.Hope

I guess I just hoped for more.
I wanted to be special but as eventually as cement settles, I setteled for less.
And as in less, I mean I settled for best.
But how do you give your all when you've given and there's now nothing left?

And that doesn't make what I want right,
or what we want wrong,
but what we want's strong.
It'd take a Titan just to move us along,

but like old lawn, we'll move on
when the For Sale sign's gone and four sails are set to sea;
So long. To the four winds they move headstrong. To see.
To be. To be meant to or not to be

So confusion is an illusion to me
'cause the hindsight will be hinds feet once we cross this barrier reef.
This peninsula was made for me
or like a fjord only made for the latter.

Just like happily was made for the after.
Not now or then during the tears or the laughter.
Not how, but when will we escape this disaster, this tragedy
is the mindset of a dreamer only destined for reality

So like the stone cold pavement it hits
and like a stone cold knockout it splits lips
leaving space for speaking wisdoms of lives lived,
lifted by love and loves lost like the potential of all but the cross
who's love is stacked harmonies like J. Moss.

Feeling real, loved and slightly accosted,
she'll search her mind to find a previous love and discover she's lost it.
In a haze of hope, hopped up on fairytales and half truths
based purely on reality with nothing to loose.
Whether I win or I lose
I'll discover the sum of those truths is you
and that some of those lies were true.
but besides that, that hope nearly brought us through..



Looks like we made it..
or at least, we made it this far
..
or rather that far
cuz I'd rather that car, that house, that girl
than a high school rendition of "A Whole New World"
and I'd rather that plaque, that life, that quote
than to have lived without that Hope.

.Faith

I speak wisdom
I breath Light
I excrete the darkness as I eat the right
I've left the carnal
and entered the real.

I've centered my substance of things I cant feel
on the hoped for things
and the hope of things more surreal
I hope my evidence is clear
at least clear enough for our frail minds to meet

..so I tend not to look at defeat
because I choose not to look at the leap
because there's nothing there but my feet
and its never me in the feat
but my wings are the things that created this kingdom

he speaks wisdom
he breathes life
He speaks to the darkness and created the right
and his light has surely changed my life

I have exited the carnival of life seeming sublime
for a more secure state of mind
not a merely mental state I find
but its a search to illuminate mankind
and a search to eliminate myself
because of all the different things I've felt
none are as strong as his selfless help

the way he gave up his self and health
to make my faith and save me from my hell
and us from ourselves
and save you as well

He speaks wisdom
so I can breathe light
I excrete darkness because he feeds me right
I've left my silence for the things not seen
and my faith speaks volumes for me



btw: mywingsareHiswordsforthosewhohaventheard
andifyouseekyouwillfindheswhatyouneededallalong