You Are The Ocean

There's a truth in my heart and a light in my eyes, but i get drunk slur my words and start fights. Screaming obscenities and non existent deities while pounding my fists in to their unravelling frailties. But You are my ocean, the calm sea i float on, the healing waters when all else is broken. So please stay, though this life will steal me away, through joy and pain you will remain. i was never meant to be born, seed swims for egg but whatever for. As a child and like a child i trusted those eyes, for how could i understand the pain that lies behind. It's not my father's fault he leapt into the darkness, and it's not my mother's fault that she is cold and heartless. For we're all surrounded by stagnant, lifeless cogs and a raft will not carry if you isolate the logs. i've searched for truth deep inside my heart, tearing each fragile ventricle apart. i've searched for light deep inside my eyes, and found only reflections of my father's lies. But You are my ocean, the calm sea i float on, the healing waters when all else is broken.

Steam will rise

i always order the curry i think to be the hottest when out for an indian. My face goes red and swells while sweat pours out as evidently as my pride when i finish every last bite. We always turn what could be joy into a challenge or something we must attain. Don't you see? It's already there. Victory is not a finish line but rather the victory and the journey are one in the same. You would wear those filthy rags when He offers royal robes. You would utter regurgitated prayers when He gave you a heart with a path to your mouth. If you look down on me and i look down on you, then my brother we are one in the same. So won't you join me and we'll lift our eyes high? Where every shape of every cloud takes image from the evanescent. Maybe clouds are just mirrors passing through a gift of a sky and maybe we should learn from that and reflect the ever present. My friend there's a beauty in your eyes and i know you'll never call it yours. It's too alive to be controlled by a dying mind but by grace alone it inspires and resides through out our frail passing lives. You can call it a glimpse or an image blurred, but lets set our speculation aside, drop our books and dive, where water hot or water cold alike, steam will rise.