The Killer

I’ve never been one for small talk
Water cooler coffee clenching do you know so and so
And when you tell me I’ll act surprised
We’ll I’ll be. I know right?
Come on, let’s feed this ego or try as we might
From here whence we go
Fashion me with authenticity or let me go naked
My wealth is Christ or let me go poor tonight
My only shame the tendencies of whence I came
Vanity is such a killer so steer clear
Forward is our direction at a pace that we can’t see
And then we’ll come to the end to begin again
The end of ourselves
If only we could get out of each others closets
And into each other’s hearts.

I Sound The Trumpets To Be Heard and Scene

Where is honesty
I’m in need of compassion
What happened to passion
in need of compassion
my passion turned to fashion
I fashioned a vice
Fashion a device
a rope to grope my neck
where is honesty
maintaining an image that we all knew
we all knew this wouldn’t last
if only we would listen to truth
history repeats itself
learn from the past
we all know that this won’t last
so why not quit riding the kilter
quite a ride this killer
the thing you want to hide
even from yourself to keep the lie
to keep the dream of mud pies alive
while you miss the ride of your life
we love what’s real but we don’t like how it feels
but the truth will set you free
and we’ll only become inspired by true honesty
but this isn’t how you’ll truly arrive
this is not you’re triumphal entry
let me be too clear to avoid though it’s not stopped us before
it’s the greed that kills us and the pride that makes us fall
and love outweighs it all
we can’t give up who we are
but we have to be willing to put legs to this
like giving up a seed you love dear to hold the flower near
I wish we could see the light but it hurts more than we’re willing to strain our eyes
Going from the dark to the light
And the desire to be right weighs more heavily than the desire to be light
i’m running low on conviction
because I’ve given up on listening
I wish I could see the light.
What does it mean to be true again?
I stopped short somewhere my Friend

The Life Once Lived By All

So much has changed, especially in you.  The way you walk, the way you think, and they way you are viewed by the world.  Your eyes are much brighter and your smile shins brilliantly.  The past you had took it's last breath on that summer day, and dared to show it's face.  It could almost be considered murder, but viewed as glorious defeat in the eyes of the higher.  

If this is all so, then why is it that the face of the witch masks the beauty of the coming queen?  Why can't we take in the fresh air and live the way we should?  Misunderstanding?  Discontent?  Dishonesty?  Or is it that the more you grow, the less control you have over your life?  Or is it that you can't live your own life, you have to fit in the mold that the world made for you?

Either way, I am here, I am Giant.