Free Flow Sucka.

This wasn't planned. I haven't editted or even thought of what I'm about to write. It's all going from my head to my keyboard to you. Don't laugh.

As the shirt hang in my closet
They always grow older
Fashions fade away 
But all the shirts still hang there 
Some haven't been worn for years and years
Holding some dear and will not be thrown into a pile of give aways
It makes me think of the memories I have
Most hold pain and ditress 
My brain won't let them go
They help form the path I walk each day
The pain of before helps keep the smile there
I won't repeat the same lesson more than 100 times
Eventually the point will be taken
And the shirt will be hung up 
It won't be thrown 
It will be remembered
 
Look past the mistakes here. I will not fix them, but hopefully you get a meaning from this.

Back again... After a couple weeks break.

My ship is sailing on an ocean of fear
Pushed along by the winds of anxiety 
I don't know where I'm going
But I know that life is taking me there
Sharks swim beneath my bow
Hungry to bite into my soft flesh
They are only demons imagined by me
But the pain they cause is so real 
The way to the final resting place is dangerous 
Filled with nightmares from my own hand
And they feast on my doubting mind 
I will prevail though 
When I set foot on these distant shores
I may be bloody and worn 
But not defeated
I will not lay down in submition 
To something that was not created by God
These demons are my own 
But I'll fight them with my Father
My FATHER 

No Point Really..

Today, I'm just going to lay back and let the writing figure out where to go.

So I sit here with nothing put paper and words
No direction or space to occupy 
Sometimes I get lost on this magical journey
And end up in place that I don't recognize as my own
It's all part of the life experience
To feel the sun on my back
With the wind smelling something like adventure
I don't know where I'm going
These two feet of mine and my head seem to know the way
Somehow I'll find myself some place that feels like home
In a field with the one I love
And the stars above to tell me that I still can find the way
I don't know where I'm going and
Frankly I don't care

Funny after the thought at the beginning this writing took place. I guess this works. See you next post faithful, lonely blog.