From here, you are fair enough so I shan't risk the mile . From here, they are clear enough still I shan't mistake the smile. If standing afar keeps you beautiful and smiling Then here shall I stand; Where little feels just enough!
...And the beauty of her face shall get his admiration. The beautiful of her mind shall be his poetry. The beauty of her attitude shall be the intangible fragrance; without which all other beauty fails.
Too many things to say, feels like only silence can speak them all. Too many expressions, feels like only a smile can show them all. Too many things...just too many, who can do them all. When you’ve tried wisdom and it don't work and foolishness don't too. And you’ve tried being better than you and it don’t work and being you don't work too. Then you tried music and silence, and calmness and violence And sadness and madness, And you’ve stopped and you’ve tried again And you’ve done everything and almost nothing was the gain Pause and think again...read through it again Say your prayers more slowly, more sincerely, again and again
When you’ve rushed and you’ve waited You’ve told the truth, feelings stated In rhymes and bold lines Spilled things only found in gold mines Done deeds your pride forbids and imaginations can't conceive And it still don’t work. Pause and think again...read through it again Say your prayers more slowly, more sincerely, again And the pain Might just be your answer.
The last line don't always end with a rhyme...that's reality, that's life's poetry. Some things only begin to make sense when you realize it wasn't meant to. So switch; mode ‘re-tune’...I hope to see you when I get to the moon.
[don't blame me if i can't keep 'em to myself, that's why I got a blog...lol btw, the soundtrack i was listening to was just too inspiring...I had to write stuff]
Let the silence speak. Let the seconds tick. After all is said and done It all boils down to one; What is left? Pride or regret? Where’s the truth in what was felt? What was kept? In the end, metal or prints changing hands, With the emotion the moment demands Shall speak for the past So we know at last Whose choices were wise. Wait till silence is otherwise.
Lord, I know being less outspoken and expressive would change a lot 'bout me and my relationships with people but, I believe, it would help a lot if you taught me to be more silent by just the right amount! Share
I can’t spend a second trying To convince myself I could give-in and survive These schemes, distraction and things Luring my competence “GT, come play!” Don’t say how much I’ll have to pay. Not now, not today Anyway. “No, you can't!” said a second, trying My transaction. With the complete amount within, My mind's hands withdraw Slowly, bowing the pitiable face, I turn away.
“Sorry. I can’t afford it”
I can’t spend another moment listening. They might be right, I might consider. I can’t afford to stay So I walk Away from the happiness & freedom They offer A good deal; “I’m doing just as good as you,” Even better; "Can’t you see? You’re a deprived version of me." Okay. Okay, I think I agree but still….
I can’t afford…
To steal her gift Just because I hold it. Then after I’ve sold it Pretend to love her But owe her forever. I’m sorry, I can’t afford it.
His grace is sufficient, efficient. Forgiveness, enough for a life time. It’s all mine To receive if I ask. How could I refuse it? Why should I misuse it? “Don’t abuse it!” Was the instruction that came along. But "We'll get even later," now lets play along, They say, to coerce conscience. I wish we could, more convincingly, Prove them wrong!
But I try To once in a while Figure things out. When? Why? “would I ever spend it all?” Maybe, maybe not. I can't foretell my lot but I'll keep all I’ve got Till life’s December And the next And most probably won’t regret How long I waited for the next page; The Exchange. ‘Cos I really never had it all. On a second thought I shall always remember My life has been bought With a price of unearthly worth.
So I’m sorry. I can’t give it away. Not now, not today. I simply can’t afford it!
