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Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory

Breezes of unsceduled joy
He blew beneath her skin
Reaching deep witihin
breathing warmth, affectionately.

He poured honey from the moon
and filled her dusk with light
Oh how He made lost shadows shine
 He  made rays filter through
soft as a candle light.
Oh how it lit her vacant room
and kindled in her night.

Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a jourmey
tripping with her memory

Like a young first love 
they danced so fervently
Like a young lost love
they parted unexpectedly

Their paths were not to meet again
beyond borders in between.
They've let their spuming stars
fade deep into the sea.

It could never be,just never be
Forbidden wants were pushed away
and so each  possibility.
Yet long lived thoughts, all wordlessly
as guarded dreams roamed silently.


Suddenlly He returned .,..
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory
keeps tripping with her memory
Always in her memory....


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016




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Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.

But, escape artists aren't artists at all.

When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend

Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.

Copyright © Lyndsay Dupont | Year Posted 2008

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This time Lord I'm coming home.
     Hungry, tired, all alone.
I feel the angels comfort me.
     This is where I want to be.
This time Lord I'm coming home.
     It's always been where I belong. 
I'll do the things I know I should,
     'Cause, this time Lord, I'm coming home for good.

How quickly all the years have passed.
It seems like yesterday.
My faith was slipping, fading fast,
And I just walked away.
In search of all the earthly things,
That somehow brought me joy.
I knocked and doors were opening,
Was just the devil's ploy.

My senses lived a blissful life,
With every turn I took.
I left my home, the kids and wife,
Without a second look.
I prayed for good times every night
A new world to explore.
I heard a voice, say, "It's alright."
And then I lost some more.

I drank my way to happiness.
Gave barroom crowds a show.
Was in some woman's sweet caress,
Whenever I would go.
The morning light fell down on me,
A dull consuming weight.
That took away the memory 
Of heaven's pearly gate.

Had nothing left, I lost it all.
Was well on my way down.
I swam in tears and alcohol,
Until I thought I'd drown.
Was contemplating suicide.
Had nowhere else to go.
That's when I heard the voice inside...
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO!!

This time Lord I'm coming home.
     Hungry, tired, all alone.
I feel the angels comfort me.
     This is where I want to be.
This time Lord I'm coming home.
     It's always been where I belong.
I'll do the things I know I should.
     'Cause, this time Lord, I'm coming home for good.


Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014




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She told it this way.....

He said...San Francisco......
Then up to Mendocino
I said...can I go
He said...I guess you can

'Cause, long since Albuquerque
That's when he first hurt me
My heart's dying to divert me
To the promised land

And...oh, the nights are long
When you're playing tag along
And this old heartache..hanging on
Is getting out of hand

'Wish he would turn this car around
California...feels like shaky ground, 
Why is it always one more town
To the promised land

Silence speaks behind the wheel
A change of plans....to Bakersfield
Where Merle Haggard got the feel
Of the lonesome legend man

"Can't say I'm having fun
In this California sun
But,I'm praying for another run
To the promised land

And...oh, the days are cold
When empty's all you've got to hold
And chase love down another road
'So hard to understand

This oak just ain't gonna bend
Maybe, as the story ends
I'll catch another poet's pen
To the promised land



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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2014

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No More

No more;
Lies
Pain
Suffering
Cowardliness
For they break ones spirit

No more;
Violence
Murder
Stealing
Killing
For it makes the world a cold place to stay

No more;
Hiding
Running away
Face your challenges with courage

No more of the less you have
Know that you can grow as long as your roots are deep into the soil
Know that life holds more when you seem empty handed
Have hope and you'll wake through the challenges that lie in front of you

Copyright © ENOCK SANG | Year Posted 2015

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There's a quiet secret place
Waiting...just for me....
A place where I can close my eyes
And get a glimpse of eternity

Oh sweet destination....
Lord, you're all I need and more
You always make my heart......
Wanna soar

Fly me...toward the light
On wings of love...to higher heights
Fly me...to your heart and soul
Fly me, past the universe...
To the heavenlies, to the harmony
To where your praise is flowing...endlessly
Fly me

Life can be a struggle
But It hasn't been in vain
'Cause Lord, you carry me away
From the worry and the pain

And Jesus, I'll stand ready
When you whisper....It is done
I know my final prayer....
Will be this one...

