• I faced it all and stood tall part 2.

    by  • June 29, 2018 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 3 Comments

    Song 1: The original version of “That’s Life”

    Betwixt and left asunder was the rattling cage of the mind

    Left with morsels of disillusion so uneasily contrived

    Clinging to memories foggy and hazy with some truth in the roots

    A soul that once had thought some sweet splendors

    now save graveness in the disproof.

    Lackadaiscal and warming days that pool sunlight on her skin

    The only thing thwarting days is the treasure trove within.

    Dismissive of the ways the world had given up gravity

    She danced around warning signs and tangoed in captivity.

    Cultivate the habit of being grateful became her mantra

    Once eyes closed the doorways to other realms.

    See the shadows as beauty, see the strength in the versatile

    No longer plundering to insanity, her hope, dum spiro spero shall prevail.

    Song 2: The more positive verses to “glad to be unhappy.”

    Even if the embers crumble into dust,
    An a smiles sheds its lust,
    And the brightness of the sun lulls,
    May it still be met with a happy earful.

    Slender dreams may dissipate
    And tearfulness may excavate
    Lackadaisical wishes will be stomped
    But a heart will pump through the romp.

    Kisses blown all are lost
    Growth is founded through a pathway once forgot
    And the sun will shine in a distant happy place
    And come closer when the distant wails cease to take up space.

    So even if the embers crinkle into rust
    And a smile once smirking sheds to a crust
    And even when the light of the sun lulls
    May the day still be met with a pep in step stroll.

    For what is a day without bravery looming from the hills
    How else can be happy without fear bracing us still?
    Swallowed the remnants of kisses found strewn across the way,
    Filled the shoes full of love, left the trembling for yesterday.

    Song 3: An answer to the house of blues.

    There is a house of belonging,
    where there is a gentle end to internal civil wars,
    and a whirlwind romance from an Oscar Wilde poem
    hung heavy on the mantle.
    Closing a door,
    There is small hopes sprouting blossoms,
    Nostalgia wafting out the doorway,
    Fresh linen prepared for newcomers
    with a hot bath ready, a remarkable cleanse.
    There is no more wishes that burn with the wood,
    Just inner peace soothing down the throat.
    There is gratitude over leaping regret,
    Happiness sprawled out as a rug,
    Jubilation parading down the hallway,
    With each passing minute,
    There is a house being constructed
    Where I belong
    And where my cheeks smile wide
    And the pain is gone.
    There is heaven in the small steps to the welcome mat,
    There, there is love.

    Song 4: the least romantic and grave parts to there will never be another you.

    So gone were the kisses spent,
    And the poems you have never read
    I prayed and prayed for a time machine
    And only got tremors and tears strolling down my flesh.

    You left the ending open
    And my heart sprang from the unresolve
    How I wish I could wish for alternate worlds
    where you and i evolved.

    But alas the misery dances inside my chest
    Your smile that only pardons my duress
    How i hope for happiness for us both one day
    And pocket my love for someone who cherishes my stay.

    Song 5: My way’s difficult journey.

    Packed up my suitcase on the sullen slippery and treacherous Mars,

    Left the trenches of self pity to wade out underneath the stars

    Threw out that sorrowful crown for a solitary buzz of a scenic gaze

    To gallop through the tendrils of a remarkable field will less haze.

    Watched the birds speed past and the ants rebuild their house

    Knew the only complexity was the excuse I confess to never excel.

    Felt my lips leave their trembling quarters and part to breathe,

    There was little to no exhaustion left as I roared to life again, willing to live my dreams..

    Packed up my suitcase on the sullen slippery and treacherous Mars,

    Left the trenches of self pity to wade out underneath the stars

    Threw out that sorrowful crown for a solitary buzz of a scenic gaze

    To gallop through the tendrils of a remarkable field will less haze.

    Watched the birds speed past and the ants rebuild their house

    Knew the only complexity was the excuse I confess to never excel.

    Felt my lips leave their trembling quarters and part to breathe,

    There was little to no exhaustion left as I roared to life again, willing to live my dreams..

    3 Responses to I faced it all and stood tall part 2.

    1. light catcher
      July 1, 2018 at 12:45 am

      Thank you for being original and thank you for sharing. You are like a Beautifully faceted crystal, catching light and shining it back. 4 was my fav but i loved them all. Please keep on shining.

      From another dancing in the shadows of timeless love.

      -t

    2. Just beautiful but
      July 3, 2018 at 1:29 am

      Shame you don’t say for whom this is. So it’s a bit of a waste.

      • author
        July 3, 2018 at 6:02 pm

        The person I wrote this for wouldn’t care for it. Its already a waste. But I still think its pretty.

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