Showing posts with label Songs and Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songs and Poetry. Show all posts

11.5.13

The Wanderer

Sometimes I look into the mirror and wander what's going to happen next. Sometimes I'm sad because I know pain from the past can happen again. Sometimes I'm happy because I know that joy from the past can happen again. But then I realise that it is all the same - the pain and joy is all the same. Nothing new is going to happen tomorrow that didn't happen in one of my yesterdays.

I'm still scared though - that something new might happen. Something I won't be able to handle or perhaps that I will do something new - something I didn't think I would - something I didn't think I could. But why am I scared? I'm in control of my life right? I think that's what scares me - me. Because I mess up a lot. I cause pain - bitter pain.

If I'm in control then I'll always cause pain because nothing new ever happens - I don't know how to do anything else. But can't someone who causes joy do something? Can't someone who cause joy just get under my skin and make me do that? I don't know why exactly, but I'd rather cause joy than pain. I want my tomorrows to be new, not old.

When I think like this sometimes I cry from the pain I've felt - the pain I've caused. I cry because sometimes I feel like my old will never get new. What is the answer? Is there a cure for the pain?

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I'm looking into this mirror again now. Tears are forming in my eyes...again. But they're different now. I think there's something joyous about them. I have found the answer, I have found hope of a cure - hope for new. It dwells inside of me. It changes me.
 
I guess we all wander, but it's something else to wander with hope.

31.12.12

Longer Than a Love Song

he heard how much he loves you on the radio today
he read about his feelings for you on a pretty picture
Man isn't he deep
his hills of love are steep
he came up with that last line himself

Does love last longer than the song?
Does it mean more than the movies?
Donno right now but he's your's

he heard a song that ya gotta take care but it's not you it's him
he just changed his clothes and shed so called love along with the fabric
Man isn't that wrong
Leave love cos of a song
his love was only ever about himself

Does love last longer than the song?
Does it mean more than the movies?
Donno right now but he's gone

The One Who is Love watches the story
The One Who lasts forever gives Himself

His Love lasts longer than this song
His Love means more than the movies
Know Him now, do you know how?

Trust Him (like you couldn't trust him)
Trust Him (like you couldn't trust him)
Trust Him (like you couldn't trust him)

By Joseph Gage

23.4.12

Blood is Real

You say you care for them,
The nameless faces filling the spaces around you,
Dream for their salvation,
From the wreckage those nameless slaves call life.

What are you gonna do?
Keep talking? Keep dreaming?
These are fake!
Blood is real!

You say that they need help,
Before cruel darkness drags them to their end,
Dream for things to be changed,
From destruction to meadows and butterflies.

What are you gonna do?
Keep talking? Keep dreaming?
These are fake!
Blood is real!

While their blood is split,
What is your's doing?
Your talk is wreckage,
Your dreams are darkness,
You wanna change the world?
Then what are you still doing with your blood?
Their sufferings are real,
Their dying cries are true!
Offer them your life,
Give them your blood,
Cos only blood can save the world.

So what are you gonna do?
Start changing! Start bleeding!
This is help,
Cos blood is real!


By Joseph Gage