The world is strange. I have certain desires. Things are mapped out for me. I can’t ignore what I want. I must mold it. Create into it. I have my loves.
Faith is a complex thing. It requires a heart’s suffering. It ushers fulfillment, but not easily. Have faith. Have faith. Be free. Be free.
the real me is deep down in here, in this cave of my heart, waitin for the glory of passion and paradise to take me in.
for the sake of that which we are incapable of attaining.
Trying not to lose it and trying to trust in God. When I do I am strong and everything is okay. When I don’t I am weak. I want to succeed. I want to be great. I want to be free from the shackles around me. When? I am waiting. I am being humble, but when?
who knew freedom would be such a struggle
I found freedom again :-\
The only other purpose I can come up with other than pursuing our ideal happiness is to seek, understand, and institute justice — justice, being the keyword.
I can’t help that I am who I am,
A writer, a poet, an artist, a baby,
a crier who cries,
sheds tears like lies,
oh what contradiction you are —
a giant surprise!
look in his eyes,
water will form,
smiles will swarm
and turn all those leaves like a storm,
for believe me he’s tough,
tough as his faith,
difficult as can be,
almost impenetrable —
it’s a blessing he fears the Lord.