spudnik
05-31-2008, 12:33 AM
In admist rumbles and layers of distraction and confusion
trying not to be fake but equalling my peers
crying to love
to stand out in love
in humble love
among the layers of voices and sounds and techology
and things
things that distract and tear away
to cover and hold past emotions and true faces
where are the souls and spirits by which God has given us
to time the earth which he has created
it rumbles and flows and blows with exhaust and smoke
in a beauty that coexists with a tragedy
it paints a picture of desparation
without attempt at trying to uncover the mystery
and truth
I stand at a precipice of knowledge and success
of simplicity and hardship
of selfishness and humbleness
in this world where I was brought up to know myself with distractions
and music and media
and the red of lips and the shiny hair
with thick eyeliner and diet pills
with game show hosts that want money
and game show participants that need money
tears of joy at the thought of money
and magazines that offer solutions to heartache and stress
of which we cause on ourselves
how to make your skin beautiful
and how to paint your nails just right
why why why are these distractions before me
in front of me behind me and around me
I tread through heavy waters to break their boundaries
God gives me energy to withold
and be sustained in a world and life
which is unsustainable
breathless I cry out for simplicity in a world which builds complications
in the smoke and dirt and grass I see the simplicity
and feel the noise warming itself into my memories of understanding
building the blue skies of Juarez Mexico
thirsty for silence
and needing blue skies and stray dogs
so that I dont have to push to be with God
where is time
where is the life that is relative to wisdom
swirls of gray and black I seek deep relationships
and a world of joy that welcomes God
an illustrious light through which the world is viewed is but a moment built up on moments
upon moments
in which to make art to push through distraction
and are therefore able to find our souls.
trying not to be fake but equalling my peers
crying to love
to stand out in love
in humble love
among the layers of voices and sounds and techology
and things
things that distract and tear away
to cover and hold past emotions and true faces
where are the souls and spirits by which God has given us
to time the earth which he has created
it rumbles and flows and blows with exhaust and smoke
in a beauty that coexists with a tragedy
it paints a picture of desparation
without attempt at trying to uncover the mystery
and truth
I stand at a precipice of knowledge and success
of simplicity and hardship
of selfishness and humbleness
in this world where I was brought up to know myself with distractions
and music and media
and the red of lips and the shiny hair
with thick eyeliner and diet pills
with game show hosts that want money
and game show participants that need money
tears of joy at the thought of money
and magazines that offer solutions to heartache and stress
of which we cause on ourselves
how to make your skin beautiful
and how to paint your nails just right
why why why are these distractions before me
in front of me behind me and around me
I tread through heavy waters to break their boundaries
God gives me energy to withold
and be sustained in a world and life
which is unsustainable
breathless I cry out for simplicity in a world which builds complications
in the smoke and dirt and grass I see the simplicity
and feel the noise warming itself into my memories of understanding
building the blue skies of Juarez Mexico
thirsty for silence
and needing blue skies and stray dogs
so that I dont have to push to be with God
where is time
where is the life that is relative to wisdom
swirls of gray and black I seek deep relationships
and a world of joy that welcomes God
an illustrious light through which the world is viewed is but a moment built up on moments
upon moments
in which to make art to push through distraction
and are therefore able to find our souls.