Shows others the way
The way to stick through
And stand tall without fray
Be not weary but tough
Be not teary but proud
'Cause you show us the way
To float above hardships like the clouds
©2010 EM
Monday, May 28, 2012
A Strong Mother
A mother who's strong
Shows others the way
The way to stick through
And stand tall without fray
Be not weary but tough
Be not teary but proud
'Cause you show us the way
To float above hardships like the clouds
©2010 EM
Shows others the way
The way to stick through
And stand tall without fray
Be not weary but tough
Be not teary but proud
'Cause you show us the way
To float above hardships like the clouds
©2010 EM
Angels & Demons
Sometimes in a flight of fury we forget to stop and think.
We sputter gaseous liquids and our minds go blank.
The scenery is a blur and the night closes in
And when we realize all is lost our might comes from within.
To sit with utter ignorance and yell for a peace of mind,
Sometimes in a flight of fury we forget to stop and think.
The angels loom in and the demons even closer..
Our skin grows thin and we lose our muster.
Begin to reap your soul until you find the answer
So that one day again you find that courage to offer.
Sometimes in a flight of fury we forget to stop and think.
©2010 EM
We sputter gaseous liquids and our minds go blank.
The scenery is a blur and the night closes in
And when we realize all is lost our might comes from within.
To sit with utter ignorance and yell for a peace of mind,
Sometimes in a flight of fury we forget to stop and think.
The angels loom in and the demons even closer..
Our skin grows thin and we lose our muster.
Begin to reap your soul until you find the answer
So that one day again you find that courage to offer.
Sometimes in a flight of fury we forget to stop and think.
©2010 EM
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Pushing you away..
I'm pushing you away
Because I have to
Because I think I should
Because my mind plays games
Because I'm afraid of losing.
I don't want to be hurt, but I want to be close
The feeling of desire and the urge to be touched
To be held and to be listened to
To risk being open and to depend on you.
I'm pushing you away
Because I want to
Because the urge is strong
Because I know I'm wrong
Because you're too good?
I want to feel the good, I don't want the bad
I ask for too much and ask too little.
To make mistakes and want revenge,
My heart lacks the courage
To do something as simple as
Making amends.
I'm pushing you away
I don't want to
I'm pushing you away
To save you
©2010 EM
Because I have to
Because I think I should
Because my mind plays games
Because I'm afraid of losing.
I don't want to be hurt, but I want to be close
The feeling of desire and the urge to be touched
To be held and to be listened to
To risk being open and to depend on you.
I'm pushing you away
Because I want to
Because the urge is strong
Because I know I'm wrong
Because you're too good?
I want to feel the good, I don't want the bad
I ask for too much and ask too little.
To make mistakes and want revenge,
My heart lacks the courage
To do something as simple as
Making amends.
I'm pushing you away
I don't want to
I'm pushing you away
To save you
©2010 EM
Speak
SPEAK SLOWLY
SPEAK CLEARLY
for they do not hear the meek
SPEAK GENTLY
SPEAK CALMLY
for they know not what you seek
©2010 EM
SPEAK CLEARLY
for they do not hear the meek
SPEAK GENTLY
SPEAK CALMLY
for they know not what you seek
©2010 EM
Run behind me...
Run behind me
I embrace it, I shelter it
I take on a flight of glee.
I realize and recognize ponds of resistance and happenstance.
Change the nation with just one dance.
My mind grows weak and my body weary
For a travel of my aptitude is not for the dreary.
Come and speak my tongue
come and join my prayer
for some actual joy in something larger.
I once did believe in something special
I once did believe I was something special.
Locked up in a box and torn from limb to limb
The arrow aims at something too thin.
To make the jump across mind's waters
I spread my arms, but yes do faulted.
Shrink in space and time justice allows
For nothing shorter than the nails of owls
they scratch and prowl for my memories to remain -
the essence of my travels on another Terrain.
©2010 EM
I embrace it, I shelter it
I take on a flight of glee.
I realize and recognize ponds of resistance and happenstance.
Change the nation with just one dance.
My mind grows weak and my body weary
For a travel of my aptitude is not for the dreary.
Come and speak my tongue
come and join my prayer
for some actual joy in something larger.
I once did believe in something special
I once did believe I was something special.
Locked up in a box and torn from limb to limb
The arrow aims at something too thin.
To make the jump across mind's waters
I spread my arms, but yes do faulted.
Shrink in space and time justice allows
For nothing shorter than the nails of owls
they scratch and prowl for my memories to remain -
the essence of my travels on another Terrain.
©2010 EM
Find My Way Home
Find my way home?
Linger upon the footsteps that break my back,
hold me down and cut my hair.
Pieces of me shatter and scatter
To lock me up in the mud of
Their senseless stare.
Pick me up and take me home
Away from the mad hatters and
assylums too calm for me -
like the lake on a windless day,
Lying baked in a hot winter bath.
