8/31/2007

David Wilcox - summing it all up with Kindness

I love your sense of humor
I love to see you smile
I love your sense of balance
I love your sense of time

I love your music in the morning
Your rhythm in the night
But it's your kindness
That shines so bright

Yes I love your beauty
I love your sexy moves
But more I love your honesty
You always tell the truth

I love your vision of the future
Your hope that never dies
But it's your kindness that clears my skies

Yes I love your wisdom
Your knowledge of the past
Your willingness to listen
And taste for what will last

Your compassion for the suffering
And your solid happiness
But it's your kindness that I love best

I love...
I love...
I love...



(c)1997 Midnight Ocean Bonfire Music/Nine-Ten Music

8/15/2007

hope springs eternal

a kind word
a smile
encouragement keeps me afloat

new horizons
big ideas
borrowing from your confidence

revised living
new habits
shepherding me along

moving forward
permanent steps
on the longest journey

hope springs eternal

8/01/2007

i've heard this one before

echoes of my past
are screaming at me today
consequences of actions
not intended

living short-sighted
has left me in a vast abyss
drowning in what
might have been

feelings rule my world
and will be the end of it
one more short-sighted move
and that will be

i'm tired of fighting
tired of being told
tired of knowing better
and doing it anyway

it will be my unintended end
the day i'm not paying attention
to the feelings
and i listen for the last time

my mind wants to rule me
it tells me horrible lies
i am so tired of hearing
tired of fighting those feelings

i try to find where the truth is
inside of me
and i don't even know
where to look these days

i'm asked for explanations
and i don't know what to say
except that this is how i feel
what my gut tells me

but it's never good enough
for other people
i don't know if it's
good enough for me either

i keep looking for the answer
and i could tell you a good one
if you ask
but no one really does

i've talked about it ad naseum
and no one wants to hear anyway
so i relinquish myself
and resign

the echoes get louder
time moves around again
in the circle of circumstance
that know me too well