Fly me...toward the light
On wings of love...to higher heights
Fly me...to your heart and soul
Fly me, past the universe...
To the heavenlies, to the harmony
To where your praise is flowing...endlessly
Fly me

Savior, friend...you always hear my cry
Blow sweet Spirit wind...so I can fly
I Can Fly.....

Fly me toward the light.........



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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2018

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 Living aint easy and dying aint hard
 There'll be bumps in the road so be on guard
 Don't worry how long the journey will be
 Just keep on moving, there's plenty to see

 If your heart gets broken along the way
 That's just part of the ride
 You'll find love another day
 So set all your tears aside

 It's okay to get caught in the rain
 It's okay if you have sorrow and pain
 But don't dwell on those sad refrains
 Laughter will come your way again

 Living aint easy and dying aint hard
 There'll be bumps in the road so be on guard
 Don't worry how long the journey will be
 Just keep on moving, there's plenty to see
                             -
 12-6-17

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you through the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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God Bless The Child
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


God bless the child that see’s no evil
The child that digs within his soul
To survive unpleasing
With pain never easing; just teasing

God bless the child that clashes with the Titans
The child fighting for existence
Steady fighting relentless
Relentlessly, 
Fighting the struggle
For what he believe is nothing
But he’s a child of god
So he’s blessed to be a front man

God bless the child that know not nothing
The child that comes to realize
That help’s not coming
Wondering the streets without a clue
Of what to do
Ignorance is all surrounding
Grief is all around them
Without any signs of peace

God bless the child that you conceive
Give them life
Give the strength
Let them find happiness in a world
Running thin on peace
May God bless
All his wonderful children.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town at your beck and call.

Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when Summer’s done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder
How you came so far, but have no love at all.

Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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O, dreamed of home—a bench to rest my feet,
a warm and feathered coat to keep out cold
O, dreamed of feast--spread with too much to eat.
Emanuel, why did I forget my way?

Oh, imaginary friend who talked to me
please, forgive me for ever doubting you.
I never dreamed I’d end up lost and all alone,
wondering whether there’d be someone for me to love.

Oh my friend
speak to me.
Save me from 
doubts and  fears.
Liven up
the endless quiet hours.
Walk along 
my lonely trail.
Help me 
on this endless search.

Is it something that I did
to bring the dark and cold onto me? 

Where did we go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

Why did I forget my way?
Do you even hear my call?
Do you even hear my voice?
I can no longer hide behind my tears.

Emanuel, why did I ever lose my home?
Will I always wonder whether if there’ll be someone for me to love?
Your comfort always felt so warm and good to me
Where did I go wrong to be so lost and alone?

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

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I was born in the nineties
Where my mother used to sing melodies
of her music so sweet to hear
of her voice which stole my fear.

I was born in the nineties
Where my sister used to read fantasies
of her imagination so amusing
that her heart would stop beating.

I was born in the nineties
Where my brother used to play in balconies
his laughter so loud and audible
And his caress makes me comfortable.

I was born in the nineties
Where my father used to tell stories
of his experience with his best-friend
that his smile would have no end.

I was born in the nineties
A time where I watch cartoons and movies
New one's came and all are gone,
Just like life when time is done.

Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015

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Like a nomad trespassing woodland's edge, I rip moonbeams apart ; drain the pulp of my marrow , shapeless— wandering along tracks of old interludes in mid Autumn's light. And as the elixir of a world dilutes flawed refrains through a self-alienation endured; a pounding gust turns midnight into a wayward trance. I was so close to the rhythm of myself, this navel unbuttoned and numb by aimless wanderings still, still...I took absence of me; again. 11/13/2015 The Journey Begins Matt Calliri's Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
You'll get through this mess either way
When you look back your be laughing
Looking forward to face a new day
Don't dwell on all of your failures
Remember the good old days
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
That melts all the pain away








There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
I can see it shining so bright
It’s drawing me closer and closer
I’m filled with awe and delight
I see some smiling faces
Don’t worry, they all shout
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
And your gonna work it all out








Don’t sit there thinking about it
You won’t get anything done
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
The next day gonna be fun
Don’t make anything of it
Just take life as it comes
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
Your be shining like the sun







© Copyright KC.Leake
11th May 2015
All Rights Reserved



Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2015

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      COCOON
I do appreciate that you are here
but one day soon I know you'll disappear
into the mist
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me
but nothing's really what it seems to be,
it's just a dream
that flies on butterfly wings.

