...Random Thoughts...

As I picked the glass that seemed to be a soul... its bubbles tickling ma nose as I sipped them... sip by sip I felt different emotions engulfing me....

Feelings of sorrow, spite, deceit, off hate, off malice ... feelings that meant nothing yet everything.... I stopped there was yet one sip left... I didn’t have the courage to take it in... I stopped and kept the glass which contained a soul...Did I stop too soon? Maybe that last sip may have had the love or happiness or content I might have longed for ... but somehow I didn’t have the courage... to take in that one last sip... the bubbles still emerging within the glass... sparkling bright ... I left the glass thinking ... should I have opened the Pandora’s box or was it ok that I left it lying there ... alone, lost and waiting for someone to get the soul to feel the last bit of sanity left in it...

The glass still contained part of a soul... the rest was already devoured by mine...

IF

If you have seen the thoughts,
That were in those cries.
If you could imagine,
The evening in my eyes.

If you could see the delight
That I had in simple things
When mirth was flying
on its silvery wings

If only you could touch
The desire everyone's suppose to drink
If only you could reach for the earth
And touch the never-ending sky.

How heart rendering would it be
When this wind was blowing high
If only you could see
The number of times I had to die.

If only you could see
The valiant, brilliant start that
Shines in the hollow my

If only you knew the task
Of god damn victory
If only you knew
The honor of those who lose.
If only you knew the difference
That's not their but mine

If only you knew the part,
The part that was reality
I could have sworn,
oh! I could Have sworn
That yours was not the heart.

Regret

It's not for laws I've broken
That bitter tears I've wept,
But solemn vows I've spoken
And promises unkept;
It's not for sins committed

My heart is full of regrets,
but gentle acts omitted,
Kind deeds I did not do.
I have outlived the blindness,
The selfishness of youth;
The canker of unkindness,
The cruelty of truth;
The searing hurt of rudeness . . .
By mercies great and small,
I've come to reckon goodness
The greatest gift of all.

Let us be helpful ever
to those who are in need,
And each new day endeavour
To do some gentle deed;
For faults beyond our grieving,
What kindliness a tone;
On earth by love achieving
A Heaven of our own.