Stepping On Hearts


It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me


They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending


The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me


Day Break


Day Break
A chip off the soul
All the old paint follows suit
As I brush you off

And it’s something
I’d rather not forget


Why Of Course This Matters

Mind over matter
Yes it matters

Heal from your broken hearts
Move yourself from the inside
Forgive you and yours
Ask forgiveness
Make cohesiveness
Build bright times
Open your eyes
Savor this life
Tell people how you feel
It is but a breath, our time