The water of the river flows
Just as the mind goes,
The rocks scatter across the bottom
like thoughts of Gamorrah and Sodom.
Leaves, sticks, and other randoms
Float on the top
For poeple to see, grab, or let be free.
The fish mind their business
As the people of the world drill themselves into dizziness.
Their minds like the rivers
Scare me and give me shivers
Minds, rivers, scares and shivers
This world we live in, oh so perverse.
connection tween heart and mind
is the dilemma some never seem to find
they fill their life with objects and lust
just to find out their final hand is a bust
with heart and mind so interactive with one another
without it you may never find love for the other
does brain overpower heart
or does heart overpower brain
let one reign over the other and you might go insane
for the connection tween heart and mind is a two way train.
you and me, we are not perfect by any means
like milk and cereal definitely two tasty things
we are no Michael Jordan
and we are not filled with boredom
but we are definitely two tasty things
put us together and mix us in a bowl
then we might as well be solid gold
without each other we are incomplete
but with each other we cant be beat
when you’re not around
half of my body is nowhere to be found
but when you are around
I feel like a king being crowned
so beautiful and goofy
and maybe a little moody
but no matter what your mood be
I still love to be…
two tasty things.
We do what we want in life
think about the consequence then make the sacrifice
usually between two things we love
how do we decide whats above
decisions can make you
decisions can break you
they can even hate you
if you do what you love
and love what you do
your decisions will love you
just journey to the end
how many miles, it will depend
sacrifice your life to the greater good
make the better decision
you know you would.
Four years ago I was a child among men
now you are there not knowing how it will end
now I am leaving the team to you
it is your turn to lead the crew.
My right hand man and my baseball brother
always has my back
as we look out for one another
we may fight and call each other names
but we always seem to put out the flames
we’ve been through it all in just one year
so lets go to state to end my high school career.
my baseball brother the young buck
I pass the torch to you so tear it up.
If this is a test and you already know the answer
then what is the point?
We do something wrong and disappoint
but you already knew so how can you misconstrue?
Many people follow you but don’t do as you do
live a whole different life
then put on their suit and tie
eat the bread and water
then all of a sudden think they’re hotter.
Now the steeple filled with people
is just a building filled with the unwilling.
Religion such a mysterious thing
will not fill your life with bling.
It can rejoice your heart and make you sing
but do it wrong and we might just go extinct.
staring in the broken glass
the cracks and rough surface
staring back not cutting any slack
representing life and everyone around
the mirror still works And captures the background
sees your face and shows you off
sees you twitch sees you cough
but one thing it can’t see is the inside.
you can see it’s cracks but it just stares back.
it shows your surface but not your furnace
it doesn’t show what keeps you warm
it only shows the clothes you’ve worn.
a mirror shows your styles
but it fails to show what matters most…your trials.
so many gifts that go to waste
and lost into tomorrow.
smiles and memories of the past
and lost without a sorrow.
new gifts and memories will be made waiting to be forgotten
before they are displayed.
memories a pigment of the past
lookin back at the good and the bad
taking time to remember where you came from
jump to conclusions not finding a crumb.
little pictures going through your head
trying to reminisce the things that were said
putting a smile on your face
and a sparkle in your eye
you’re in your past becoming a spy
watching the good and bad
while hopping over the sad
a pool of memories
waiting for you to dive in
but with no diving board
and grin….and continue your journey to the end.
what is life?
why are we here?
I’m always trying to change gear
but it keeps knocking on my door
making me think making my head sore
what do I do?
then I think of something new
the road never ends
but on the tires…it depends
fill up the tank
and run to tomorrow
we have no time for darkness and sorrow
keep a smile as if you couldn’t swallow
the world is a journey filled to the brim
so read between the lines and don’t forget to skim