…it dehumanises us (and “them”)
…it makes us the Judge
…it destroys Creation
…it makes us selfish
…it is the opposite to our purpose: glorifying God, caring for Creation and each other, and expressing our creative nature.
Once there was a day
when “enough” never came
my moments were mine
not to be shared,
enjoyed on my lonely.
There was another day
this one was different
more than just me
An “us” was created
Everything was brighter
Brighter didn’t last long
Light was snatched
Colour was drained
Smiles faded
hugs became handshakes
love because like
Forever became “back then”.
Today is a day
there is nothing
remarkable
there is no love
there is no “us”
there is only me.
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I’ve been
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
trying my best to understand all that your love can bring
oh half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation
half of my heart takes time
half of my heart’s got a right mind to tell you
that I can’t keep loving you
oh, with half of my heart
I was made to believe i’d never love somebody else
I made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself
lonely was the song I sang, ‘til the day you came
Showing me another way and all that my love can bring
oh half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation
half of my heart takes time
half of my heart’s got a right mind to tell you
that I can’t keep loving you
oh, with half of my heart
with half of my heart
your faith is strong
but I can only fall short for so long
Down the road, later on
you will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart
but I can’t stop loving you
I can’t stop loving you
but I can’t stop loving you with half of my…
half of my heart
half of my heart
half of my heart’s got a real good imagination
half of my heart’s got you
half of my heart’s got a right mind to tell you
that half of my heart won’t do
half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring
And half of my heart is the part of a man who’s never truly loved anything
half of my heart
” —John Mayervery kind, thanks :)
I’ve seen the Adjustment Bureau.
I’ve only seen it once.
But I’ve dreamt about it.
I’ve gone running through
door after door,
clinging to my hat.
I chase bread crumbs dropped by you.
I follow them through each door.
I’m being chased by myself
I keep my head down and
my eyes glued to the floor
I have to find the next crumb
Or else it’s all over.
As I chase after you
across the limitless city
The crumbs are harder to find
I begin to struggle to find your path
I convince myself you’ve run low
That the daybreak brought hungry birds.
That people have merely trodden them
Carrying them away on their soles.
I keep chasing until I’m guessing doors
I’m lost and desperate.
I can’t trace your last few doors.
I can’t see the crumbs
I can’t smell the perfume
I can’t trace your thoughts
I can’t even call you.
I have refused to believe
You would stop dropping crumbs
Because I know you wanted me.
That can’t be true anymore
Because now you’re gone
And I can’t find my way back to you.
~krstp
