Please

Please let me imagine a way to be free

Please let me see it in my mind

Please let me imagine a happy life

Please let my heart see.

 

It is hard to plan for things

When you don’t believe

When you cannot even think them

What is there to do?

 

Like a little kid with Santa

Is sometimes how I feel

When I try to see an ending

That is more than just a crash.

A Brief Comment

I really hate when I can’t figure out formatting and layout issues.  I have been trying to mess around with my side bar for a week and a half now and have been hitting a wall.  I just wanted to see what my blog roll would look like divided up, but now I can’t figure out how to change the order (not that I was going to keep that anyways) and the top is on the bottom (which is kind of funny), and the bottom… whatever.  Dear sidebar,  fix yourself.  Cheers.

Slow Days Burning

When the days wear on and the heart grows tired

With all the little things we do

The spirit fails and then grows mired

Stuck with no clear way through.

 

We often fail just before

Help would have come

And as we fall we see the shore

That we will never touch.

 

But what small hope do the many find?

And how do they go on?

The world keeps spinning all the time

Even when they’re gone.

Thinking of You

Because of that time at the coffee shop

Where you whispered in my ear

And then you ordered tea

At a coffee shop.

 

Because of that time you kissed me

And I thought you were an angel

And the hug was even better

And you were so pretty.

 

Because of that time you didn’t laugh

Even though I know you would

And you were understanding

Even when I wasn’t so good.

 

And though you’ve moved on and gone

And I don’t see you now

From time to time I think of you

And smile.

Advice to Radar

Sometimes it’s hard simply just to be

And you can’t imagine any good end

And if you can’t even end well in your mind,

How will the real life end?

 

Sometimes the hardest thing

Is being where you are

And time will not support you

Not even the littlest bit.

 

Sometimes you get stuck in your mind

Trying to find a way for your real life

Not succeeding you become lost

And you lose touch with the real.

 

Sometimes it seems unbearable

It being the thing

And what are you to do?

What are you to do?

Because

Sometimes it feels too hard

And nothing seems to fit

And everything disjointed screams

Way down in the pit.

 

Sometimes nothing works at all

And everything is wrong

And you don’t have the strength to stand

Or to carry on.

 

Sometimes alone is not right

And you can’t find a way

So let me take your load my friend

And carry it today.

In the Heart

In a dusty room at the end of the hall

Where no one hardly goes

Is a box with a secret thing

And no one hardly knows.

 

A long time back the room was full

With people and song and dance

But now it sits collecting dust

Just waiting for a chance.

 

The owner of the sprawling house

Cannot seem to find his way

He can’t remember the little box

Or the happy days.

 

The secret lies within his reach

But he doesn’t know it’s there

And as he sits down by the fire

His load gets hard to bear.

 

A little box is down the hall

And in it is the key

But his memory is clogged with pain

And he can hardly see.

 

To walk within someone’s heart

Is very hard to do

Even if it’s your own

You might not make it through.