"Architecture"
I'm coming to realize the pain God must feel each time each of us turn our backs on him.
I'm coming to realize the hurt I have caused is so deep.
The feelings I feel are but bits and pieces of the pain and agony He faces with each passing moment.
How much worse are your feelings of abandonment? How much more genuine your claims?
My shed tears fall on grounds of my own design. My life structures my own demise.
"The Red Light Blinks (also a title of one on my songs and of one of my short stories"
The red light blinks
I notice it in the sky
Faint motion catches my eye
It moves slowly towards the West
And I continue on my path towards the East
"Half Moon Street"
Metaphor for a journey unfinished
Hyperbole of a truth that leads to the fiction that is our lives
The cycle is not finished
The circle not yet complete
If you get to know me
You know a soul with no repeat
My years of bottled up emotions go stagnate
For they had no means to excrete
Time spent on all of you was wasted
My level of friendship you could not meet
But my life is not finished
I can walk a few more feet
This story is not over
I've written but one sheet
I'm coming to realize the pain God must feel each time each of us turn our backs on him.
I'm coming to realize the hurt I have caused is so deep.
The feelings I feel are but bits and pieces of the pain and agony He faces with each passing moment.
How much worse are your feelings of abandonment? How much more genuine your claims?
My shed tears fall on grounds of my own design. My life structures my own demise.
"The Red Light Blinks (also a title of one on my songs and of one of my short stories"
The red light blinks
I notice it in the sky
Faint motion catches my eye
It moves slowly towards the West
And I continue on my path towards the East
"Half Moon Street"
Metaphor for a journey unfinished
Hyperbole of a truth that leads to the fiction that is our lives
The cycle is not finished
The circle not yet complete
If you get to know me
You know a soul with no repeat
My years of bottled up emotions go stagnate
For they had no means to excrete
Time spent on all of you was wasted
My level of friendship you could not meet
But my life is not finished
I can walk a few more feet
This story is not over
I've written but one sheet
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