The Ways of Rain

Tears fall like clouds of sorrow,

Raining down upon my head.

All I want is to burrow.

Beneath the earth I should be safe,

And Yet, there is hate.

Inside thyself I feel the pulse

Of something Other that just wants to burst.

“Stop” I cry, “Stop it now!”

But its too late,

My heart soars to the sky.

There I see the sorrow in me,

And upon the heavens that did look down.

They sing, “My child, my child, why do you go about

Hating yourself and filling with doubt?”

I smile back at the angels above,

“I’m human, there is no other way.”

They look at me and laugh their beautiful song,

“Love is the way of all things this day.”

Without another word they send me back down,

To the place where I can be found.

Both between Heaven and of Hell.

Now I see my ways,

Now I see me.

And That my friends is how I came to be

Loving in all ways,

Including the love of me.

If I Could Fly

I wonder…

If I was able to fly. Where would I go?

Would I climb higher than the trees,

Or pass the shores?

The view from up above

I’m sure is nothing but serene.

But the thing I look forward to

Is having wind beneath my wings.

To lift higher and higher without a care to fall,

Now that is something I dream of.

Something I want in all.

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But flying is possible in a different sense,

But all of us are scared to fall,

So it doesn’t make sense.

We choose to stand on our ground

Unwavering from our view.

So I sit here wondering what if,

when all I need is to Do.

Same Old Song — Carry On

Not much to say, besides…watch out for yourself.

You’re grow’n up fast, faster than most.

We can’t live the same life,

We never could’v been stress free.

So let go of your troubles

And bow down to the wind.

For it will carry you

Upon faith’s wing.

Fly

Fly,

Like a bird so high.

Enter the world like a flash of lightning in the sky.

This world is lonely without certain trust.

So spread your wings, and lift from the dust.

So long, fair well, cruel world below.

I’m fighting the winds to enter the flow.

Today I saw the sky above, enter my being.

For I am the dove.

The Story of a Second Chance

It’s about a second chance,

To fix the wrongs you’ve made.

You aren’t given an opportunity

To just waste away.

So go out there and fly,

And soar above the stars.

You aren’t the person you’ve been made to be

Your the person you want to become.

So lift up high, and grab that third chance,

But don’t let go, oh heaven’s no.

For once you see that it truly is a blessing,

Your eyes are open,

Now fall among the broken.
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For in order to climb, you must fall,

And you must strive to become well.

Be the best you, and never let go,

Of that dream in your heart, the one with All.

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You are allowed to stumble,

You are allowed to weep,

But don’t let some hurt in the past,

Make you someone who is weak.

You know you better than anyone,

Just follow that simple dream

For that dream is love, and love prevails

Over all that is unseen.

*

I love you all,

A. Willow

Rise

The sun shall rise on days that it’s coldest
The warm rays will peak out over the mountainside
To shine its light upon your head
And just when your thinking nothing can get better
The sun shall encompass you in all its glory.
There may be dark days but the sun will always rise.

The Restless Dreamer

My hopes and dreams are keeping me up this night. I don’t know when or where these great things will happen, but I know, they shall come. For I embark on a journey of the heart, and soon, I shall play a part, in a play that I had wrote, a millenia ago in remote.

It is not for dreamers to wander endlessly, among the clouds of bliss alone. Instead  it is a doers desire, to conquer the fears of the unknown.

To die, to live, or to perish none other, than with a mighty hand that you can muster. I know I can, and I will indead,

Make my dreams a reality.

Goodnight to all you restless souls,

Someday your world will change

Someday, you’ll be whole.

Late is the Hour

Late is the hour, from which I stand,

and yet, sleep does not take me to its land.

I curl upon the shores of my bed,

Dreading the time,

Wishing I were dead.

*

Then a note sounds in the distance,

I hear a stranger noise- insistent.

The bells are tolling,

And ringing in my head

No other form of worry

but dread.

*

For the time is late, and the bell keeps tolling,

Forcing my brain to spin in a jury.

Arguments arise, as I try to shut my eyes,

And yet no agreement shall come to rise.

The battle begins as I scream and shout

“You’re doing it wrong,

Now just shut up!”

Yet their voices shout back in my head,

never dulling for the words I spent.

*

Hours pass, or maybe days,

yet the night is still dark

like a haze.

The bells have stopped,

the yelling ceased,

and yet I’m exhausted.

I think it’s time to sleep…

Moon Shine

It’s been a long time since I talked to you.

Yes, we talked only a few months ago, but I mean really talk.

The last time we were fake, you and I, I couldn’t handle the truth and you denied it.

So why did you come at my door?

Was there something missing you were looking for.

I had this feeling, that you were waiting for me,

to open up, and let out my agony.

But I didn’t.

I wish I had.

Did I ever tell you how much you mean to me?

And not to mention the jealousy?

When I see you together, I can’t help but to think,

How I wished you looked at me.

It was that first time that killed me,

and there after, only wounds.

But never shall I be the same again,

I visited the moon.

For in the darkness, you were a light,

that shined so brightly, but it was never right.

For you see her, and I am nothing but dim,

An emptiness in the corner, nothing.

So I wait for the day, that I become your moon,

And I doubt it will come any time soon.

Will I wait for you that long?

Coming to my door?

I’m not sure.

For if another comes, and I can be happy,

I might just take it.

Never have I wanted

A life taken for granted.

If you don’t hurry, I might be lost,

but my heart is always yours,

no matter the cost.

Sooner or later, I know you’ll see me,

but will my moon still be shining on you,

instead of on me?

The One Who Sees

The One Who Sees

Song #5

I have followed, I’ve tried,

To see the good in me,

But when all is done,

He took the best of me.

 

He’s the perfect man,

With the perfect plan,

But somehow, along the way,

I got lost from his smiles

 

Is it me, or him

Who doesn’t see it clear

Is it too soon to decide

To move on with my life.

 

Could it be, he’s blind,

From seeing the full me,

Could it be He’s wise,

And runs far away.

 

I’m tortured, And torn

To notice the difference,

Between him and me,

But its too soon you see.

 

He is with another

And even if I tried

I couldn’t pry them apart,

Even with my pride.

 

Is it me, or him

Who doesn’t see it clear

Is it too soon to decide

To move on with my life.

 

Could it be, he’s blind,

From seeing the full me,

Could it be He’s wise,

And runs far away.

 

I’ve been broken, and alone,

But still I see light,

Looking past this darkness,

That only wants to hide.

 

I believe in love,

Even if I’m broken

To see the love in me,

That’s all he needs to see.

 

Is it me, or him

Who doesn’t see it clear

Is it too soon to decide

To move on with my life.

 

Could it be, he’s blind,

From seeing the full me,

Could it be He’s wise,

And runs far away.

 

I know now what I must do,

I must break the goddamn rules

To see that happy face

Shine with his grace.

 

Oh I love you, now

And through the end of time.

Will you catch me, if I fall,

No matter if I’m old.

 

Its You, and I shall

always be with you.

My heart is yours,

Its now up to you.