Half a Cup of Blues

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Full Circle

When I was young....

I saw a bum
He wore dirty clothes
His shoes did not fit him
His beard was long
His face was worn
I saw a bum

I saw myself
My clothes were clean
My shoes were new
My hair was clipped
My face was fresh
I saw myself

When I was grown....

I saw a bum
His clothes had holes
His shoes had no soles
His hair was shaggy
His face was haggard
I saw a bum

I saw myself
My suit was tailored
My shoes were italian
My hair was trimmed
My face was tanned
I saw myself

When I was old....

I saw a bum
His clothes were worn
His shoes were cracked
His hair was grey
His face was mine
I saw myself...


Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Diamond in the Rough

Am not
Afraid to be
Alone in a crowd
I am free of the doubts
That torment and cause such pain
Solitude need not be a lonely place
In the quietness I can hear
The sound of My heart
That beats so strong
I am whole
And free


Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Dante says that I'm lustful... (I didn't need a test to know that!)

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

The Writing on the Wall

You were blind and could not see...
The darkest part inside of me...
Lost in the shadows and hidden from view...
I wasn't the "me" you thought you knew..

Sweet as honey with an angel's smile...
Tormented by demons all the while...
Consumed with a fever of dark desire...
Dancing closer to the growing fire...

Sapphire eyes see inside and out...
Under the masks of fear and doubt...
Looking deep into people's eyes...
To see the truth inside the disguise...

A heart-shaped face does not reveal...
The inner turmoil I can always feel...
The need to run both far and wide...
To find a place in which to hide...

I gave you words with which to know...
The way I felt when it didn't show...
But you were busy with things of your own...
And did not hear what could be known...

So now I leave this familiar place...
No tears or smiles upon this face...
I'll leave no note nor make no call...
The writing was there...upon the wall...