twenty motes

Twenty Motes
10-9-10

I look in the mirror to ask
What's in my eye
And I ask why do I even care
Twenty motes with memories of all those love notes
I don't see the point in this
But I keep on plugging away
I'd like to seize the moment
When it is still today
It's much better to leave it all behind
But I cannot forget
Seems when I try the same thing over again
That I fail
This is a sad poem
And I allow it.....





The Spark Of Hope
10-9-10

I only say that I'm sick
When I'm this way
You ask what way is that
And I say I'm not quite sure
Seems that getting better is only but illusion
Taking in rock operas seeming to thrive on confusion
Lost for the time being in the depths of my weakening heart
Yet washed clean by the blood of Christ
So you say there is no hope in this
And I hold my peace
For I know that even the Christian
Can't always be happy....





Tonight I Hate This
10-9-10

For the most part I like this
Where I see the need to shut my eyes
To the fact that I live under my cloud of smoke
And so the voice says, "Where is your pen now?"
And, "Where is your God?"
And I say nothing
For in this state of mind I can't really talk
Well. tomorrow's another day
I heard it was going to be beautiful
Still taking it all for granted
As if it will always be....