Forever and a day

Too little too late and not enough

Sometimes I get down on my knees

And ask myself, what was I thinking

To let you slip away from me

You were there for me

When I'd scrape my knees

Always others there to please

I never had the time

To show I loved you

Or the ones who cared for me

I'm coming home, my way

Now I know the things I need to say

Don't turn me away

Whatever price, I will pay

I'll love you

Forever and a day

(J.A.R.)

Kotoba

Words...what the hell are they? Teaching a language, has made reanalyze something I'd rarely questioned. Do we ever truly understand one another through written or spoken language? Words and their meanings are limited and can never fully express the content of what we try to convey. We live by these representations of ideas, things and emotions. We live in a world of words and in many different languages. Can a true representation of anything be expressed in this form of communication? Language is truly amazing, its only value comes from the interpretations of your mind. It's probably the most powerful thing, besides your soul, that doesn't really exist in a physical sense. My dad used to say to me when I'd promise to do something, "don't tell me, show me". One action is worth all the blab in the world. So what value does that leave this blog?

Wish you were here

So you think you can tell

Heaven from hell

Blue Skies from pain

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail

A smile from a veil

So you think you can tell

Did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts

Hot ashes for trees

Hot air for a cool breeze

Cold comfort for change

Did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage

How I wish

How I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year

Running over the same old ground

What have we found

The same old fears

Wish you were here

(R.W.)

Human Relations

It's crazy when I think about all the people I've known in my life. All we've shared were moments in time. And all that's left are memories. Each moment was a valuable opportunity to create something wonderful. What does it take to be always aware of this? How do I stay "awake"? Something, keeps me in the dark. I have to let go and trust. I have all the answers, but can't use them.

Spiral Out

I feel like life is a circle of experiences, almost always coming back around to a familiar feeling. But now I realize that with the proper push, it can spiral, moving outwards, out of the SOS. I believe this is the way to growth. Or perhaps it's just a metaphor, useful only to myself. Thanks, 'TOOL'-"Lateralus".