THe NotebOOk
Saturday, January 26, 2008
talking high on the horse
just dots and line, Samuel Morse
the language simple to your ears
confirms the failures and the fears
you're counting saves like a closer
and He won't see you any older
just a baby in His arms
can the preaching, there's no charm
left to make it on your own
failing life, it's not your own
¶ 6:39 PM
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
rediscovr'y takes the best of my time
it's the best of me every nickel every dime
here's the fade away leaving nothing here behind
look another way
why with me?
gave yourself to me but turned around
a different face to see
one like no one before
makes me wonder at you
small wonder at you
red anger
jealously becoming me
sarcastic apathy
is the feeling you should see
enduring more when you find that it's not care
it's the reasons why
will you reason why
¶ 6:35 PM
