Nickybrenzel

Thought's of us keeps up a kind of twighlight in my mind, filling it with a steady and perpetual serenity No need for lenghtly meditations on the past, at last, something new begins You understand what really matters, and desire to live pure and blameless In the sweetness of our friendship there is laughter, playfulness, understanding and all knowing The sharing of simple pleasures There are many places left untouched, undiscovered character deep within our souls yet to be explored You inspire me with love and are guided by knowledge I see unleashed immagination within you Your gentleness within is a real strength, it radiates from

Who can answer all the questions? Seems that some will never be answered When they carry me to a cemetry I want to be burried with a pocket full of clarity The mind such a funny thing at times Emotions run havoc tipping the scales Pulling me down, down Why oh why do I allow such things to control me? Why oh why do I allow people to rule me? To be free of such constraints of the mind To be clear, to be clear To stand sure footed, strong Searching for the meaning, always searching Truth stands proud, it boasts it's beautiful crown To live and walk in it is but the charge given Lines behind the lines Seasons within the mind

The soul weeps Desolation again, oh the pain How did this happen? Wicked twisted turn of events My mind is now bent Hollow Shallow I cry I scream, oh but for a dream Choices choices, they can make or break Crippled by previous iniquity No longer wanting the chains that bind My heart tries to find Love, what is love? Will I ever find that lingering soul entwined? Will I run and hide into the sanctuary of my pride?

Tip toe is that the hustlers glow?   Each day goes, each day goes Minds try, I bleed to cry to find the meaning behind much more than the lines Lines that fade that disappear Wilting withering feather wisps gone, gone Memory bubbles to touch they pop, gone gone 21st century howlers I see all around Where they are going is a mystery Whilst I stay still hoping to be true and kind to thy valiant design Idle talk, piercing sounds, systems chaos and wounds left bleeding The bleeding never stops Release, release fingers from my throat so that levitation to a safe haven becomes Shhhh! Is that the hustlers glow? Gone gone, each day goe