Desperation's Reach

Asking me to take your hand

Not even realizing you're already out of reach

Not wanting to hear a word I say

You're not in church you say so why preach

The words I cannot utter

Held captive by a heart that is weak

It seems only my life blood can escape

From that prison of thoughts with a leak

I don't know what more to do

To make you see the gulf we must bridge

If only you would respond with acceptance

Instead of quiet hardness and umbrage

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Hollow Living

Ecclesiastes chapter 1, verses 1 and 2

The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.

 Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.

That's what The Lord himself said

None of this is gonna matter once you wind up dead

Try to tell me all these fairy tales livin up inside your head

Make your pathway better but it's really mud in which you tread

I'm not bein negative I'm just quotin what I read

It's by our own devices to hell's doorway we are led

Voices around us all

All tellin us we livin good

Not that our living should be clean

Instead we'll just look through a hood

Tie die colored so we don't see

Your view is life misunderstood

Tellin me to make the best of it

Love them through their flaws

Don't you talk that moral code

Or apply those holy laws

You just might go an offend em

And expose the truth about their cause

It's self delusion called complacency

Leading them to deaths cold jaws

Voices around us all

All tellin us we livin good

Not that our living should be clean

Instead we'll just look through a hood

Tie die colored so we don't see

Your view is life misunderstood

I'm not saying that you can't relax

Or dress up lookin nice

Or compliment a situation

When things just roll like dice

Just keep in mind it's all a front

And you will realize

What truly matters that you do and say

Before you're put on ice

Voices around us all

All tellin us we livin good

Not that our living should be clean

Instead we'll just look through a hood

Tie die colored so we don't see

Your view is life misunderstood. 

Sputtering

Completely and utterly futile
My thoughts on where to begin
My life has come to a standstill
Those who say nay are thinking they win
I cannot find that avenue I seek
That channel I find lacking
The canal through which would sail
My craft with success packing
I have no place to point my aim
No finish line oer which to cross
And when I grab alongside hand
It turns into, yet again, a loss
Dawdling still I find my lot
Alone, no help in this plight
No soaring plans to take me up
Sans partner in yet untested flight

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