come alive old soul
when the memory is weak and you keep forgetting
come alive old soul
remember the sunshine on healthier bones
(yet even dead bones can rise from their sleep)
come alive old soul
your maker made you for better rather than worse
come alive old soul
see the picture is wonderful even if not so perfect
come alive old soul
life's not as dark as they've led you to believe
come alive old soul
the battle is won lest you think otherwise
come alive old soul
you are not worn and torn as you think
come alive old soul
because the spirit is willing
even if the flesh is weak.

in

cafe

flags causing shadows
fooling me
they are humans
moving across
distant walls

jumpin in broken

a tearing of the heart tissue
is supposed to be fatal
but im jumping in broken

pains in your chest
that make you wonder
if
this. is. it
but im jumping in broken

when most of you screams
stop
you wonder if you should
crawl up and sleep
but im jumping in broken

because broken
is more fixed
than anything you could offer me

through the cracks
in my facade
you will see
perfect power
thats not of me

so
im
jumping
in
broken.

i wish my heart was breaking for something
less selfish
for the poor
for the broken
for the homeless
for the victims
instead my tears are selfish
and out of my own selfish heart

i write
because i think i might
be able to pen down
why i try to take flight
when all in all
its a fear

a clutch

when i think
my ink wont mean that much

because i cant scribble down
the promise on my tongue
and i cant scribble down
what i have become

the difference
is a distance
and the distance is so far
that the past is what it was once
and future is amongst
us

its becoming
its becoming
what was written then
so maybe my inspiration
is not longer written with a pen
its typed
deleted
back forth and fro
its on the digital mindset
but this mind set doth flow

and the air is heavy
with the creative
or
the
creator

so to do it justice.

i
write