After eons, I’m ‘emo’ enough again to start writing prose. I put that within quotes, not because I’m really emo. I guess I’m just subsconsciously stressed about a multitude of stuff. Old readers would be familiar with this state of mind. I now recall, and understand that by writing my thoughts out in prose, and yet never explicitly explaining what I’m talking about is my way of relieving stress. I just forgot all about it. It’s really therapeutic to me. It’s my way of having a conversation with myself, straightening out my thoughts. And then somehow it sets me going again. Most of my poetry, prose… I try to compose tunes to go along with it. Someday, one day perhaps, you just might get to hear my song. Click the link below for the rest of the post.
Twas not another ordinary day
And boy, had he words to say
But they would not be let out
And no, no, he was not one to shout..
Twas bright and sunny
But it wasn’t funny
That it seemed oh so familiar
and it felt so peculiar
Stood on the court
chasing down the orange mass
threaded it through the netted twine
and if it rains, that’ll be the sign that I should stop
Stop.
But if I pressed the stop button
who acts out the play
y’know it’s not a show
ain’t a pantomime
I’m not a sleuth
And I read no minds
But the tears flowed through a sluice
Oh, man, you sure do cry like a boy
Who said grown men don’t cry
can’t cry
Who said that we can’t feel
Precisely because I feel
I felt like a boy
I thought it was back
to the days where no one saw
or heard, me
Then whispered a voice
Rejoice, Rejoice
I, see you
I, hear you
It was my Father
He held my tiny hand
I was a little boy all over again
"I will never let you go, my child"
And then it dawned upon
this man-child
of what had been going on for a while
that he was the one in the wrong
For he had chosen not to see
feigned his deafness
to the Father’s grace and mercy
and the whisper of His voice
Oh it’s not about me
and the things I thought I could see
but the One who watches over me
It’s all about you, Lord.
I don’t want this tape to stop
rewind
play
stop
rewind
play
Coz’ life ain’t a tape
not a show & tell
and no, it’s not a play
I don’t want to play
Anymore games with You, Lord
I want to be the man
You want me to be
Oh Lord, set me free
That I’ll be free to live
for You
That I’ll be freed to live for
You alone.
Hmm, I guess it needs a title. er… "Don’t want to play anymore games". That’s the tentative title.