It's not that I don't care, you know I do
and you can feel it, when I think of you
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

White light.
All my life a bright light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I will go on my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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He broke into music
When he was just a kid
They sentenced him to trouble
For dancing like he did

How was he supposed to know
He'd sing Jailhouse Rock
When the boy hit the 50's
He stopped the clock

He rolled into Shreveport
In Louisiana Hay
Destination Vegas
Where stars were known to play

Girls got all shook up
When those hips began to sway
He was stealing hearts
And giving Cadillacs away

He was Guilty....
of Rock and Roll
He did time in Memphis
Down in Sun Studio
Check out the halls of Graceland
Where he stashed that solid gold
He was Guilty.....
Of Rock and Roll

His Rock and Roll crown sparkled
With Gold jump suits and capes
He had the girls all screaming
From the worlds center stage

He was Guilty......
Of Rock and Roll.....

If it's a sin to Rock
Who's gonna cast a Rolling stone
We're all guilty.......
Of Rock and roll!




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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2015

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You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.

Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2013

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Another day gone
I come home
And see you standing there

Arms open wide
You hold me like
I've been away for years

Moon light glow
First thing I know
your touch takes me away

Love so sweet
Leading me
Right through heaven's gates

It's out of this world
What you do to me
Angels like you
Are few and far between

No one else on earth
Loves me like you girl
Your rush is out of this world



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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2015

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Come 
Come
Come
my hands are cold,
my feet are numb,
I’ve been waiting for you to come.

Listen to the rhythmic sound of the drum,
it is summoning you to come,
come and minster to my blazing soul,
and help me achieve my dancing goal.

Leap beyond the shadows of death,
and purge me with your mystical breath,
tear off my sleepless gown,
and cool me down with your powerful sound.

Follow the sound of the drums and come,
If you don’t come I will be undone,
thousands of them surround the gate,
come before it's too late.

Moan
groan
wiggle and scream,
entrance me in your solitary dreams.
pull out your dangling whistle
stretch my body,
breath upon my throbbing flesh,
and captivate me in your powerful net.

Release your knob and come,
shoot me with your inflated gun,
I have waited for this eternal bliss,
but something stands amiss.

©2013 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2013

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I'm underneath the moonlight,
Alone with my thoughts tonight,
Thinking about those wrongs and rights,
Thinking about black and white.

I've known both love and lust;
I've seen both hate and trust.
Some want to hide what truly was;
That's what desire did to us.

As we were like lambs to the slaughter,
Blood was dumped in the water.
How could we be forgiven,
By the heart of our Heavenly Father?



©2014 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2014

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Don’t say it’s all over (cause it’s not)
“Sorry” won’t cover it…so don’t go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness 
Oh baby…don’t listen to the commotion…I’m done taking cover (it’s all for naught)
I’m plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I’m plummeting in my nightmare’s abyss

I want to carry you through the night… 
I’m swimming in the ocean of my tears… 
My sodden wings lost its ability of flight…
You've been swimming in your distress for years… 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

I want to remind you to fight the good fight…
My misery pools are brewing inside of my head…
I’m backing away from the light & exploring the night… 
You’re giving in to sleep and I’m wide awake on my bed 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

Please don’t tell me…oh, don’t tell me…darling!
You’re giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) 
I’m scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling!
Someday, things will change for the better… (Don’t turn the wrong lane)
I’m waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay…

I promise you a tranquil reality 
I want to stray with you tonight 
I still have hope that He’ll set us free
I was wondering if you could stay the night
Maybe the Lord could grant us 
Pure, incredible delight 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to gather…

