Concrete Dreams
Thinking the unforgiving art
A lost profession a wandering heart
You lay in wait to hallow me
A soul wishing non the less to be present and free
I stager through these water halls
Raindrops breathing endlessly they fall
These words bleed true
It soothes the eyes and blindness it removes
Mindless I remove
Please take this heart these hands
Break it’s patterns
I give my life to your standards
Your glory is all that matters
-AJ
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Bridges Final draft
Bridges
Soft it came to welcome me
Hard you came to soften me
The shimmer from the northern moon
You’ll be shining still like glistening soon
The hum of 4 wheels on a snow covered mountain road
A step closer and there will be nothing left
Moving through the trees silence covers my ears
Unplugged I interact we move
Unplugged from the lies of something better
We are lost conditioned to be wanting more
Nothing is good enough for most things in this world
The fog moves in to overtake the ridge
I move past the glare claiming space for my soul
A hand made comment as quant as this day
The rushing of the wind past your face
I will bring confusion to this place
But he will bring resalution to this space
Bridging gaps that where ounce made
Burned bridges being rebuilt
So I can stand at the other end
Just to stare across my friend
Just to wait across
The peaks wait for the gracing of our presence
The grace comes from the present
We are found in the present tense
Receiving love for no reason and it never cost us a cent
-AJ
Soft it came to welcome me
Hard you came to soften me
The shimmer from the northern moon
You’ll be shining still like glistening soon
The hum of 4 wheels on a snow covered mountain road
A step closer and there will be nothing left
Moving through the trees silence covers my ears
Unplugged I interact we move
Unplugged from the lies of something better
We are lost conditioned to be wanting more
Nothing is good enough for most things in this world
The fog moves in to overtake the ridge
I move past the glare claiming space for my soul
A hand made comment as quant as this day
The rushing of the wind past your face
I will bring confusion to this place
But he will bring resalution to this space
Bridging gaps that where ounce made
Burned bridges being rebuilt
So I can stand at the other end
Just to stare across my friend
Just to wait across
The peaks wait for the gracing of our presence
The grace comes from the present
We are found in the present tense
Receiving love for no reason and it never cost us a cent
-AJ
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