Sunday, November 04, 2007

Could you speak of life revealed,of something real
The smallest breath has fallin still
A gaze so deep
A grip so strong, seeking me consistant
Like a babe I've not a help
My voice is plain my cry is faint
Yet for me a war was waged, a price was paid
In slavery for death to seek
You once fell into the deepest sleep
And from your side a life was formed
Could you speak of life revealed, of something real
The smallest breath has fallen still
A gaze so deep
A grip so strong, seeking me consistant
Like a babe I've not a help
My voice is plain my cry is faint
Yet for me a war was waged, a price was paid

-Jonnie

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Quietly you'll hear her sing
A simply tune
In the darkness pouring through, quiet lite
The tone is dull
But these words ring out
Pain is this
Life is real
I felt
I lived
Now still your soul
hush your heart
Break the clamor, and join in her song
Pain is this
Life is real
I felt
I lived
Rise up slowly
Come to life
Awake the dead, breath in begin to live
Pain is this
Life is real
I felt
I lived
Fall back down
Rest with peace
In the darkness, pouring through is lite
Quietly you'll hear this tune
Pain is this
Life is real
I felt
I lived
jonnie

Monday, May 21, 2007

You tried to think of words to say
But they never came
You tried to write a song to sing
But your feelings were all gone
An emptyness caught up with you
A fight was lost tonight
When all came flooding in and out
When darkness chose to stay
You tried to think of places
But all you my thoughs where there
Trapped inside a looking glass
Veiwing all your fear
As you tried, you pulled away
You ran from him again
Thanking God that you'de escaped
A grip so cold and thin
Better luck with next time
I think I'll look away
If you catch my gaze too long
I'll realize your hurt
your pain in nothing
Your emptyness
This things that have haunted you so long
If I tried to give you words
If I tried to write a song
Then maybe you'de still be here
The emptyness would fall behind
You'de still be alive

Sunday, April 15, 2007

This is me insecure and incomplete
A hint of red, red memories
I saw the slight hesitation
I heard the final breath
I saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death
This is you in the light
A dab of blue, blue dreams
I saw a chance you never took
You heard the faithful scream
You saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death
Now the question fill our head
A hint of grey, grey doubt
If he saw
If he heard
If he felt
If he held us close
He saw us spinning down, down and still further to our death
Why the truth
Why the color
Why the sound
Why the fall
Why?
-Jonlyn
p.s. I forgot I wrote this strange...

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Face to face today
Not what I had planned,
Anyway where's the sense in this
Tell me

Did you even think,
Before you walked away
So cold that day
Was it all pretend
Please spare me

Your Apathy
Your pride
I'll live without all those tears I'm sure
So just leave me be
My darling

When it rains it pours
They say I'll be fine
But I'm not
Time could heal these wounds for

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Looking into something strange
I've seen you or felt you this way
In Misty mountain air there's a feeling
It's haunting when I'm still
So keep on running
Never stop
Because if it caught me,
Well I'd be caught
From there I couldn't run
But from here I can not see
The thing that's hidden in this mist
The thing that's haunting me
Though I feel afraid
Some how I see it safe
Feeling or sight
Reality or perception
Where do i turn and
how do i get there
Because as I said before
I can't see it from here
lurking in the dark
Hiding behind me
If it is something so good
Something so pure
Then why does it make us feel
Feel afraid
Afraid of being chased
Deathly afraid of being caught
Stumbling through a thing called life
Breaking bones and breaking hearts
Shattering dream
With a cold since of reality
The knowledge of good
The Knowing of evil
Changes are subtle
Almost unseen
But even the dark
Even the mist can't stop feelings
Feelings are felt
Only rarely depicted
Today I am feeling something
Something so good
I just don't know if it's real
Is this reality
Or did I forgot to wake from my dream?

Friday, January 12, 2007

Where I'm at today is nothing much at all
The feelings I am feeling shouldn't be felt
Lacking sense of where I am
Lost in conversation, but only to myself
Its not fare,
They're all wrong

Love is hopeless fear is great
Shuttering within a cold cold place
Fill me up with empty thought, and let lay here
Call me from my happy place

Where your fingers fell on cold white keys
Voice of you sang quietly
Wrapping your heart around my smile
I felt you breath again