Moderately Displaced

What I have so far....

"Your feverish yellow eyes, and my red hands making a way to make sure, that we can call it our own that no building full of white ties can bound what we have freed its fair to want the right, to choose my right call this what you want, its our day

How much of this is desire, and how much is veracity? Can we really be set apart from immersion of profit? Perhaps using the knowledge, that money has power we as people can overstep and use it to our benefit but when our shoes are tucked in safely underneath the security we fallaciously produced, …. Who is running who? "

Twice as Blue

Your face holds more lines these days, more than I could ever digest
I am not to sure what kept you from keeping up
But I am sure you had a chance to break free from giving me any life
In reality I gave you life
Becoming your ticket to break free from the life you built for yourself
Surely you never wanted things to be as they were
As life kept keeping up, guilt manifested in your bones, remorse of the world,
Bound in the curves of my fragile body
There was no turning about this time, for every bruise you received for my existence,
I wore them twice as blue

I gave you a life you never really wanted, but took you from one you thought you must have deserved
My body became doomed in a whirl wind of paying the debt of two beings

Somehow, thank the good Lord for choosing me
Skin to my skin, I became the hope of my future kin, so that they would never see the face of evil facing them back
Regretting any existence they had left in their bones
If it weren’t for my life, you’d be blue too

I had no choice on whose life I’d save; gracing everyone else’s so that they could survive
I learned more of love by seeing what it wasn’t
I learned more of God, by seeing the worst evil through 8 years of blue eyes

I have to make something of myself, if not it was all in vain
Beaten for a sense of pride of a world full of hate
I have to make something of your pain, if not I was for nothing
I would peel each line off your face to be there when placed, to tell you how loved you were and this life you chose isn’t who you are
Screaming from the insides of you, you are loved too

Kin

I am not sure where to move from here
Your skin embedded in mine, wondering if anything will fall back into its original form
Speculate about you, do brick walls keep everything at bay
Your souls must die everyday to feel the slightest bit fervid
In reverence to it all, my veins carry the same color that yours do
Responsibility fills my lungs, if I don’t love you I am not sure anyone else could
I am not sure anyone could look beyond anything that makes us all the same
Your indulgence is everyone’s transgression
I am not different then you, no holy peccadillo
No articulation of dust that falls in short than your own

Dignity

There is no place I can hide, under a leaf with dew built upon it
I fell faster then it could ever digress to the ground
Clothe your dignity, to see what can’t be seen
Feed my appetite to see you grow afar
I’d spin my web around the leaf that spun you down
Take all I can see, feed it to the need that grows endlessly
When all is fallen around, break me to see, the better sides of me
Clothe my vehement, to not feel at all
Feed your will at site, to see me go

Formulas ( most likely unfinished )

Formulas written across your skin, every time I sit to peel you back
I delineate more of the numbers that create your bones
It’s not fair to bind you to basic calculation, but that is what it will always come down to

I discern more than you think I’d do
I have a mind that dissects and intertwines,
Regardless, there is a crater in my skull that stays sealed for the protection of your formulas
I let you hold the black anonymity, I no longer need that from this lifewe all have our numbers; we all fall into our selves

I, too, would like to live above the things that produce the crop in my life
the things that you believe in, they keep you alive and create your borders

Suns of the Son

The motion of the sea reflects the power and lack of forgiveness that the sky reveals to us
Incapacitating beholders, whether it is known or not
The sudden realization that we are made of the same in that which we lay on
That all the suns we see, hold the same atoms, marked no differently from our own
Shining bright for thirsty hearts to see
To think this would bring one back to humanity and what we have left would be a natural assumption
Except we define being human as what is best for ourselves, defined as power, money, and murder
Not the same rays of light casting down on us, it is what we have created out of it, when all we see is too much for hurting hearts to bare

So … Give me Christ; so that He may pour out His own,
over and over and over
Only to be empty of myself when twilight comes
Give me the sea, the mountains, the rivers, the valleys of life
Only to be humble in my hide in comparison to His greatness
Give me Abba love, day in, day out, to fill me because no one else will or can
Only to prove the glory the Son beholds for us all

Names

I have a seed as my baring; this will separate me from the thought of what I am
I will not be the judger, no power will bring down a wrath of love that I can not call my own
A divine interaction of seen and not seen, of what you think you see and what you actually feel

This is what we call war

What we see is the manifestation of human conceit wrapped in a name that carries no weight but something for us to belong to, no matter whose name it brings down in the mean time
We are going to be the ones bringing us all to our end

I will stand strong carrying a light embedded in me, because I see it too
Open eyes that will remain infected, because I feel it so

The best of Three Lettered Words

My eyes, they burn a light reflecting precisions and finalize
They have been submersed so much, held so tightly to measuring heights
When I say I am free, you know it’s coming down like rays
Freedom has taken manifestation inside the lids of my shelter,
No closed eyes can hide you from this detonation

My poor pelt has been stifled and saturated
I came up for the greatest inhaling of all life could offer,
No dust, no pollen could fill these lungs,
No false realties, no confining lies can hide you from this ignition

And that which melts off you is much greater than I had thought
Holding the purest of reflections, the sun shines through your glass eyes

My lungs, they are filled with the greatest of breathes
The taste of appeal follows down every inch of liberating air
I’d breathe you in again
No plastic trees can still the life in that lets me just exist,
Nor will it ever steal the purest of air I breathe.

