there's too much grey in everyone's eyes
the structure is flexing under it's weight
find your words, open your mouth
shoot an arrow into it's heart & free yourself
there's a thorn in my side & yours too
i don't really want stand around
& watch each other bleed to death

have heart
have faith
find your strength
open the gate

thoughts.

we live in the dungeons

& we walk through the mire.

we will never know what this looks like

because we chose to dwell.

i saw the quick flash of red&blue,

dropped my hands and confessed.

i am a machine,

built for one thing.

we dismantle the cage

& carry it with us.

turn around, open your eyes,

close your mouth, clear your head

we buried the truth

and forgot to draw a map.

i am the arsonist.

we are master builders

& love to marvel at our handy work.

sleep is a waking dream.

living proof.

we see what we want to see

we receive what we want to receive

and we think there's nothing wrong with not seeing it or receiving it

maybe there isn't?

but everything happens for a reason and i have to believe if we ignore that

reason, that someday, somewhere those things will present themselves in our lives

and we will ultimately have to see or receive them. 

 

thoughts.

april fool's day. ha. a holiday just for me.

the biggest one of them all.

"sometimes we can't help but wonder, what is God? who is God? where is God?

open your eyes. He's most likely standing in front of you, or beside you, or behind you.

open your ears. He's most likely whispering to you, or talking about you, or screaming

in your face.

open your heart. then you'll never have to wonder again."

love is a funny thing.

a great whale that trulls the vastest, unexplored ocean.

we catch glimpses of it's tale on moonlit nights, 

or it's hump as it surfaces to renew it's air supply.

it's very keen at not being found too easily

and often is best left undiscovered

but then there's the special occasion

when a lowly sailor treads too close.

the great whale rises up, half of it's body out of the water,

hovering over the man.

harpoon in hand, ready to fight for his life and take down the beast,

the sailor can only stare at the beauty of the thing and is frozen numb

as the monster crashes down atop of him, mouth agape.

then you find yourself in the place millions dream of.

the closest you could ever imagine getting to such a rare treasure.

you're in the belly of the whale...the heart of love.