Strewn recklessly about
In noodles of remorse
For my own actions and
Playbacks that rewinds and replays.
A tape of my life and record
of my speech,
I can't bear to listen to
The bees and hollow wells
That dig deeper into
pits...
Pits of desire
Pits of despair
Come forth and gather
Along that one armed chair
©2005 EM
Linger upon the footsteps that break my back,
hold me down and cut my hair.
Pieces of me shatter and scatter
To lock me up in the mud of
Their senseless stare.
Pick me up and take me home
Away from the mad hatters and
assylums too calm for me -
like the lake on a windless day,
Lying baked in a hot winter bath.
Strewn recklessly about
In noodles of remorse
For my own actions and
Playbacks that rewinds and replays.
A tape of my life and record
of my speech,
I can't bear to listen to
The bees and hollow wells
That dig deeper into
pits...
Pits of desire
Pits of despair
Come forth and gather
Along that one armed chair
©2005 EM
The Terrain
Coarse is the Terrain by which they step on
And knowing is their guide
by sightless compassion
a grave murderer to those who come near
And steps on those stones that you hold dear.
Shivers and ruptures of the spleen
Do I feel so isoleated by that cold
And cumbersome scream.
It's that taste of bitter chocolate
That comes to none of her expectations
And desires of something else,
Not mine to admire.
Sleepless in Seattle is no place for me
'Cause I'm already sleeping in reverie.
©2005 EM
And knowing is their guide
by sightless compassion
a grave murderer to those who come near
And steps on those stones that you hold dear.
Shivers and ruptures of the spleen
Do I feel so isoleated by that cold
And cumbersome scream.
It's that taste of bitter chocolate
That comes to none of her expectations
And desires of something else,
Not mine to admire.
Sleepless in Seattle is no place for me
'Cause I'm already sleeping in reverie.
©2005 EM
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Course Is the Terrain...
Coarse is the terrain by which they step on
And unknowing is their guide
by sightless compassion
A grave murderer to those who come near
and steps on those stones that you hold dear.
Shivers and ruptures of splean
do I feel so isolated by that cold
and cumbersome scream.
It's that taste of bitter chocolate
that comes to none of her expectations
and desires of something else,
not mine to admire.
Sleepless in Seattle is no place for me
'cause I'm already sleeping in Reverie.
(c) 2005 EM
And unknowing is their guide
by sightless compassion
A grave murderer to those who come near
and steps on those stones that you hold dear.
Shivers and ruptures of splean
do I feel so isolated by that cold
and cumbersome scream.
It's that taste of bitter chocolate
that comes to none of her expectations
and desires of something else,
not mine to admire.
Sleepless in Seattle is no place for me
'cause I'm already sleeping in Reverie.
(c) 2005 EM
Shadows
Shadows walk by themselves
as handler's lose sight of their ID
like walking naked
Like walking blind
They lay down the facts of subsequent anger
Cant see past exterior motives
Of trying to be someone else,
to benefit only someone else.
Melted cheese like their
Melted brains
Logic expired for mold grown on
Their growing egos and pride.
Come walk with me...
Hands tied back
Feet shackled
smile sewn shut.
©2003 EM
as handler's lose sight of their ID
like walking naked
Like walking blind
They lay down the facts of subsequent anger
Cant see past exterior motives
Of trying to be someone else,
to benefit only someone else.
Melted cheese like their
Melted brains
Logic expired for mold grown on
Their growing egos and pride.
Come walk with me...
Hands tied back
Feet shackled
smile sewn shut.
©2003 EM
-Untitled-
People take for granted the words
Of invisible prayer that locks one
Away from life's possibilities.
Tires scream the names of those occupied
In a senseless society
Governed by those afflicted with the
Misfortune of conformity.
Streets ruled by those unworthy
to walk their own path
Take their names off the guest list
Reserved for egotistical minds
Begging for the riches.
while those left on the streets
Hunger and thirst for the
Strength of the nation to keep
them alive...
keep them alive...
That's all real,
real like my body, my soul,
my mind
Ungoverned by
A world of checks and balances
Right and wrong.
My mind ungoverned.
©2003 EM
Of invisible prayer that locks one
Away from life's possibilities.
Tires scream the names of those occupied
In a senseless society
Governed by those afflicted with the
Misfortune of conformity.
Streets ruled by those unworthy
to walk their own path
Take their names off the guest list
Reserved for egotistical minds
Begging for the riches.
while those left on the streets
Hunger and thirst for the
Strength of the nation to keep
them alive...
keep them alive...
That's all real,
real like my body, my soul,
my mind
Ungoverned by
A world of checks and balances
Right and wrong.
My mind ungoverned.
©2003 EM
I'm Hoping...
I'm hoping that this would not only help me remember and organize everything that I have hand written, while spreading words to those who still appreciate poetic verses, lyrical attitudes, and whimsical thoughts I have created in my lifetime.
ENJOY!!!
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