The Depth of a Soul..

There is a reason behind the spontaneous, There is an order behind the chaos, And a meaning to the riddles. I've been telling you, since the day we met.  It will only ever get better better. The downs lead to the ups, the depths of darkness, surpassed by sheer resilience. With strength given, from up above.  I've told you once, and I will now tell everyone. You should've never doubted. Look at me now, Look at it all! See? SO, there was a reason behind the spontaneous, There was an order behind the chaos, And there was a meaning to the riddles.  I'm on the top of the world, peace, serenity, and happiness! There is a reason in every rhyme. Can you see how the rhymes fell into the sequence of events? You used to say, That you could never understand me, Now understand this. I never needed you. I march to the beat of my own drum, I do things the way I see it. It may be a little corky, But hey, it's me! Now I am here. with my fu

Keep it up, Don't stop. Find your place, build your home. Keep up with the reality you've built. Set aside the time appropriated for the important. Don't cut corners. Live to love, Live to learn, Live, and remember. Remember the important, and don't lose sight. Keep it up, Don't stop. See the world as it is. Don't build a reality off of false pretences. Don't live off of the "what if's" Or "the would be's" Don't lose your place, Keep it up, Don't stop. You've gotten this far, become all you know you can become. Keep it up, Don't stop. Don't lose your place, Keep it up, Don't stop, Don't lose your place. I am here, To help guide you along the paths, the paths you chose, those paths of life. I'll hold your hand. Just, Don't you ever stop, Never lose your place. Life is as you make of it. Stand by your foreknowledge, follow your heart. Listen to your intuiti

Wake up to see, Waking up to realize, That after seeing the wake of it all. This is the aftermath, Theres not much left. The buildings are gone, the walls are out. Nobody's left. You realize the consequence of, The actions up to till this point. Not all bad, just a couple, that lead from a cover up. The Cover up, of your past, the past you're not fond of... Welcome. This is the new age, The new day. A new day, A new age. Cleaning up, And cleaning out. Moving on, Moving forward. I'm holding close the one I love. I realize that she has been the best of my decisions. The honesty, from here on, all systems go, nothing can be held back. Even the details you've long since foregone, The details of a previous life, must be open. You must face, and move past, once and for all. I feel it in my bones, feel it in my heart, To feel it throughout my soul. This is the start, the day, I walk on. With her on my arm. Everyday is a

The days have past, the new days are now. Looking back to when I was 16, could I have imagined the man I am now? Turning pages never seemed so exciting, Or scary. I used to dream about the future, I've lived in the moment to the very last. Now I can say, it took many complex and diverse roads, to bring me here. As a kid I lived my life, close to the family God gave me. My best friend, was my brother. There wasn't a thing I did, that I didn't want him apart of, rather it was legos, or games, to him dragging me up trees, ending up on the roof. to the fist fights, that would end in laughter. We were young once, full of that everyday zeal, full of hope and excitement. Growing up, came in stages. With change coming slowly. What saved me, was the beliefs I held dear, my convictions, hopes, and testimony. It was that greater belief that held me true. The knowledge of God's plan, so grand it may be, yet it's so personal, it even inc

Another day, Another dollar. You take the bag your wife prepared, The lunch you did nothing for. Yet, you're still loved.. AS if the 2 week pay check granted you, the free pass you deemed self righteous enough to take... You tip your coffee gal from Starbucks, that for some reason you like to flirt with.You've even daydreamed about her... Forget you're married? "Thanks for the coffee." The Routine. You wonder why, you wake up, not to excited for the new day. you keep pushin' for something new, a raise, or that opportunity that will change everything. Yet work is just a routine. Life is just a routine, You're wife... God bless her... When was it she you set your mind to..? even your kids can see, that you're oblivious of the families needs.. It's not about the 20 dollars you give them each weekend, or the keys to a car... No those things don't matter... It's the time you spend with them, teaching them, Loving t

The lights up above, shines on you. like a radiant message of hope, Making brighter the life lived. Bright is your smile, Bright is your glow, as is the light that you radiate. But even the brightest of lights fade, as do the lights of day. The lights of day, turns into the darks of night. As leaves change colors, and green grass fades into shades of brown. so does the light of day. It changes and variates with the changes of the day. But you my dear, you're as the evergreens. Green year round, true, and steady. Even with the harshness of colds bight, The evergreens maintain their beauty. Steady... and true.. You've stayed true, you and I make sense. Life with you is all I see. You make life real. Steady and true, as the evergreens stay true, to the concourses of Gods plans take into flight. You my dear, Us, we are real. The one true and constant factor. I love you my dear, thank you for this life, and the constant and ever-companion, you are..

