Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes now. Oh, can't you see.
You had everything you should have ever wanted
The hope; to live, love and lead.

How could you have been so blind.
Was it a slow fade, or a quick drop to the bottom.

She was your star, now, she's your scar, now.
You let her bleed.

There's no point in saying the things you've heard a thousand times from better men then I.
I'm not one to judge,
What have I to make me better.

Yet forgiveness isn't one that comes so easily
It's a daily decision to cast down the nets you hold
The ones that tangle, wrap and bind

As simple as it was, I hope you're a better man now for it.

You've opened my eyes now. Oh, can't you see
I had everything I should have ever wanted
The hope; to live, to love, and lead

I held everything to close, when I should have let it go.
Things that were my stars, now, they're my scars, now.
I let them bleed

As simple as it was, I pray I can be a better man now for it

It may be to late for me, I can't be what is needed for me to be.
It's to late to see if you can reach me

Yet, I'll do what I can, to stay true to the end
To who I was, and with who I am
I hope that will make me the better man.

Pieces

I have left pieces scattered around, far and wide.

Some in places close at hand and others in lands, distant, green, and wild.

Sometimes, I feel them shifting and stirring. They are uncontrolled, relentless, leaving a burning deep at the core. They are in the eyes of little children, and in the hands of dear friends. They have empowered me, devoured me, lifted me, and left me numb.

They are the pieces of me.

But what is required of me, desired of me? I lay awake recounting the faces, the stories, the names.  Wondering if they think of me as much as I them.  Laughter, sadness, joy, disgrace.  The memories that bind us, shaped us, most of all, made us.

What are they now, these relationships? 

I have tried to leave every one of them better then when they were first encountered. Better for having known me.

How do express their meaning to me? With what words do I describe how much I feel them in my heart, longing to be with them? That they are with me, constantly; a plague of wonderful thoughts. 

Is there anymore left to go around? 

Mama Never Told Me

Mama never told me there would be days like these.
When you're pushed so hard you fall to your knees.

No longer able to tell what's wrong from right,
When this knot between my ribs is strung up tight

Tomorrow seems but way too far away
All I can dream for, is what was yesterday

Reminiscence has become a shameful and shadowy thing
Indicating the lacking of a grateful being

So I will wrestle with my trembles and turn them to rages.
For troubles come and go that will seem to last for ages.

I will bear the eyes to stare without recoil,
At the sadness in this life, full to bursting with blood and toil.

'Cause your head is full of sadness and your heart full of pain.
When you feel like all that's going on is you're drowning in the Game

Take this moment, yes, take this chance
Fill your heart, and risk to dance.

Bare it to the world that rejects you
and embrace humanity's fall completely, through and through

That little demon that stops brave men in their tracks
Failure - the one that leaves the heart open with a couple cracks