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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Dwelling in them, a soft hearted soul
Love plated but pain on its core
Moss covered mountains to cross
Full of merciless piercing stones

Mind invested into a battle of memories
Battle with horrible images of courses in diaries

Both ends candles are burnt
To light the way through the six hills of torment

Flooding down cheeks are tears
Shaking rough hands of lamenting songs

Injecting the venom of fear into the spirits
Made to be passed, though hurting beyond limits

Journey of a medical student
Like a terrifying flood to expose the hidden gold

Copyright © Kuleza John Lembi | Year Posted 2017

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On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2012

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My pride feels like chains on the inside
And it's keeping me from living free

My mind is playing tricks on me 
I don't know what to believe. 
I know I'm free Jesus 
Already died for me on Calvary. 

Still I travel like I'm trapped in captivity
I'm only interested in me and what I need. 
No matter how much I hurt my family, 
I can't see where I'm going walking blind. 

My pride is a mind trap with a firm grasp 
It's following a path like a road map. 
I can't succeed in life doing it all my way. 
I'm walking in the dark, 
When I let my pride lead the way.

Always trying to do everything my way  
I'd rather be lost and confused, 
Than be at peace being led by your truth. 
My thought process needs to transform 
Like a stage when you change the platform.

My pride has a grip on me,
Pride has a grip on me 

I'm going through a heart exchange 
I pray my old habits 
Don't return like a boomerang.
Am I so full of pride, that 
The only thing that really matters 
Is what's on my mind? 

I hate this feeling I have on the inside 
My head is so full of lies, call me Mega Mind 
All it does is feed off lies like a life line.
 
I'm going in a direction that will only fail, 
I can't continue on this trail.
If I do then I'll fail like 
trying to fly a kite in the hail. 
Pride has me behind bars like a jail cell and
I can barely take pain can you tell?

I have nothing to gain, 
No matter how hard I try to clean the stain 
The pain still remains the same. 
I'm fighting a battle that has a painful punch 
Like when you eat too much food for lunch 
God I want you alone at the center 
Of my soul in absolute control 

My pride feels like chains on the inside
And it's keeping me from living free
My pride has a grip on me,
Pride has a grip on me 

Copyright © Rich Rogers | Year Posted 2016

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“F Bomb”
By Nate Spears

I got the heart of a man name Malcolm
The visions of Martin Luther
The tongue of Emmett Till
The brains of Medgar Evers

Can I get a window seat
Away from defeat
Can I get park for the kids to play
Next to the spot
Where Rosa refused her seat

Langston in my pen
Proud, young, and free
Handsome and intelligent
The government targets me
First,
In a second
My history is a blessing
The court system in racist
Society shows the traces.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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Is this life just a hidden message?
As I pound these streets, I wonder
As I crawl these walls, I ponder
You left on a cryptic message

Never to return, yet your still out there
Oh so many times, far too many crimes
Gone for good, just like the winter air
You might be missed, as people continue to stare


It’s all in your head now
Just let it go, just let it go


Watching three women pass by, life on the their backs
Where will they go?
All still young, frail and faces full of cracks
On they move, turn and all so low

Watching the people, crowds begin to sway
Analysing their thoughts, following a long day
What’s in store when they get home?
Lost in thought, onwards I roam


It’s all in your head now
Just let it go, just let it go
It was a long time ago
Now go with the flow