Alleluia, I am alive, I am alive, and I am alive.

Dear Swallows

You marked yourself as a sailor
One for freedom from your land, one for fidelity to yourself

Travel another 50,000 waves and Ill see you in the bends
The reflections of the sea hold the shade of my eyes, and the depth of what I see

Once you cross the great line, what great things are you going to ride over?
Fixations that hold you back from what makes your heart burn deep

I’d like to burn deep enough to stop you in your tracks, to capture what is not so translucent in your bones

I can see the shine
I can see your shine

All the fractures that create you, construct luminosity for hungry eyes to see

Pieces of an Eagle

The line of red that runs down your spine aligns it self with a vehemence inside my own
for every line that drops down, for every line that cascades
another color comes about
representing the stance occurring in you, in me, on them

The salt beneath my eyes is much like the bitterness falling off the eagle, marked with stokes of hate and hope, and everything else that falls in between.
I knew you were scared
as we stood looking over a city with great hope
I felt it, and said it to be so

I come offering nothing more than who I have been made to be.
Not front forth with expectations or aspirations to change anything but the world in which we live in.

Take it for what it is, hide from what ever you wish
I won’t back down, and I won’t push forth.
My posture is straitThere’s a lot to hold up
I am no longer living for a future, but for the sun on the other end of that horizon

Run or come alongside
I will be standing still
Basking in a glory of shine far greater than anything I could create.

A blue revolution

Illuminance of the sky,
that breaks darkness from overtaking the good in this world,

Illuminate in Me.

Take out my heart and measure it to yours.
I’d become righteous in you
but no more righteous than another, just because I see it.

I need not look much further then in me
to see the glory of a king’s hand, a value no jester can make a fool of.

As sure as the moon echos the sun,
I to you, for a world awaiting revolution

Elucidate in me
So that I may guide a distilled audience to the hope of love and not of war.

All things working towards the good of a maker, above and below.

Checkered

I wouldn’t hold it past you to say the world in which you see is marked by my skin
it wouldn’t be fair to bind you tightly by words and ideas
when all that are mine are vehement
about you, about me, about the dust that makes my bones

In the way a cougar fights to live, the owner fights to tame
there passion ignites, whether it be false or not, it burns

I can only sink in for so long, till the breathe I took becomes stale
I’d always be searching for more
Or searching to be found

Theodore Roosevelt Two

Do come in and stir these restless fears; surface them

The tops of my eyes elope to these wild imaginations

Let me escape myself and this entitlement to your land

These wars hold themselves tightly bound for whom ever to read

Across the way from History and it’s beloved Europe

This is where I stand

Theodore Roosevelt One

Come for me from the west
I will show you something unseen, something of a king
For this land that holds no rights
Merely escape artists fleeing from their duty of God
We have no royalty, but that which we make our own
I stand with three others, cultivated to this land that we insist must be free

We protest to be free
We cry to be free
We kill to be free, so that our future can rest in that

For those who reign after, freedom will be theirs.

Ravenously Diseased

It’s by chance that a moment is created
And a chance taken to let go
And indulge is a moment fulfilled
There is an uncertainty that travels through my veins
Stops at my heart every once and a while
To remind me
I’m still alive
To remind me
It still beats

I have lost apart of myself
Some where along this road
Forgetting my value or what I have to offer
For what it’s worth

I am found by grace
Humble in the darkness
Your light has infected me
I’ve put my mirror down… letting it soak in.

I shed a color of black and blue
Desolated, my soul cries out
This could be more

These circling winds
Carrying those whispers far
Remind me to stay
But anguish has found me in all the places I hide myself.

I am frightened, at the very least
Speechless on how I am standing here
Following a God I can’t keep a hold of
But denying myself daily for a chance to be seen in his light

If I dive in
How deep has this been made
Take a hold, for this is not of me
Not created by my heart
But something alive and embraced

I welcome you dear
Just as frightened
Reflecting the same colors
Of this ravenous diseased world

I welcome you, my dear
Just as Plato welcomes us
This river is constantly a flow
New waters constantly flowing through
Fresh and untainted

Welcome dear
Breathe againFor you are alive.

