The Reason Why

This blog isn't necessarily intended to be read. If you're reading this, I don't know how you found it, but enjoy I suppose. My soul is on these pages, spilled out from my heart. Each and every entry has been written by me. Somethings may not make sense to you and that's okay.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Walk Ins Welcome

A guy walks in sits down
sees a girl
one would think
that he wouldn't think twice.
He did thought enough to order her coffee the way she likes it
brings it over with a kiss on the forehead
Simple hello, greeting of acknowledgment

sat there not expecting anything
content with the way life is
sitting on a spinning sphere
is where they fell in love and that's where they sat happily.

walked out and the bell rang,
rang for her to hold his hand
triggered him to look at her just they way so she knows what he means
A blink of an eye confirmed that it's true true as true can be

sat there not expecting anything
content with the way life is
sitting on a spinning sphere
is where they fell in love and that's where they happily sat

I sometimes ponder if they knew that it could be
just them together without a care in the world.
how'd they know that it was right
how'd they know not to end the night?

I'll know when I know and we'll sit there
not expecting anything content with the way life is
sitting on a spinning sphere is where we'll fall in love
and that's where we sit happily.

Together happily



Velvet Appearance

You say you only write sad songs
people like to hear.
You say they are not about you.
Hey as i walk on by
appearing to be just fine
and dandy that's how it seems
maybe if you took a layer off,
the thorn would burst between the velvet petals.
you didn't see it coming;
now it's too late.
You've become part of this melody.
Entranced by the pulls in each direction.
I wonder if you'll write a song about that.

Monday, August 1, 2016

No Clue

When we are young, we envision what we want for ourselves.
From the moment we are able to understand the concept, build a house.
To know it's what we own and what we make.

We know what we want.

We find what we want.

It leaves.

Leaving no clue as to what's next....

Except that's not what we need.