Skype Hug

Skype Hug - Written 2012. Dedicated to Matthew and Maja Rellaford, my brother and his fiance. We wrote this hip-hop song for them.

It seems like years ago
and yesterday
When we were meant to be
in Hungary
You stole my heart like
a Gypsy Queen.
You had beauty like
I had never seen
You make me feel like
a Russian King
so I'll take the time
to stop and sing.

And so I'll give you a skype hug
Because I can't live without your love.
With every Skype picture,
my heart's a Skype mixture.
A Skype kiss goodbye
and I'll say goodnight.

On the days when I
feel down.
I know with you I'll
feel found.
A hundred of your
soft whispers
Will feel softer than
a cat's whiskers
Our 3 days together will
last forever. . . .



Bridge:
The birds and the bees
I'm weak in the knees
Ever since we met I've been looking for a reason
I'm feeling the sickness of every season . . .

Christmas Day

Christmas Day - Written Christmastime 2011 (song in the works)

It' Christmas Day
and I wake again
to ponder on
the son of man.
The day we celebrate
at last
to praise the babe
born in the past.
He came to earth
so long ago
to take my pain
and heal my sin.
I take the time
to stop again
and offer up
a prayer of thanks.

So I rejoice in the day
that Christ was born to say
Come follow me
so you can see
that I love thee
so you can perfect be.

Another day

Another day - Written 2012

Another day has come again
to pass away
The sun  has come again
to give a ray
The grass is green again
to make my day
The sky is blue again
we want to play.
We frolic in the grass again
and under clouds we lay.
In all our fun we've had again
it makes me want to say
The winter's gone again
to make way for May
To all our friends we see again,
we stop to say hey!
The summer is here again,
and that is okay!
So let's go to swim again
in the pretty bay.

You Complete me

You Complete Me - Written 2012

I made another mistake
the pain you couldn't take
you walked away
before I could say

You make my day
you make the rain go away
You complete me
You are the sea
You have my heart
like a piece of art
You're like a dove
you are my love.

Hero

Hero - Written Summer 2011

What are these visions in my head?
What are these dreams with shades of red?
What is to be my destiny?
What is to come? I can't foresee.

I choose to be a hero
I choose to conquer fear, ohhh!
I choose to be a man
doing all I can
Cause when the world stands still
I will fight until, the end

Some live life a normal citizen
Some choose to make a difference
Some live life in constant fear
and others overcome with the power of will.

Writing this song

Writing this song - Written Senior year

And I'm writing this song
about singing your heart out day after day
are you coming along?
or Am I writing this song all in vain?

Fame

Fame (Rap) - Written 2011, I think.

As a kid I always wanted fame
I dreamed about it every night and day
but it turned out to be all in vain
Cause I never got it, so I lost the game

When middle school came around again
I was back in the game, I was trying again
I was finding myself, finding who I'd be
but then it eventually occurred to me,

Fame is just a lonely game
Everyone wants it
so we're all the same
We're still fighting for a luxurious thing
But why do we do it,
if it's not worth anything.

 In High School I had the spotlight
And maybe it blurred my sight
But fame didn't matter much
because I didn't need it as such,

but I learned something more important
that no one can say you can't
For we choose who we are
and when we do, we will go far,
because

Fame is just a lonely game
Everyone wants it
so we're all the same
We're still fighting for a luxurious thing
But why do we do it,
if it's not worth anything.

People really want to see
Who you can be
so believe in yourself
and get yourself off the shelf

Just be yourself, be who you are
Fame and glory only take you so far
because it's your everyday side
that will change the tide, because

Proud of Me

Proud of Me (Song) - Started in Summer of 2011, just finished it.

All my life I've wanted something
It's part of me that no one knows.
I've tried so hard to be that something
But still, it never seems to show

It's what I've been trying to make you see,
I just want you to be proud of me!

All I've known is waiting for you
and giving my infinity.
I want so much for you to love me
and see the man I'm trying to be.

It's what I've been trying to make you see
I just want you to be proud of me
I'm trying always to swim the sea
so you'll be proud of who I'll be.
I'm doing my best to find the key
I just want you to be proud of me.

Please, look and see
open your eyes at me
to see who I'm trying to be
So you can know that it's me
Please look into my heart
come see that you are part
my soul is a piece of art
and I want you to see my heart.

but you already know. . .
It was you that sowed the seed that is me
I'm sorry that you need to show
that you know so that I will see.

It's what I've been trying to see
I just want you to be proud of me
I'm trying always to swim the sea
So you'll be proud of who I'll be
I'm doing my best to find the key
I just want you to be proud of me.

but you already are.

One day I'll look in your eyes
and you'll say, my son, well done.
and I will finally know
that you are proud of me . . .

It's times . . .

It's times like these that really make me think
How powerful is love?
How powerful is friendship?
What can't we accomplish when we work together?

Hope: The Life Force

Hope: The Life Force - Written: January 2011

I think hope is the strongest thing

in the heart of man

I think that hope is the purpose 

and reason of life.

Hope is what gives us reason to believe

that we can be saved.

Hope is the strength that keeps 

the soul alive.

Losing Battle

Losing Battle - Written Junior Year

I'm fighting a losing battle
Every day seems like a hassle
My heart is lost and driven like cattle
I feel that to pain I'm a vassal.

I'll get through the day.

