, unlike mine, is unchangeable. It’s solid, and it’s something the rest of us crave.

Protect it, love it, guard it, hold it, open it, and appreciate and know with all your being just how beautiful it is.

Every home is a gift. Every love of a heart is a blessing. Home is important, because it is what guides and reminds us who we are. Remember it always. Find ways to keep your homes beautiful. Find ways to keep it peaceful and good. Invest in your home. And your home shall inspire you.

 

and trust him again…

I decided to stop trying to jump out of the sea
just to assess the horizon ahead…
Some people were meant to fly below the waves,
so i am surrendering to God again, instead.

Within the darknesses, and forbidden light,
throughout the adventures I fervently defend,
among the sharks and schools of the current,
it’s easy to ignore what chaos has come to live within…

and the peace of knowing, the trust beyond,
the faith in walking my heart to His door,
enough of the wild rushes, enough of the fires,
I finally realize the adrenaline is not enough to live for…