there wasn't anything was there?

no spark. no life. no fire. there was no passion. the love was a fabrication. the whole game was a facade. I really don't have anything for you. I never did. I lied.

King

I used to be the king of this world; was never ruler of my own. I played the puppet to my advisors- a marionette on their poisned wires. With every tug of those silly strings I danced the game they wanted to play. Now homeless I wander the streets. But I am free. I choose what pavement my feet greet.

Live!

dance free kick high let all your worries go by let loose don't cry you're gonna live your life smile wide dream big you've got something unique to give

Blog Features

Hey everyone. I know, once again I have failed to update regularly. It is summer though. Maybe you could give me a break? Anyways, I'm writing this post to point out some of the features on my blog. First, underneath the title you might notice a new addition. That's my new e-mail. You can send any comments or suggestions you have there. That is if you don't feel comfortable commenting on the actual post itself. Also, underneath that you may have noticed that the text just above the Phoenix signature changes quite often. I use that to kinda describe the blog and kinda say whatever I'm feeling in a short statement. This time it is Still Frames Of Life. Basically, it means that just about everything I write is a picture of my mind at the time. Either I'm engrossed in something and that comes out in my writing, or I'm reflecting on something and that shows up. Moving on! To the right we have the basic archive feature. All the old posts are accessible from there. Below that is the new Blog List. This will show you recent updates from Br. Tom's blog Plainer and Meg's blog Two Cents. If you have another great blog you would want me to add there just tell me. Below that is the chat feature. If you happen to stumble along someone else while on the page strike up a conversation. You don't have to talk about my blog =D. After that comes a handy dandy calendar. Then some cool pages that I found on the web. Click on those and check um out. Finally, I have Br. Tom's podcast. Oh and don't forget you can email a post to someone- if you so feel inclined- by clicking on the little mail icon on the bottom of each post. I'll be back to update soon. Peace,

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you mean to tell me that you care

you mean to tell me that you care? after all of this year through all the time I spent alone you could have been there? why didn't I see? why didn't I know? why couldn't I feel that you loved me? why didn't you tell me?

Blind

This poem and the next deal with the same concept.

blind my eyes must be white as milky as this ink in all the time I spent with you I swear, I didn't have a clue that in those days and through those nights in every time our eyes locked sight you loved me as much as I loved you

Flying Higher

standing lightly on a spire gazing deeply into night gentle breeze caress my body lovely moon give me light magic glow give me power resting tender on each height and with each breath of air that I take tonight I find myself flying higher

In This Moment

So I'm in the writing mood today. I might just post a couple more times before the end of the day. I'm not sure. You know I'm a bit fickle. One moment in the need to speak and the next closed off from anyone to see. Anyways, I feel the need to share today.

I feel the need to speak from my heart to yours this time please just listen to me this time I've not gone crazy this time I'm not a wall this time I'm not a prisoner in my own damn heart so if you would, please do more than listen to me from your heart to mine I'm in need of another mind can you help me? could you please? turn this stream into a sea and we'll be in this moment a constant flow a single heart

Boundaries

So I found this poem in the book where I right down my poetry. Kinda an obvious place to find my poems I guess, but I had forget all about this one. I like it. I think it might have taken me some time to write down the feeling. Anyways, here it is.

Boundaries push test recede find define erase mine. yours. ours? do we coincide? boundaries here there now what defines who you'll be? fame sex cash money lust or greed smile pray give faith hope and--charity? am I you am I me are we we? push test recede my boundaries define me one day here tomorrow there forever only me I'll be more than your thoughts of me

Sleep

A poem written with the worries of tomorrow in mind.

Sleep means tomorrow will come Do I want it? Do I want it all? Tomorrow has too many possibilities. Too many things to say Too many things to pray For one more day in good standing One more day without blunder Today was today-in all its glory I know what today held. I do not know tomorrow.