I am a poet looking to shift my lyrics to song. My life experiences have provided the inspiration for my work, as well as what I have come across as a freelance photographer.
Shamefaced & bold, looking back at me,
speaking lies told forward I may not actually believe.
Poised & thoughtful, not a blink of past remorse,
an arduous exercise this trick of mind in force.
A cycle of deception, spinning it's mythical lore,
will reality begin to govern and wrest back control.
Shamefaced I am
but not without remorse.
Practicing self appraisal
as I venture forth.
Shamefaced I am
but looking at my core.
Seeing past reflections and
knowing I am more.
Make an appearance, holding fast & tight to fact,
filling that void with patience play & tact.
The exhaustion mounts to keep up the ruse,
Discordance displays limited forms of truth-
Startling myself right from my reverie
I step back from the mirror...absolved by me-
Scrubbed clean at last and reflected perfectly.
Shamefaced I am
but not without remorse.
Practicing self appraisal
as I venture forth.
Shamefaced I am
but looking at my core.
Seeing past reflections and
knowing I am more.
What is it to share a lifetime in short,
childhood passes in curved blurry lines.
Disharmony resides in youthful abundance,
where love sits, without notion or purpose.
There are very few others, who share in this bond
family love, bestowed tender & strong.
Experiencing the tribe, joined internally...
As true knowledge is ours from birth to beyond.
Grievances set aside, jokes & humour abound
reminiscing about childhood exploits surround.
Things only a chosen few know.
Now one of us is gone, prematurely ahead
and memories aren't holding the same.
As we age, and turn to lean on our kin
for testimony and proof from within.
It's like gasping for air on a swell of the sea
as we shift through our personal storms.
Oh how we miss your unique point of view,
we learned early on of your voice.
Notice given freely, whether wanted or not
likely ignored, but offense never taken.
We were The privileged to witness up close
Your genius your loyalty
your light from within.
You are loved,
you are missed.
And the older we get,
you are yearned for,
you are spoken of dearly.
Unique beyond measure,
loved beyond time.
This is for you,
our dear dear brother.
Such a rich & complicated connection,
we did not choose, but would never give up.
Shaking our heads at what One of us said
but defending them to the death because...
We are siblings.
First one to let you know you're an idiot,
first one to say you got this covered,
first one to show off your accomplishments,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Shared experiences from differing stations,
keeping each other in line with the threat.
Of telling mom while we mimic the same,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Intricately connected by birth,
positively connected by time,
humanly connected by common ground,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Beautifully opposite while strikingly alike,
loving each other in spite of our fights,
incessantly protected from all other influences,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings
Shamefaced & bold, looking back at me,
speaking lies told forward I may not actually believe.
Poised & thoughtful, not a blink of past remorse,
an arduous exercise this trick of mind in force.
A cycle of deception, spinning it's mythical lore,
will reality begin to govern and wrest back control.
Shamefaced I am
but not without remorse.
Practicing self appraisal
as I venture forth.
Shamefaced I am
but looking at my core.
Seeing past reflections and
knowing I am more.
Make an appearance, holding fast & tight to fact,
filling that void with patience play & tact.
The exhaustion mounts to keep up the ruse,
Discordance displays limited forms of truth-
Startling myself right from my reverie
I step back from the mirror...absolved by me-
Scrubbed clean at last and reflected perfectly.
Shamefaced I am
but not without remorse.
Practicing self appraisal
as I venture forth.
Shamefaced I am
but looking at my core.
Seeing past reflections and
knowing I am more.
What is it to share a lifetime in short,
childhood passes in curved blurry lines.
Disharmony resides in youthful abundance,
where love sits, without notion or purpose.
There are very few others, who share in this bond
family love, bestowed tender & strong.
Experiencing the tribe, joined internally...
As true knowledge is ours from birth to beyond.
Grievances set aside, jokes & humour abound
reminiscing about childhood exploits surround.
Things only a chosen few know.
Now one of us is gone, prematurely ahead
and memories aren't holding the same.
