I hold this pen again And started on this plain Wrote down the time and date Wondering what to create. I've been musing on the past Things that never really last All I've been gaining is lost Like leaves, in the wind, tossed around and around, hard to be found, tracking down the sound of every music played, every word spoken, every action done, every promise broken.
Intoxicated by the filthiness, Carried by the madness, Swimming but not trying to be immersed completely, getting my sanity back first from the temporary world of both dreams and forgetfulness -- I know where my truth lies -- it is not in their mouth or mine, but in my God alone. The satisfaction does not lie in gaining or achieving, but in knowing You are satisfied with the offering I bring. Joy does not come from the people of vanity, but from You who gives gladness forevermore. I cannot stop being Your child, I cannot stop seeking You, I cannot stop uttering Your name, or even stop acknowledging You in the crowd. Because You are a burning fire shut up in my bones -- I cannot contain it.. Healing comes from the sound of Your name, through the keys, dark and fair. Let Your flow not be hindered by myself playing it. Let Your Spirit have His way in my heart and in my soul Breaking it, turning into melody to be a sacrifice of praise unto You, my King. For I will never stop even if it hurts -- I know it will always hurt -- Following You has no rosy path. but in every thorn at the side, there, a glorious crown, awaits me... I can't even settle now a rhyme because You can never be contained in limited words of the same sound; in free verse I exalt You, and if there are more than words -- more than these words this age has ever known -- I will continue -- in rhyme or no rhyme, in free verse or anything goes, For You are the only life I put on this plain, the only center of this piece, the Only. //03-19-11 | 2:04pm/11:50pm// midori (c) NOTE: if you've been blessed by this poem and wished to share it, pls inform or PM me.. NO TO PLAGIARISM :D