                                                                            © Shane Cogan, 2013

Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2013

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Lust of the flesh is sin.
Sin is lust of the flesh.
Try repeating this one once.
What word was miss-pronounced?
Hearing is believing.
With fellowship and greeting.
Duffing our sacred billow caps.
To gifts of public speaking.
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved, believed, we sing along in upright sincerity.
Our covetousness protects our purity.
Let the bongo and snare drums play.
Till bandaged skins wear all away.
Don't nod the other way.
There is no other way.
No need to even quiz-it.
As I plot out my exit.
An out.
Knowing to pretend.
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved, believed, we sing along in upright sincerity.
Our covetousness protects our purity.
Outside Shara parks.
Eagerly I mount her.
Oh, How I still love her.
Her long-sleeved pointed ears.
On four legs she steers.
A steady course, slightly up hill.
Away from the Sunday fast-lane.
I so much disdain.  Such pagans.
Away some distance, her peg hoofs clear.
Where no-ones ears can hear.
My boisterous thoughts giggle.
Off Shara's back I wiggle.
"I'll partake your cookies."
" If you embrace my poem."
"How I disdain begging."
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved, believed, we sing along in upright sincerity.
Our Covetousness protects our purity.
I re-mount Shara, looking back.
My eyes see cautious female flirts.
All dressed up in pilgrim skirts.
Watch them nod, Godly men,
Way, way up the tall steeple.
To mount our lightning-rods.
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved, believed, we sing along in upright sincerity.
Our covetousness protects our purity.
A couple A' blocks A' yonder.
My eyes see a ghastly host.
Unshaven Greeks N' Romans,
Unwilling to yield their posts.
"Howdy", I babble.
" Would you like a poem, or almanac, or Bible?"
"To embrace".
" Not really," They stubbornly reply.
"If we encounter ill will."
"We'll visit Dr. Phil."
"His pill helps us feel better."
As they march unforgiven letters.
To grave sites.
Where they'll recite.
To dead folks.
That didn't treat them right.
" I see," I gently mutter.
Why renounce their sorry fate?
By now it seems too late.
Before I get away tho.
They bark back.
With tongues N' cheeks.
" Hand over your donkey"
" Else we'll call you a honky."
"We will."
I capitulate the leash.
No will.
Before I walk a step.
My eyes see,
Thru my yellow blind fold blanket,
Covering my snow white pirates patch.
The real world.
A world on no conscience.
Our conscience being.
Of Jesus :  Our loving savior.
Or Satan : The claw plucking-up vulture.

Copyright © Oliver Krier | Year Posted 2014

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Gazing at my reflection each morn
I ask myself “Who is this I see?
Is this ME that was once born?
Or only the face of childhood past,

This likeness of an image worn
Through years of teenage angst
Of manhood severely scorned
Or a memory destined not to last.

As light reaches my mind’s eye
I question “Who is this that I see?
Is this MYSELF that dwells inside
A future guide of trials yet endured,

On which my present me must rely
The keeper of life’s nonstop journey
Of faith’s timeless unseen evidence
A reservoir of hope yet restored.

And finding few answers to my quest
I ask “Who then is this that I see?
Is this I the one whom I know best
Through years of lessons learned,

Suffering’s constant enduring test
Or time’s hidden spirit deep within
Or God’s creation once again begot
A rebirth I've long to see returned.

© Eugene Harvey

Copyright © Eugene Harvey | Year Posted 2013

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So many days
All passed in a blur
With all my thoughts
Focused all on her

It was no way to live
Trapped within the past
But now today
I can say at last

I'm sorry for
Everything I put you through
But you put me through things too

And I don't owe you anything
What's done is truly done
We hurt each other so many times
But it's time to run

Those days were nice
Back when you still cared
I really did
But I was really scared

It's been a year
Since you killed our hope
I suffered all these days
Tangled in your rope

I'm sorry for
Everything I put you through
But you were just as bad

And I don't owe you anything
What's done is truly done
We hurt each other so many times
But now it's time to run and

I spent a whole year trying
To sort out what you left
And now I've finally got it
You didn't leave me so bereft

You helped me find
The man beneath the boy
You helped me grow
And learn how to destroy

Apologies
Don't mean a thing anymore
You've already made your choice

So I don't owe you anything
I'm glad it's finally done
A year of atonement ends today
The time has finally run

Out, the sands of time caress
My face as clouds give way to rain
We're even now and now I can walk
Without my heart in pain

Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2013

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It's time we had a conversation;
Yes, meaning just you and me.
We've both given into temptation; 
And neither knowing how to be.

It's like you see me and you don't;
Then we fight a losing battle.
Yes, we will and no we won't; 
I could hold you, and say that you matter.

I'd do that, yet with who?
I should wait though I hate to pretend.
I've seen your eyes what's only true;
What you give I can't have until when?

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013