Monday, December 15, 2014

Giving it All Away

"These bones are like maps and keys, where they took their hits, and they felt those teeth. There's a story hidden underneath. If you dig in deep, will you find relief?"
                                                                                              ~Dashboard Confessional


~Giving it All Away~



Everything I have I give it all away.
The world wants and wants.
It wants what will destroy it. 
Everything I have I give it all away.

Break my heart and make me whole.
Break my spirit and give me life.
Break me down and show me a way.
Break me down to pieces and reconstruct me today.

What is the will in the world?
What desires do they cherish?
Riches, sex, and pride.
What is the will of this world?

I wish to understand more and more everyday.
Let me learn to love the loveless and hope for the hopeless.
I do not want the material this place has to offer.
I want riches of the spiritual, the ones that will last.

What are the priorities you keep?
What do you model for the ones around?
Is it filled with things made out of gold?
Or is it filled with the love that will save your soul?

Even if this world is against me.
Even if they do not agree,
I will love them anyway.
For love may light their way.

What does this world cherish?
What do they think will save their lives?
How does a church treat those around.
Do they only feed the poor for a spotlight?

Does happiness save you?
Does sex save you?
Does pleasure not last for only a moment?
What does the world lean on?

I give it all to you. 
With all that I have, nothing compares to your love. 
Everything I have I offer it up. 
My spirit will turn to ash unless I rely on love and not this world.

Everything I have I give it all away.
Lead me and teach me.
Help me lean on you.
Let me love you just an ounce of how much you love me.
Help me be more like you.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Orchestrating my Life


"Two blackbirds on a highway sign
Are laughing at me at four in the morning
They played the war drum out of time
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore
I'm hoping I'm wrong." 

                                       ~ The Wonder Years


~Orchestrating my Life~

Here I am, a piano constantly playing in my head.
Am I alright, am I going to make it out alive?
Here I am, a drum beating to the rhythm of my heart.
Am I alright, am I going to make it out alive.

This is the way my mind devours the thoughts that enter it.
This is the way my body tells me something is wrong. 
This is the way I feel, when coming home from work at night.
The day will bring the day and the night will bring the morning.

It is 3 A.M. and I am up staring at the wall.
Pondering if I messed up?
Here I am dissecting the potency of my life's trajectory.
Too cold for a blanket, and the thermostat can't go any higher.
Personally, I would just like someone to hold.

Here I am the symphony of waves crashing into my ears.
Am I alright, am I going to make it out alive?
Here I am a steady stream of strings serenading my soul.
Am I alright, am I going to make it out alive? 

This is the way the call has depleted my strength.
This is the way my legs decide to buckle.
This is the way I feel, when coming back on a Sunday afternoon.
The day will bring the day and the night will bring the morning.

The night brings too much time to think.
The dark takes hold and ushers in over-thinking.
Is the water still flowing from the sink,
Where I get the drink to try and overcome my restless soul? 
Personally, I would rather have someone to hold.

Did I do something to deserve this loss?
Did the sunrise forget the wind?
Did the sunset forget its colors?
Did the night sky forget to tell my story?
Did I forget to thank the stars?
Did this world decide to play a cosmic joke?

This is the moment where precipitation falls in a movie.
This is the moment where the band plays a c-minor.
This is the way a story is supposed to unfold.
The day will bring the day and night will bring the morning.

I long for understanding.
I long for solitude from my own mind.
I long for this mini pity party to end.
The pathetic nature of my own personal worlds' smallest violin.

Strength and courage are a luxury to me.
Trying and failing feels like the norm.
The bad days seem to outweigh the good, even if I do not feel sad.
For hope only takes me so far.

But I still pray for a day where my hope pays off.
A day that does not forget to bring colors to the sky.
I pray for a night that is filled with star light.
A night that shows me signs to illuminate my way. 

All I want is someone to talk to at times like these.
A person who is there for me and I can be there for them.
A person to help transform and reform the matters of the heart. 
Personally, I would just like someone to hold.
Personally, I would just like someone to love. 

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Torches Meet Joy...Joy Meet Torches

"Let's set this city ablaze.We'll burn down the monuments and build mountains in our place.
We could see everything. We could start a fire and all shine in it's light. Shine so bright we burn in eyes and heal the stories ending. this is the last time we will ever bleed to feel alive."

                                                                                                    ~Further Seems Forever

 


Torches Meet Joy...Joy Meet Torches



I am not defeated.
I am not the one who will lose.
I have a hope,
And I am sticking with it.

In this world we will have hardships.
In this world some will not like you.
Times may not be kind,
But loves' words still rings true.

May joy be in our hearts.
And let our voices rise up and sing of glory.
Let the music play the songs of Heaven.
And may our lives reflect the love shown to us by the one and true.

I am not to be taken down.
I am to stand strong.
I am not to wobble to the floor.
And I will not be shaken.

For God is above all that we are.
For God delivers joy.
Happiness will never do.
For happiness is determined by happenstance.

It is time to lay down our pride and be humble.
It is time to strike a match and light up this world.
I want to start a fire that lights up this place.
I want to burn down the hypocrites and force them to be real.

When did hope become a luxury?
When did this world rob us of our joy?
Take up the torch and burn down the unkind heart.
Use the fire to illuminate the dark that has taken over the city.

I am not defeated.
I am not the one who will lose.
Take up the torch and burn bright for joy.
Take up the torch and show the world what joy really means.