 I'll get through

Sometimes I feel like I won't make it through the day
But it seems so often that I feel this way
Then tomorrow will come and I'll say
I  don't think I'll make it through the day

But every morning I wake, and I'm okay
Every day I look and I'm happy as May
So I really should decide to wake and say
I can easily make it through today.

Sorry I have been so behind. Here goes the update: Wedge

Wedge - Written Spring 2010

I see no fear

there is only anger.

I see the break 

coming in between us.

I feel no hate,

only length between us.

I am the wrong 

but I'm running from it.

We can't get back 

to the way it once way

I try to fix

the tension between us.

These are the thoughts of my heart

I was just thinking that I really like the title of my blog, because it really explains my blog perfectly. Everything that I write is in effect a thought that comes not from my brain, but from my heart. All these poems come straight from the feelings that I experience every day. That is why this blog works so well for me. Though I don't have that much to say, I feel like once in a while my heart is ready to go spill itself on a page some more. Well, I hope anyone reading this likes the poems, because that is about as good as it gets.

She is the reason. . .

She is the reason. . . Written 2007 - 2008 (Freshman Year)

She is the reason I live
and can't with out her.

She is the reason I breath,
but can't breath.

She is the reason I feel happiness,
but why I feel pain.

She is the reason I feel strong
but the reason i feel weak.

The is the reason I love,
but won't besides her.

She is all I need
and all I want.

She is my angel in disguise.

My Angel

My Angel - Written 2007-2008 (Freshman Year)

More beautiful than the sun

She is, my only one

Eyes that sparkle like the stars

they seem to send me to Mars.

A face more gorgeous than the spring

And always makes me want to sing

 Her voice sound like rain

and sweeter than any candy cane

Her laugh melts my heart

and always makes me start

Her smile is like a flower

and then I realize, I have no power.

When she is in pain

it drives me insane

unknown her name will remain

she is -- My angel.

My Angel

You

You - Written 2007-2008

I look at you

You stare right through

into my heart,

of which you are part.

You are my day and night

and you give me strength to win the fight

You give me new wings of lfight

and you expand my sight.

You fuel my might

and help me choose the right.

I Hear America Singing

I Hear America Singing - Written 3/30/09

How blessed we are 

to be able to go, not far.

to get anything we want or need. 

and not far at all to feed.

We live in a country free

where everyone's rights can be seen.

Where speech is unimpaired 

and enslaving is always ne'er

Where song and rhyme 

are free to be sung

by all the people

in the land to come.

Where family is

and family goes

It's not a land of kingdom

but a land of freedom.

The Death of a Hired Man

The Death of a Hired Man - Written 5/12/09

I could have been
What I should have been
Just once to call
a friend to call.
Only myself I thought of
What made me above
Without the shame of the sun
The things I could've done
Why didn't I think?
No, not even a wink.
Such an idiot I was.
And I will have to pay for it cause
One day we all pay.
and what will I say?

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Written 5/12/09

With School
You cannot stop
With homework
you cannot falter
with study
you cannot give up
With living
You cannot forget
With pain
You must put aside
With hate
You must always forgive
With family
You must always be home
With friends and family
nothing you do is ever enough.
No matter how hard you work or try
You are never good enough.

Mending Wall

Mending Wall - Written Sophomore Year

What do I do to keep them out?
I close the door, build the wall.
Close my eyes, scream my lungs out.
Sing, play, build, think, forget, upset.
What do I do to bring them in?
Bring them inside, compliment their eyes.
Notice them, treat them kind, don't forget
Smile, talk, laugh, sing, nice, grateful, complicated.

Because I could not stop for death

Because I could not stop for death - Written Sophomore year

The time of the second coming
the time with a lack of loving
where death and destruction
are everywhere and every place.

In the end I'll die
In the twinkling of an eye
when corruption puts on incorruption
and death brings new life.

A time after of peace and joy.
Not a time of armies to employ
1000 years of peace an happiness
exist without being missed.

When all will be together again
with our families in the millenium

Birds & Butterflies

 Birds & Butterflies - Written Sophomore Year

Birds & Butterflies
Smoke and shutters fly
Wings like eagles
I hate seagulls
Free from the world
sunk in deep for good
stress is not a problem
I always feel so numb
Breaking free from pain
I think I might go insane
I let my problems go
all I ever see is snow
Where some see light
others see dark.
Where some light a fire
Other snuff it out.
Hope and happiness
suffering and madness
so why focus on yourself
when you can feel happy
by doing service.

Half

Half - Written April 1, 2009 (three years from today)

Whether half full or half empty
why do we toil with difficulties?
Why not say half?
Why is there no middle man?
No one to break up the fight.
Optimistic is what I am,
but in the end, why does it matter?
Where air touches water, or glass touches solution.
Why do we worry over such trifling matters?
There is no need to worry about
where it is, but we should wonder where it goes.

American Dream

American Dream - Written Sophomore Year

I wish to be free
I wish for justice
but also mercy.
I wish for lack of persecution
and freedom of speech.
I want honesty and truth
I want our government to treat us all the same
When this has happened, then
we will have the American Dream.

A Break

A Break - Written Sophomore Year

A Break
Take a break
No it's not fake
con for heaven's sake
this is my life to make
now it is my chance to take
I finally feel as though I am awake
No longer is there a great snake
Everything is a piece of cake
Why did I not awake
don't feel the bake
swim the lake
A break.

This poem uses the rhyme ake and I think the sentence adds 1 or 2 syllables every sentence. Nothing deep, just a structure poem.