Denoting to this Present Epoch.. an unfolding life. the life of an infant born. the externalities to all those involved. the new life - a simplistic grandeur. how could something so little, (just like a passing thought) grow into something so grand? (watching it all from the beginning...) how this under matured life, was forced into maturity and forced to grow; impaled upon the consequences contrived by the actions of those most beloved by him.. it was those events of his life, that led him down the roads less traveled, and become whole. the life she lived - though marked by undeserved pain, elevated her to a paragonic-state. through the many tears shed, she still fought the fight, stood strong. a light she became - a paragon to those around her.. (her tears never went unnoticed by him that loves her most..) two walks of life transversed; they met, then became one. the life mentioned, in fact, started at the introduction of one another. to that very moment - a door opened, while other

Paradise, that word, the thoughts entailed. you know the feeling - it's a place, it's... a dream, a venture, a romance, Beauty, Serenity... The place you go to escape, the place you love - it's the feeling you have,, and that feeling of freedom... Paradise - Paradise is at your door: Sweet glades of green, meadows with trees, Rolling mountains, The place away, away from it all... It's the place where your heart can heal, The place where you... where you leave it all behind you.. Paradise - Paradise is at your door: Golden Beaches, the Sun on your skin, The Ocean... Do you feel small as you peer into it's vastness? Finding you, the one of my life, the one I want to be with... and love. Completeness, how could it happen so fast? It's just right. Paradise - Paradise is at your door, Her cares, Her Love, and oh those Eyes, man that smile, and that laugh. How we accelerate one another. Finding that place together, in each others arm. I don't remember being happie

Can you look yourself in the eyes? At the end of the night, Your mind is on the edge of quick thinking, and blurred rationalizations.. "Oh I'm in for it tomorrow..." The memories of experiences past - Night drives through the city, All night - to find yourself on someone's floor, Passing out, and far from home,, To think - your sober... Winding roads lead you to diverse locations, Finding yourself on the edge if reality, That the people around you, Are all that matters. Those you chose and they chose to stick by you. But At the end of the road, You finally realize that it was all... a waste.. With Eyes wide open you started, Knowing well what you were and are getting yourself into. You realize that you're not perfect, and Hoping you're okay with it. There's some thing's you need to change, But rest you need to live with... Life is one hell of a messed up place, Accepting the fact, Then just being happy through it all.  Many times you create a false sen

How I wish you here It's Interesting to think and Interesting to feel, That once you've found that person, Your life takes off in a ways unimaginable. Your life takes a new turn, And you see things in ways you couldn't believe. You can see her 5 times a week and the two days you don't, You miss her as if it's been weeks. And you wish she was here.. Funny that it took, So many experiences, Till I was brought to this point. The point of blissful joy. And... Contentment... Happy with every second, And Joy to the very minute.  Then you can see her every minute, Of everyday. Personal time, Becomes our time. My thoughts, Become our thoughts. Wanting to do, Becomes "what do we want to do." How I still wish you were here now.. You care more for her needs, Then your own. You live to see her smile, You die inside as she frowns... Love.. A word you've been terrified of, Since it died inside of you that time ago... Now you can't help it, For you do now, And it

"Nobody will surprise me unless you do." I can't say what I feel, Or Be the way I want to be.. What if either way is right? He was was right -  When things get hard, I find a safe place and I run, Push to hard and Or hide. Then i protect myself, Close up, And shut off to others. I'm strong, But scared. I've been hurt so many times... By those I've cared about the most. I'm not good at this. I don't know how to act..  Have I been anything less than Genuine? No. Do I not know how to say what I am feeling? Yes... Selfish - who isn't? Yes... Did I mean to sound or be,  The way I'm portraying myself? No... I'm sorry - I didn't want you to be pushed into a corner.. Sorry for making things more complicated.. I'm not good at this. Am I scarred?  Yes. Do I wish I was different? In this case... Yes. Do I want to push you away? No. Am I doing it Subconsciously? Yes... Can I be pushy? It's one of my least favorite qualities.. Yes... Am I In

