Genre: Religion, Inspirational
Gone:
Goodbye opportunity to set the record straight
Farwell comfortable silences , whispered and screamed love songs to Jesus in attempts to beat the
summer heat
Long dreary days
Tear stained eyes
Hard to deal with attitudes and personalities larger than life
Differences of opinion, divergent paths we walk on
Yet there is love between us buried amidst this madness
And that’s why it aches so much inside my heart
Cos there is no turning back the hands of time
I will never get that period back again
When I could have filled in the blanks
Told you all those things you didn’t know about me
I don’t think I ever will
Even if I get the chance
Cos there are some things you are better off not knowing
Even if problems become halved when we distribute them out amongst your blood and flesh
Why would I want to make your life more difficult by struggling to summon up the love required
In response to my situation
I’d rather not make your life a simulation of a living hell
Far better for you to continue on with your life in happy smiling ignorant bliss
Than to possess the knowledge that your own kindred has done something dreadful
Trespassed upon the unthinkable boundary
Crossing the threshold into the dark realm of undiscovered country that should have remained
Unkempt and free of exploration by absolutely anyone
My soul was cannibalized and colonized like a colon cancer
And I do not possess the answer within me
As to why I would allow my mind to become deceived in this way
Yet that is the biggest reason why our time has been thieved so rapidly
Why I find myself desperately rushing my words hoping to create some semblance of normality
In the way the two of us relate
Even if you think my mentality is out of date
You never said as much to my sweet and sour indulging face
You never completely gave up on me
As I did you
Dismissing your very existence
Shunning you like the pilgrims once did
As if that would bring your eyes any closer to heaven
And pull you any further away from a hellish future
Oh so scornful am I of the way you live your life
Yet when faced with temptation I cave I crumble just as you once did
So who am I the high and mighty one fallen off his haughty Clydesdale
Regaling you with mystic charm the bale of hay wailing in your arms
Is it a more dangerous thing to possess
Arms if you be an amputee or just like me limbed and reckless
What if everything we once loved and cherished about the way we relate to each other
Has disappeared forever beyond the horizon’s vanishing point
You are far more charitable towards me in your thoughts than I ever was to you
And I wonder why I deserve such grace when all I ever do is spit in your face
Just treat you with contempt and act like I’m exempt from responding to kindness
With something other than cruelty and disdain
Some other mood than irate closed off disregard for human life
Leaving you alone to do your own thing
While I tread down my path, aloof head in the clouds
Can I be any more like Jesus I ask myself
Can I start over , act as if the preceding weeks had not been a challenge
To keep the nightmares bursting out my head
To draw you deeper in my dark callous net
If only I could perfectly reflect
The love I aim to emulate Jehovah gives me
If I had but the will and strength inside me
To overcome my straying towards worldliness
V2
What I am really angry about
More than anything else in the world
Is mostly myself
For allowing all these hours to slip through my fingers
Was it fear of confrontation
Funny that I didn’t have a problem with starting controversy
Courting it as if I was its betrothed bride
And yet in the heat of the moment look at me
View original post 282 more words
WILDsound Festival 