La Image from a voice
La Images from a Voice
Unknown to me is her sight
As my expectations fight
To view a voice I heard
So impressing it sounds absurd
How does one insert interest
To an appearance I first
Heard of but never seen
And her motives are keen
To observe a stranger
Who feels as a challenger
In her realm of outrage
Her young heart seems trapped in a cage
Thoughts Jorge through my mind
I cant catch up I’m behind
Will I perceive her mentality
Could I bring it to reality
Will friendship be an option
Who shall instruct my location
Shall time evaluate our cause
Who shall abide to these laws
As our eager rise
Just for both our eyes
To meet certain needs
Shall be met cause our seeds
Were watered with voices
No high expectations of images was our choices
So inside were we first friends
We should not incorporate in pretence
Our speeches have been declared
Amazing no one has compared
Their past experinces with tomorrow
So did Cupid shoot an Arrow?
Climb A High Tree and Reach For A Low Star
climbing through old books
and photo-albums,
looking for a story that might
sell him hope,
he found only ghosts
and himself getting old.
there was nothing spectacular about it.
he put a gun in his mouth
and painted a mural with his brains
across the grandfather clock
he'd bought in Germany in 68.
the groundskeeper called the police.
the police called someone else.
they took him away
and tossed him in a box
and left the blood and books behind.
Cry
Cry
If i could cry one's really good,
would you think that i should,
and if i do and i cry all day,
which comforting words would you say,
maybe a hug or even a pat,
or maybe a lecture or pity chat,
and since my world has come to an end,
would you boldly stand up and be my friend,
and when i dont and keep a smile,
would it be for ever or for a while,
which words would you use to end my way,
to uplift me from selfish dismay,
and when i seem unhurt from truth,
please remind me the kindness of youth,
for when someone is hurt inside,
no matter what, they cant run or hide!
shane
5:53AM
5/7/99
we want love
we want love
well ..of all the days that are lost and found,
it's the history we leave that becomes profound,
and from all the days and of all the glory,
silent have become our inner story,
and above everything we want the most,
and almost,
we want love ..we need love ..we want love..
well ..of all the days that are so profound,
it's the history we leave once lost now found,
and from all the days of our inner story,
silent have become the smight of glory,
and above everything we want almost,
the most,
we want love ..we need love ..we want love..
Shane
2007
xxx
Tears of labour
Tears of labour
The moment is real enough, it seems light as snow,
preparing the mix of life is slow and who does know,
the echoeing flow, flow, flow..u should go,
and i pearce back from the future to scream ..No!
The tears of labour attract none to see,
the bearing emotions of tears in me, .."I can't see",
and dont ask, it hurts more each time u see,
please release me ..brake my heart free!
I am dulled by the echo's of life that surrounds me,
I dont care to see anything more in me,
my heart has filled the brim free in me,
and i cant see the love once found in me..help me!
It's not that we never try, I try every day,
and every day seems so far away that day,
intensional delay every day, day by day,
and you would think someone would have something to say!
I am the breath that escapes my freedom to live,
I have barrely one last breath to give,
and over and over in one cycle to live,
mere words emenate.. to forgive and give and live!
My tears of labour devours your audiance,
so to often to see the glorious radiance in an instance,
to break all defiance and unrelentlesly give confidence,
so that tears too can be called brilliance and intollerance to ignorance…
My tears of labour…My tears of labour…My tears of labour…
forgiving isfreadom
Forgiving is freedom
oh.. How i long to forgive again,
this forgivness that releases me from pain,
oh.. how i long to forgive again,
to forgive in God's almighty name…
It means everything to forgive,
oh, the power to live,
it means everything to forgive,
oh, my Lord ..i want to live…
oh.. How i long to forgive again,
to be released from suffering pain,
oh, how i long to forgive again,
through God's almighty name…
shane
xxx
2008/26/06
love is everything
love is everything
without love we have nothing in peace,
love binds us through the essence of life's crease,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!
without love I'm exholted in pain, the endlessness of forever,
love redeems us to light, that vision of truth within forever,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!
without love, fear takes control of me and I cant see,
I have searched every where, the {tears of labour} distracted me,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!
without love I am sentenced to my own, idiopathy,
this is why love, the cul-de-sac, encombered me,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!
love!
shane
xxx
2008/8/25