Hey 2

Any of you who follow this blog PLEASE PLEASE read my other http://native-hauora.blogspot.com its rather long but is important to me at least.

God Bless

Hey

For all of you who follow my blog firstly... why there SURELY has to be better writing to read, but secondly i have a new blog address. the reason being the ready availability of blogging means the standards of my writing have dropped and this blog i hope will be different

http://native-hauora.blogspot.com/

Love Song...

You scare me half to death when I think about saying your name
I can’t wipe away the cold sweat that holds me when you smile

Every time I think of you, smiles steal the frown from my face, and my heart tries to leap out of my chest to get back on your trail.

Frequent flyer miles fill my head with all the time I'm flying to your side
These moments are fleeting running out as fast as my hearts beating

But when we sit down the sand in your hair and the ocean on the piano keys
Musical sea breeze fills the air

I know that you’re leaving and we could be over but let’s take this moment and set it free

Because when I take your hand, and you take my heart, even though you don’t know it I never want to part.
I said goodbye one too many times, and now I'm locked in climbing vines
Pulling me higher away, till I cling to the stratosphere gasping from the lack of air way up high
But the pain in my temple can hardly resemble the tear in my heart
From this earth pulling me apart from you

But for all of my strength I still crush our love and you hide again
From the heart that beats everyday for you

Well I'm just a soldier a boy getting older
You’re just a girl in a parade whose beauty can’t fade
While I sit on the sidelines gun in my hand
You shine like diamonds scattered in the sand

Swirling sunlight casting your spotlight
Catch the fire that levelled my heart
From one little spark it was over

All I can ask for is for you to come over and sit in the sand
Spend time making memories as kisses taste like honey
I say something funny but forget to laugh

Cause I can’t help but smile because all the while
I'm wooing your heart
Your still sitting in the sand with me

Love

It is not out of some misplaced sense of obligation that we must act, but instead in all things Love. Dont hate death, but love the sacred gift of life. In love not spite nor reaction we must act, let grace and compassion fuel our hearts to beat in time with the movement of our feet- TMH WORLDWIDE

Those days

Do you ever have those days, where all the bad things, or at least a lot of them, the bad things/memories come back to you, not necessarily the hurt or that but the memory comes back, many at once.
The bad things youve done, the bad person youve been.
Depressing days where you look back and just, cringe at the things that have happened
You look at your reflection in your mind and you know thats not you.
But it was, and always will be a part of you.
See i look back at the people ive hurt, the pain ive caused and it burns
Because i know im not him...
Regret i think isnt necessarily a negative thing, i think many people try not to regret anything they have ever done, claim to be proud of every moment of their lives.
But there are things i regret things that have happened and things that havent.
Opportunities wasted, missed.

I dont really know the point of blogging this. but i did anyway

Sparks

Sparks are a funny thing... see sparks never really go out.
They arent like fires, which you must feed, they are the start of the fire.
Now the fires gone out, yes almost certainly.
But the spark
The Glint is still there... and it hurts.
I keep it submerged.
But it arises, and flickers
It burns
Stings
An itch deep deep within
I just need an hour, think with me.
One hour, but i know its not enough.

One becomes two, then two becomes one night
Then a week, month
Then I sleep at square one.
But the spark
So beautiful when it lights
For that brief but albeit... spectacular moment
Its alive.

I crave that again.
But i dont carry the torch...

The Blues

Oh man do i love the blues.
The entire concept of it is great, sadness fueling sound.
Just love it.
John Mayer + the John Mayer trio, B.B king, Ray Charles.
They are great.
Blues can be so smooth, but so gritty, its fluid and emotive
Maybe thats why i like it so much.
A bent string sings words i dont know yet.
The bass just resonates deep inside, then the tones on the guitar whisper a kiss in your ears.
as the brushes stroke the drums... oh its heavenly torment.
Sweet disaster.
I love the blues