Empty Living

You've been waiting on perfection, just have to change your perception. It's not about what you see but what you know that's the key. Not wanting to miss the boat yet wanting build your own not knowing if it'll float, it's a hopeless feeling that doesn't seem to end and eventually everything begins to blend and the double lives you started with turns into a tangled mess with a million frayed ends that you'll never be able to mend. On the one hand you don't know where to start with your ambitions, everything seems like more auditions and a million renditions of why it won't work. Restlessness is the result of running from a calling not the circumstance with which your always brawling. Everybody has dreams and everybody has something they're called to do, the emptiness comes when the two don't fit and you knew. Not everybody can follow a dream and pursue a calling, the ones who can't and try, those are the people you see crawling, always complaining about the constant falling. True fulfillment comes when your desire lines up with the will for your life, it'll keep you away from a life of pain rife with strife. Submitting now is better than waiting til later when it's fifteen years later and your still the same waiter, or worse, the empty glass still waiting to be filled.

What's On My Mind

This is just what's on my mind, profound isn't going to be among anything that you find but that's fine, I barely listen to myself most of the time but every once in a while out comes a rhyme, whether it gets read or not isn't my concern, but just once I hope it can nourish like a freshly opened Lucerne. If just once I can change a mind then it was all worth it, I try to make it clear this isn't just the blind leading the blind. It's a rhyme that I like to think is a different kind, something from somebody who isn't concerned about getting signed. It's a lyrical deliverance from all the rest, despite all efforts it probably won't be the best, but it's from the heart, something that has to be clear from the start. If it's not than it's no different from the clutter, the stuff that leads you right into the gutter. You don't have to start at the bottom to get to the top but you don't have the end up there once the music stops, and the bottom drops out from under you like a cheaply made prop. Something to consider while you toss blame and get bitter. Revolution is a state of mind and what you look for is what you'll find. It's not about the weapon but the intent the effort put forth is what pays the rent. What I'm saying is it's all about what you bring to the table, not what you have but what you desire decides the outcome available. It all comes down to you, attitude is what sets the mood. Decide what you want and stick to it, eventually if it's right all the pieces will fit. I've got my mind on my moment and my moment that defines; predestined and ordained with intelligent design. This is what's on my mind.

If I Should Die Before I Wake

It's human nature to want security; we want it more than purity. We want to know what the future holds, but since we can't, we want safety in case it comes time to fold. We want to sleep soundly, and when we wake, we want to solve our problems profoundly. It's easy to sit back and relax, confident in your salvation seeing no need to act. Complacency is a state of mind, it'll lead you right into the ties that bind every time. You seem confident on the outside, but on the inside are you really that sure, can you remember the last time you truly cried. In your complacency did you think even one time about the reason or rhyme that guides the steps that you take even when the tears you cry have become so fake. Now you put your head on your pillow and close your eyes, you say a prayer in hopes of covering your lies. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, and this time you begin to weep. What have you done to keep it all fresh, when is the last time you fought back against your flesh. What if this is it, the last breathe you take before your heart decides to quit. There were still things you had to remit and the next thing you feel is emptiness. Your skin begins to burn and you cry out, Lord get me out of this empty drought, you scream it without any hint of doubt and suddenly you wake; I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Testify Once More

This isn't your first time around the block, not the first time you've been staring at a hard place with your back against a rock. You've taken a stand, testified and said that all can, but here you are once again, on the outside looking in. This isn't Deja Vu, you've done this before and the problem really is you. Your the success story with a million and one stories, but why wasn't the first time enough worry. Which one will be the testimony that kills you, how long before the testimony becomes a eulogy.