Reality

Skin to skin, with liquid holding it all together
one layer to the next, this is the depth of your existence
It doesn’t make you feel like anything
Liquid doesn’t feel, just flows
flows to the depths of past, and by passes your present
creating your future before you have even caught on to what you are
We have been grown from the ground, with a depth of two inches
only to return when timing isn’t ours;
Along the way, we claimed it to be our own
a constant presumption that with or with out our dirt
change never happens

Wave those flags of mercy, raise that dollar, speak your own words
how humble can it even be done, only to sleep in forged peace, with the same dollar to be found in your pocket
scoff your own words

Immovable in a mental movie of the repeated action, the way things were
A constant presumption, this is how they still reside
to you, change never happens
Submerse for long enough, the past will catch up with your present, and your future won’t exist you’re only made of dirt, and this is the depth of existence

I call you Human

I like the way this one falls
Right off the corner of my lips
You’re contaminated with something no one else can see
Restlessness for this world you have painted for yourself
Ideas of something improved, but never adequate valor to make it happen
Humanistic is rather defined as going back to what we know
Your pelt is the epitome of humanistic routine

Layers

If my skin could melt off like the ash from your cigarette
I could really see what is going on
I could reach down deep inside of me and pull out what I can not see

Finger and chord, wish me well
If you ever go looking for a cure
deep in the valleys of Gods splender
I hope that you'll take me along

Id shed my grace for you, to see again
Id peel back the layer that I layed across your eyes
to feel a world unfelt
Id write you a song you already wrote for yourself

I breathe you in like I brush you off
I breathe you in like I brush you off

Fire Out

I have a mouth full of leaves and a stomach full of lies
I feed them to you
It can not just be enough to change minds if there is no action
where is your action
digesting the reality of it all, we really can do things
we say its true, but you never really believe it
bones to skin
vessel to air
we are creations that carry this weight
created in a perfect image
forgetting what it looks like, and how to get back
it can not just be enough to change thoughts if there is no belief
where is your belief
good thing our Good One came about
were they words that are just held tightly bound
or were they actions spelled out to show a way
back to the core of who we are becoming and where we are going
because it is not where you think you are going
just yet

fire in fire out
hallelujah

Freedom

I have this whole world
that sits me down and tells me who I am
Hands to ears,
I scream
Their hands to my mouth.
i want to be real
the only way i feel it is to kneel

i may be able to breath today
but i don't feel alive

i have this world filling my soul with lies
that war is the only way to be free
when we cant even be free from ourselves

Trees

Will you get out of this place
Let's just do it for me
You'll die alive here
Stuck breathing in the air I breath out
It suits me just well
Its throttle of myself, Stifle of your Eve.
I don't want to be just a rib from your man
I want to be dirt and ground
Have breathe of life blown into my being
The wind will work for today
But I am afraid by tomorrow
These trees will stop moving.

Insides and out

Oh God here it comes again
We have played this game before
What you say, oh it is what you say
You are coming to get us, to claim what you have made

I am going to hide; I can put you aside so I can shine
I am nature first
I am going to find out all the little secrets that are kept from us
If we find out
What it would do to you and the stories man has created

I can create them too
I can create them too

Lets create some false realities to fall in to
Because it feels good
Oh it feels so good

Condemn me now for speaking the words written on my heart
I will through them at you with out knowledge of what they mean
Or who you are

Haven’t we played this game before?
I have seen this face before
Look at me
Laugh, you cant save the world
Tell me what you fight for
Tell me about you gods and devils
Tel me about your GOD and your DEVIL

All you have are words,
They don’t go much father then the time it takes to die down
Whose words are you going rise above
Lets bring you down and see what you are really about

Show me your insides
Show me your blues and reds that run to your bones, creator
Which of us are coming to get, what parts are you willing to claim

I created some false realities to fall in to
Because it feels good
Oh it feels so good

Not US

We sit back and watch from a different pair of glass eyes
not by choice, and sometimes not by will
it is what has been given to us
this is ours to call our own
our veins are made up of blue and red
blue for you, red for me
We burn a little for you and everyone we touch
not by choice, and sometimes not by will
We wish we could come down and be the way you want us to be
dress me up call me your own
move my mouth move my head
I am who you make me to be now
isn’t this what you want
you cant get in though
we wont let you
We have been graced far too much to settle we are made just this wayto burn and shine
there is more to prove than ourselves
it is not to us

Remaining

I will wait patiently for you
I have listened to the stories of you, and wondered how true you are
Or how true I am to you
But I promised I’d wait
What if you come, and by bones are but dust to you, and nothing else
What if you come and love is the core of my bones
Then how true were you ever to walk with us
We have been promised real big things
But they don’t mean anything
I want believe, I want to believe that there is a subsidiary place for me to be
But I can’t
I can’t believe that husbands and wives just don’t exist
I will be ok living in the middle proclaiming your name for the maker of my bones
And I will wait patiently for you,
Maker of my Bones

White Out

Welcome you monotonous custom,
Welcome only because I can not stop you
Lips move and turn about
Eyes squeeze shut, tightly to make it stopbut it doesn’t, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t feel

These forced words, and my motionless ways
Bringing some uncontrollable, unstoppable knowledge
That captivity is in the mind, and everywhere you are.

There is a blankness surrounding the backs of your eyes,
As if you were never really existing

Welcome you droning people,
Welcome only because I can not get away from you
Lips move and turn about
My eyes squeeze shut, tightly to make it stop
But it doesn’t, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t feel