Through our life we have traveled down miles of by-ways and highways, 

Taking different routes to see which one is the right way. 

We make circles and turnarounds, never knowing if we are making the right choice.

With the Lord in the front seat and the Devil in the back, trying to decipher which is the right voice. 

All roads we are lead down are not good and most are horribly bad. 

Most given moments are truly happy while others seem depressingly sad.

Even though there are crooks and turns,

The door is unlocked.

The house is quiet.

The kind of quiet 

That makes prey listen 

For a twig to snap. 

My chest is pounding so loud, 

I'm afraid he'll hear it

Through the wall.

My keys are heavy in my hand.

Cold metal forming to my palm. 

If I run now, 

I might have a chance

To live again.

The Art Of Letting Go

A clenched fist releases, and the dice roll.

A closed heart opens, and the river flows.

A broken person walks out, leaving painful pasts, at the threshold.

All are risking

Chance,

Flood,

and

Unknown

future paths.

There is no art to letting go.

It is often plain scary, and at its best, a relief.

Just cry a few tears, and-put on the blindfold.

Breathe deep.

Take a step...and leap.

I was named by the shadow of the lover of pj harvey

I come from the deepest projections of your mind

from your cruel inside

from your cruel inside

I put one leg on  the eyes of your dreams, the other leg

on your mouth to stop the screams

I am here to recycle the memory rejects

I come to stop everything`s heavy on the chest

lick my legs

my hostile style

lick my legs

I will be gentle a while

my name is the dark you`ll find in your mind

The gift is gold, a spark within the vein,

And passion is the hand that turns the key.

The "Zee"-that restless, wild, and driving rain

Pushes the soul toward all it’s meant to be.

But even eagles falter in their flight

When shadows pull them backward from the light.

For many dwell in corners, hushed and gray,

Where family needs as heavy anchors lie.

When shoulders bear the world day by day,

The "awkward" weight makes spirit sigh.

I wonder why the ones with hearts of gold