Jayden Casey, 18 february 2012
My Miss,
What is this? Have you fallen? I'm here for you, that's the truth.
Familiar face? May have before? I'm a drifter, a heart-warm drifter.
Do you need care? Does it hurt there? If it's your heart, I'll give it my best
Forever you say? Am I red? If you say yes, I'll say too.
How long will? Will I stay? As long as you need, forever the least.
Where will I? Will I stay? In a warm red house, kept warm; your heart.
Will we part? No for my leave? As I've said before, forever on end.
A thank you? A thank you? I refuse for I thank you...
Your warmth and kind
Your smile and laugh
Your eyes and grace
Your being and mind
You make me stay
You make me strong
You make me weak
You make me whole
Jayden Casey, 18 february 2012
As we're forgetting December
or of what we remember
a cold heart with cold hands
with the 'what ifs' and 'ands'
a place where we hide
where the sunlight has died
a place to break fall
broken mind and all
As we've passed by December
with all your surrender
a warm sun with hot heat
with no way to cheat
a place to escape
carefree with no hate
a place to take all
with no number to call
Back through a December
with barely an ember
through good times and bad
before it turned sad
aware of rewaking
fearing and shaking
where to be hurt
face down in the dirt
when she's holding you tight
when you think it's okay
when everything's safe
until you look away
when everything's fine
when they've gone and away
when you've finished your eigth
when you look away
Yeah, remember when December was... when?
Jayden Casey, 18 february 2012
As we enter in to the Valley, we begin to isolate
ourselves, confining the thought of, that no matter what is
to come it is inevitable; Death, the ending of the
constructed physicical form is no longer able to continuously
remain physically, however, living is determined by the
soul of existance, how? In a parallel that we can
no longer see, hidden by the shadow of ignorance to keep
the blind, blind, with the instict of inevitable feelings to come
to an end and let fear become an omniscent predecessor,
by residing over and ruling thought, of both the
mental and physical outlooks, believing that the imposible is
truly what it is, but in turn the truth is that
we are given satisfaction by justification through our own
judgement to determine that of what is, and is not
eliminating out pre-determined desity.
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