Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Journey

He carries the golden weights upon his shoulders and walks upon the grassy path. Flowers and colors of want border the way. Brown spots of envy and mounds of regret stagger his walk, yet he continues on wandering, heaving the golden weights, positioning them so that he is comfortable and balanced. His back grows tired and sore, yet he looks forward, meandering, following the green grassed road. All the colors and view are beautiful with sounds of God and scenes of hate along the way. He's not discouraged, maintains his course and sees the journey for what it is. The golden weights will be delivered.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Live Loud

There's a moment of godlike being in everyone's life
Separate from the collective consciousness of noise, sounds of doubt, envy, fear that turns to hate
Late... too late when realized
Considered fantasy, selfish and crazy
The populous is lazy
Remember those moments and become that which scares you
Love in lieu
Fear far from view
It will be lived loud and forever
Deaf to the never