As we age, and turn to lean on our kin
for testimony and proof from within.
It's like gasping for air on a swell of the sea
as we shift through our personal storms.
Oh how we miss your unique point of view,
we learned early on of your voice.
Notice given freely, whether wanted or not
likely ignored, but offense never taken.
We were The privileged to witness up close
Your genius your loyalty
your light from within.
You are loved,
you are missed.
And the older we get,
you are yearned for,
you are spoken of dearly.
Unique beyond measure,
loved beyond time.
This is for you,
our dear dear brother.
Such a rich & complicated connection,
we did not choose, but would never give up.
Shaking our heads at what One of us said
but defending them to the death because...
We are siblings.
First one to let you know you're an idiot,
first one to say you got this covered,
first one to show off your accomplishments,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Shared experiences from differing stations,
keeping each other in line with the threat.
Of telling mom while we mimic the same,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Intricately connected by birth,
positively connected by time,
humanly connected by common ground,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Beautifully opposite while strikingly alike,
loving each other in spite of our fights,
incessantly protected from all other influences,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings
A loss so sudden it halts all growth,
news so swift it chokes off all air.
Stay on the periphery & gaze away if you must,
those feelings may otherwise well.
So we wait & wait without really knowing.
Not much joy in the usual day,
the familiar look sideways beyond.
Never before felt so outside of it all,
as we beg for our champion to show.
Still waiting & waiting,
please walk through the door.
still waiting & waiting,
for him.
Growing older but aware of the real,
yet a man passes by and we turn.
A second look shows of course it's not him,
that drama played out long ago.
So we wait & wait without really knowing.
Is there anything sadder than a heartbeat not healed,
a heart still waiting to see,
Wasting time & youth & self awareness within,
deeply scarred but faking it well.
Still waiting & waiting,
please walk through the door.
Still waiting & waiting,
for him.
Still waiting & waiting,
please walk through the door.
still waiting & waiting...
we know.
Compelled forward
in the confidence of youth.
All in with intention,
all in with emotion,
all in with intuition,
simply all in.
Years clipping by as milestones fly,
singularity shelved
and roughly dispersed.
How to discern where you have gone.
Uneven layers scaled away
underneath a hint of who You were.
Undefined & vague without those You grew,
self care now viewed as self indulgence.
.
The search continues to find your place,
the yearning continues to stay in place,
the possibilities continue to expand our place,
we continue to hope there's space.
Support seems less, than when we began,
the self grows fluid as They evolve.
The hive so delicate with Others in tow,
looking for that something to draw you away.
Life simply complicated
and excluding at times,
now far removed yet loosely connected,
we reluctantly begin to release our grip.
The search continues to find your place,
the yearning continues to stay in place,
the possibilities continue to expand our place,
we continue to hope there's space.
Moving pointedly through time
compellingly pulled to a path of choice.
All the strings start tightening right into form,
the shape of this form is Yours alone.
Seeing Them now with clarity and awe,
give and take not always true.
Tough to look and see the flaw,
just human of course, but mirrored in You.
The search continues to find your place,
the yearning continues to stay in place,
the possibilities continue to expand our place,
we continue to hope there's space.
Shamefaced & bold, looking back at me,
speaking lies told forward I may not actually believe.
Poised & thoughtful, not a blink of past remorse,
an arduous exercise this trick of mind in force.
A cycle of deception, spinning it's mythical lore,
will reality begin to govern and wrest back control.
Shamefaced I am
but not without remorse.
Practicing self appraisal
as I venture forth.
Shamefaced I am
but looking at my core.
Seeing past reflections and
knowing I am more.
Make an appearance, holding fast & tight to fact,
filling that void with patience play & tact.
The exhaustion mounts to keep up the ruse,
Discordance displays limited forms of truth-
Startling myself right from my reverie
I step back from the mirror...absolved by me-
Scrubbed clean at last and reflected perfectly.
Shamefaced I am
but not without remorse.
Practicing self appraisal
as I venture forth.
