Phoenix-Borealis

Sink or swim, It's not a choice between hood and bad. It's just a choice. Some make their living At the bottom of the sea. And whatever weighs them down And whatever lifts them up Is all life. And whatever weighs me down And whatever lifts me up, Sink or swim, Is where life is. It is as I rest, A good place to live.

This is based on a dream I had during a really stressful time of my life. All grammar is intentional intentional. Please. Take these lizards out of my ears. They hurt so much. And I can't get them out on my own. They are blocking out the world. And I can't get a grip on them. Please. They ate eating my mind. All I can hear is them. They made there home Where love used to come in. And I can't hear you anymore. Please. Get these monsters out. I let them in. But I didn't know what they. Would do. Please help me hear your love. Again.

I'm sorry for your broken body. If I could give you my soul To glue you back together, Believe me I would. Can I break my soul for you anyway? Will you accept this piece To glue you to heaven? That's the only place you van go. So am I asking to take you there, Or am I asking for forgiveness? Bluebird, I am sorry for your broken body. If you would take this piece of me with you To heaven please do. I know it is a heavy load to carry, But I promise I'll carry your broken body here If you tell God I'm sorry or not.

So you say you've been alone. So have I. So you say you miss the feeling of being loved like that. So do I. And you wish your love was felt. And I wish the same. I'm right here.

I want to be Tripping over sharks. The sand between my toes Would be the least of my worries As I try not to get bitten on the ankles By their bright, happy faces. I want to be Tripping over sharks. On a calm and breezy day, I feel a ruffle in my hair And a rather rude tail slap. I want to be Tripping over sharks with you. We'll roll around in the waves, Cheating death And chasing possibilities.

I love the way you look When you can't look away. Eyes burn with passion and concentration and a purposeful joy I otherwise Do not ever see. And your silence is golden. And your mind is full of Clarity And vision I can almost see it for myself. I love the way you look When you can't look away. When I hear the little sounds of a life being lived and led by desire When you love what you do I can't look away.

I heard you fly through at night. Creating the storm. Why are you not free?