Rooted in love,
My gaze is fixed on you
And my arms are stretched out still.
He doesn't need an idol
Worshiping the air that
Carries thoughts and images
Uninvited to the center of this home.
The head is the source of direction
And so it leads the way,
But home is where the heart is.
And you have my heart.
I'm torn, I'm torn
Disected, torn apart
The body must be whole
While the eye is single to Love
Rooted deep in mystery
Revealed only in truth
And so I nearly drown
Trying to soak up the evidence
As it presents itself.
But, stop! I see a photo
That reveals a smile
I thought was gone
The trick is to keep
It is smiling like the sun
So I must not displease.
3 comments:
I didn't do it, sorry. My idea was that words can actually be the music, not the song they sing, but words themself can be stringed together with no intent to say anything, but create a feeling, not through their meaning, that can happen after I first master using the sounds of words.
I actually spent hours in a practiceroom at Ole Mis trying to measure and note different combinations of notes and the sound thusemotion they produced,. Thenm Boom! on Wii Music there was a game that asked which song had a natchingsentiment to a phrasem Brooksie is particularly good at this, so I asked her how she knew, She said that mminor things just sound more serious. John Cusak summed it up nicely when hecalled young children Buhdas.
It is at a young age that children recognize everything as true then they learn to be like everyone else and doubt and are skeptical and eventually become "know-it-alls".
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