Shamefaced I am
but looking at my core.
Seeing past reflections and
knowing I am more.
What is it to share a lifetime in short,
childhood passes in curved blurry lines.
Disharmony resides in youthful abundance,
where love sits, without notion or purpose.
There are very few others, who share in this bond
family love, bestowed tender & strong.
Experiencing the tribe, joined internally...
As true knowledge is ours from birth to beyond.
Grievances set aside, jokes & humour abound
reminiscing about childhood exploits surround.
Things only a chosen few know.
Now one of us is gone, prematurely ahead
and memories aren't holding the same.
As we age, and turn to lean on our kin
for testimony and proof from within.
It's like gasping for air on a swell of the sea
as we shift through our personal storms.
Oh how we miss your unique point of view,
we learned early on of your voice.
Notice given freely, whether wanted or not
likely ignored, but offense never taken.
We were The privileged to witness up close
Your genius your loyalty
your light from within.
You are loved,
you are missed.
And the older we get,
you are yearned for,
you are spoken of dearly.
Unique beyond measure,
loved beyond time.
This is for you,
our dear dear brother.
Such a rich & complicated connection,
we did not choose, but would never give up.
Shaking our heads at what One of us said
but defending them to the death because...
We are siblings.
First one to let you know you're an idiot,
first one to say you got this covered,
first one to show off your accomplishments,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Shared experiences from differing stations,
keeping each other in line with the threat.
Of telling mom while we mimic the same,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Intricately connected by birth,
positively connected by time,
humanly connected by common ground,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings.
Beautifully opposite while strikingly alike,
loving each other in spite of our fights,
incessantly protected from all other influences,
I Love You I Hate You I Love You So Much.
We are siblings
A loss so sudden it halts all growth,
news so swift it chokes off all air.
Stay on the periphery & gaze away if you must,
those feelings may otherwise well.
So we wait & wait without really knowing.
Not much joy in the usual day,
the familiar look sideways beyond.
Never before felt so outside of it all,
as we beg for our champion to show.
Still waiting & waiting,
please walk through the door.
still waiting & waiting,
for him.
Growing older but aware of the real,
yet a man passes by and we turn.
A second look shows of course it's not him,
that drama played out long ago.
So we wait & wait without really knowing.
Is there anything sadder than a heartbeat not healed,
a heart still waiting to see,
Wasting time & youth & self awareness within,
deeply scarred but faking it well.
Still waiting & waiting,
please walk through the door.
Still waiting & waiting,
for him.
Still waiting & waiting,
please walk through the door.
still waiting & waiting...
we know.
Compelled forward
in the confidence of youth.
All in with intention,
all in with emotion,
all in with intuition,
simply all in.
Years clipping by as milestones fly,
singularity shelved
and roughly dispersed.
How to discern where you have gone.
Uneven layers scaled away
underneath a hint of who You were.
Undefined & vague without those You grew,
self care now viewed as self indulgence.
.
The search continues to find your place,
the yearning continues to stay in place,
the possibilities continue to expand our place,
we continue to hope there's space.
Support seems less, than when we began,
the self grows fluid as They evolve.
The hive so delicate with Others in tow,
looking for that something to draw you away.
Life simply complicated
and excluding at times,
now far removed yet loosely connected,
we reluctantly begin to release our grip.
The search continues to find your place,
the yearning continues to stay in place,
the possibilities continue to expand our place,
we continue to hope there's space.
Moving pointedly through time
compellingly pulled to a path of choice.
All the strings start tightening right into form,
the shape of this form is Yours alone.
Seeing Them now with clarity and awe,
give and take not always true.
Tough to look and see the flaw,
just human of course, but mirrored in You.
The search continues to find your place,
the yearning continues to stay in place,
the possibilities continue to expand our place,
we continue to hope there's space.
I am a poet looking to shift my lyrics to song. My life experiences have provided the inspiration for my work, as well as what I have come across as a freelance photographer.
Freelance photographer
Poet/lyracist