Life moves on.. We can't fully control when we leave this world. Nor are we entirely the masters of our own ships. Outside of our best efforts, Is a divine hand guiding us. Moving us along... God knows where we're headed, Amid the paths we are to cross. It's in his hands, not always ours.. I'm a firm believer that we are the master of our own destinies.. We steer the ships of life, But even after we do our part in all things, we can't fully control anything... God knows our beggining from the end. The end from the beggining. In the grand scheme of things - It's up to us to be our best selves.. Strive to hit our potentials'. And to be happy. for the next life is a paradise compared to here. A place we should all want to go when it's our time. I'm so happy to know, That God won't leave us alone in this walk we call life. Because I need his help.. Whether we lose a loved one, Or draw close to a hell, We aren't alone. In sadness or misery. We wil

After all that has been said, And all that has been done. You think to yourself, You really don't know, All you thought you once did... I think to myself, Just maybe, you can be the one that saves me. Realizing the thoughts, Realizing the feelings held, Realizing that you aren't that great with words.. That there's so much to be said... Yet, nothing needs to be sad. Just how we just know.. But in all honesty, I have no idea where to begin. I seem to have so many words.. Funny thing is, I'm just myself, And a lot of the time I don't really know.. You're not used to this. You have no idea where to begin.. All we know is that we haven't been this happy in a long time.. Can it be real? Many times I go to bed and just pray God knows what He's doing. Because everyday is a new day. Exciting yet so scary... I love the feeling, That you know me, That I can be comfortable around you. That I don't have to worry about judgment, Nor thinking to far ahead, Because

"Once I thought without a doubt, I had it all figured out... I took to long to see that I was wrong to believe in me only." Once I thought I had things set, the plan laid, out was it. I knew where I was to go. Once I thought, things would happen this way, not that way. Then you came into my life, shook it all up, and changed it all. You put a never ending smile on my face.. Changed the way I thought life would be. Changed what I thought about things I dare not mention... Once I thought the world was, well my world, was going to go in a certain direction, that things would be this way... A book, I thought was already written.. I had pieces of the puzzle, clues and ideas, of this person, I Compared the past with reality, looked at needs in comparison to wants. I kinda thought I would have to settle. That there is no way anyone could be, that person I sought after. Then you came into my life, you showed me, and that I do deserved more. That everything I wanted, all of those piec

One of life's consistent truths, Is that you can mess up as many times as you want to. You can consistently chose to fail - nobody will stop you. If you'd rather quite than move forward, You're the regulator of how your life with progress. You decide your own fate. You chose. I know this, As I've done it. I've fallen flat on my face more times than I care to admit. There have been time when I just didn't care anymore. Yet, Through it all, It was still in the hands of my savior. Even with my many mistakes, And My consistent blunderings. He still had my back. And at the end of the day, I just needed to let go. And start with the one good choice. That would lead to many others. It's neat - The concept of unconditional love. Can anyone match it? Or even comprehend a love without any bounds or limits? That's the love of our savior. I see how it's made manifested in my own life. I see it with the little angels he sends into my life. And the opportunities t

How do you measure a year? The days as they move by, And those nights as they drag on... How does one depict if their last year of life was worth anything? Was it fulfilled? Was it worth every minute of everyday? The question that rings true in my mind - Have I wasted the time God gave me to breath? Am I making the right decisions? How do you measure a year exactly? 525600 minutes is the time exactly. What guide is there? I'll first take the advice of this song. Love. Relationships built. Moments spent with those you cherish most. Experiences, trials waded through, friendships mended... How many times have you told someone that you love them? Are you happy? Be happy - the year, your life, is to short not to be. Measure life by who you are, And how you feel at the end of each day. You don't have to be this God-like apparatus type of a person, But you do have to measure up to who you believe you should be. Remember that Through the eyes of our creator, We are nothing but remarkab