Muse Control

November 1, 2008 at 03:39 (In This Life, Poetry/Lyrics) (, , , , , , )

I should’ve been sleeping.  It probably wouldn’t have been restful, but I need some sleep, yo!  Alas, the epically fantastic movie “The Crow” and some interesting chat woke up my Muse, which sleeps just fine thanks.  I came up with this off the top of my head right there in the chat room.  It’s a strange feeling, to actually be self-aware enough to feel yourself get into a mindset that… I would presume, is rather similar to an athlete being “In the Zone”.  Kinda trippy.

I leave you now for some much-needed sleep, with the poetic words that I said… Hope y’all like it.  Sweet dreams.

What is love? Life is crazy…

When she’s not here

I feel so alone, lost & gone

It feels all wrong

But I know it’s right

This is how it always felt

I just didn’t know it

I found something more

Something worth living for

A love worth fighting for

Stand up… stand up, wake up

Life is real, no longer a dream

My eyes can’t deceive my heart anymore

Now I know, yeah, now I know there’s more

Can’t stop it

It’s broken out of me

And I’ll never be same

Break me free

Come save me

Do you believe?

That me is dead and gone

Replaced by the me that you now see

Can you believe that I stand now

This feeling… I’m not afraid

For the first time

I’m not afraid

The smile on my face won’t go away

What’s left for me

But to fade, fade away

No way, never never gonna say…

Good day

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Rainy Days and Cloudy Skies

September 12, 2008 at 20:19 (Poetry/Lyrics) (, , , )

Rainy days and cloudy skies

Are some of my closest friends

Rarely do I feel so alive

When I feel the rain on my skin

It purifies, and takes away my pain

A better touch I haven’t felt

The rain’s gentle caress

It feels so good that I could melt

I don’t need the sun to shine

To feel good inside

The cloudy skies protect my eyes

From the sun’s harsh rays

Hide me out from brighter days

Afraid to embrace the warmth

I’m so used to the somber greys

Should I change my ways

Is it already too late

To let go of my self-hate

It’s lonely but peaceful standing out here

Embracing my friend the rain

Is this how I’m supposed to feel

Standing under the cloudy skies

Is this the only way I can feel alive

… Wow, that was really amazingly bad.  Oh well.

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