purecountry

This is not the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Putting down thoughts for you to think about and put down. The hardest thing is forcing my heart out through my mouth. Forcing one foot in front of the other. I've reduced cradle to the grave to an infantile crawl. These days, I will take comfort wherever I can find it. "This is not the hardest thing I've ever had to do." (she said, slamming the door in my face.)

this isn't kansas anymore. swept up in the tumult, lost within the winds, i find myself transported to a time and place far away from home. we wake and find ourselves in dystopia. something troubles this soul. the death of decency, the decay of sentiments; men deep in slumber care no longer for the outcries of the oppressed. we wake and find ourselves in anarchy. lawless, the leaders themselves no longer bother to punish the wicked. hands tied    hands washed just like pontius pilate while the innocent are crucified. i cannot remain blind any longer. restless, i toss and turn trembling with cold sweat and an aching in my

i take a breath inhaling deeper than i ever have before. scents which make their way through senses dulled. revitalizing me illuminating a hazy consciousness. flowing through the passages into the depths of my soul. absorbed into the system, expelled as a wistful sigh. the mind conjures thoughts of who i am, who i will be, what to think and how to feel. unashamed, i am. i take a breath and feel the steady cadence of my heart. living within hope, rising to the forefront at last.

I wish I had someone to hold To warm me up on cold starless nights To kiss delicately on the lips Oh just to feel what's right I wish I could nuzzle into her neck and feel the strange emotions of love However not for awhile my angel of above not for awhile