The Musings Of The Mind

The Angel And The Mouse

There's an angel on my shoulder;

There's a mouse in my pocket;

She tosses the boulder;

He blasts the rocket.

She smiles to soothe me;

His energy forces desire;

She lets go of peace effortlessly

He causes hellfire.

There is a mouse in my pocket deep;

There is an angel on my shoulder high;

He piles my anger in a heap;

She sends my anger flying high.

These two now working as one;

To sate the fury and the need;

My spirit has come undone;

With both planting the seed.

The mouse cackles a deep bellow

The angel leads with peaceful distaste;

The angel tossing aside her halo;

The mouse out to see the desires I sate.

Oh, these are the days

The angel, the mouse and I;

Each of us evil in our own ways

Not caring to to give them a disguise.

I feel the glow burning bright;

I feel the pull of my re-arrange;

I see now there's a will to fight;

Who cares what they think of my change!

Escape For Tomorrow

This is my arrogance;

Always fighting for what is lost;

Knowing my every ignorance;

Not caring on the cost.

Summers arrival is nigh;

I feel the longing I hold;

Again the moment passes by;

My heart looses to the cold.

The eruption of miseries fire;

I escape to drown out my sorrow

Learning from the heart of desire

If only to hold on to the 'morrow.

Away Into Dark

Free my soul into the night;

Fly now away into dark;

Peace within the absence of light;

Overwhelmed by emotions of the heart.

Seek me not upon the midnight moon;

I've faltered and fallen upon dreams;

Daybreak will be here much too soon

And I will pretend to be a different me.

Know you not of this heart undone;

Sinking and drowning in daylights well?

See yo not of what I've become.....

A slave to Satans' deepest Hell?

Anger In A Bottle

It is now I ponder

Upon this day of lonely thought;

The dream path to which I wander

Where hope rises with each lesson taught.

Fire within me rages;

I must push through the fears;

Its time to release myself from the cages

And push through the frustrated tears.

Thoughts of tomorrow arise

The feeling of the hate makes me quake

This will not be my demise

For the desire of the dream I will never shake!

My Brother The Airman

It is how I miss him so;

That keeps my heart to seek;

If only for the thoughts I know

Of his love I keep.

Come home my brother dear;

Be safe in your journey home;

We await your arrival that is so near;

As without you we feel so alone.