Friday, September 22, 2006

die well, die young

Today as I wandered
with thoughts rushing about
Today as I pondered
my purpose, worldly clout

I was transfixed by a sight
which held me in it's power
The sight of a pool in it's final hour

Stagnant it lay quiet and worn
even though the world sped on
I stood still, torn
whether to praise it's peace
of be of death be warned

But in question
I presupposed the answer
for what is death but peace
from life's unrelapsing cancer

still unsure I wandered over
to sit on a stone peering at the water
which quietly lay as still as death
covering the muck in it's depth

then quickly and quietly
the silent fountain spoke to me
"live for the moment, die well, die young
wait not for life to be snatched from your lungs"

the corner mourner
a fountain still trickling
in spite of time
life's destined ending

echoed softly what I'd heard before
what I will remember evermore
a lesson from a stagnant pool by the way
a lesson for everyone, every tomorrow after today

"live for the moment, die well, die young,
wait not for life to be snatched from your lungs."

Monday, September 11, 2006

I belong to something, to nothing
I belong to someone to no one
I belong to everything
in which resides life in fullness
I belong to all that is real
to the essences that i feel
in the wind, rain, stars, moon, and sun
to everything I have and have never done
I am awake,I dream of being asleep
I am alive yet drowning in the deep,
depths of failure to live life
this the awful, awful price
of the lack of courage to stand

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Anberlin: Paperthin Hymn

When your only friends are hotel rooms
hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
since your paper heart stopped beating
leaving me suddenly slone
will daybreak ever come?

who's going to call on Sunday morning?
who's going to drive you home?
I just want one more chance
to put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
over and over
A sleepless night becomes
bitter oblivion
these thoughts run through my head
over and over
complaints of violins become my only friends

August evenings bring solemn warnings
to remember to kiss
the ones you love goodnight
you never know what temporal days may bring
so laugh, love, live free and sing
when life is in dischord, "Praise ye the Lord"