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Let It All Out

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , on January 5, 2011 by Ron


Tears are God’s gift to us.  Our holy water.  They heal us as they flow.  ~Rita Schiano


Show Me A Story

Posted in Room By Myself on January 3, 2011 by Ron

What do you see?

The Test

Posted in Room By Myself, Word Is Bond with tags , , , , , , on April 20, 2010 by Ron
You told me that I am the Captain of My Faith,
The Master of My Soul
And yet…
I feel there are outside forces that are out of my control

Ever since I’ve done wrong
I swear I’ve tried my best to do right,
but time and time again
There are those forces…
bringing me plight

And I’ve been constantly reassured
Been constantly told that everything will work itself out
Been told that I’m too good for things to not go right
…in the end

And I’ve done my best to believe.
Honest to God I have.
I’ve been working on these steps for so long
And yet…
I’m still that same mouse
Looking for that damn cheese….

Let me stop myself
because I actually did find that cheese
But then those forces stepped in
Needless to say,
I had been deceived.
Now I’m like the boy at his fathers funeral
Trying my best not grieve
Acting strong for everyone else
I’m simply pulling on my sleeve
Trying to muster up all my might
For the fight will soon begin
The forces have found its way
To attend me deep within

Just like light
Our minds sometimes bend
Showing us a picture that’s really just pretend
It’s all just a test
Will you transcend or descend?
The answer lies with the person within….

I Want…U

Posted in Room By Myself, Spit Something Crazy with tags , on March 20, 2010 by Ron


The End (In The Depths of Solitude)

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2010 by Ron

I exist in the depths of solitude

I’m feeling like the man on the moon; no marian

And I can’t ease my soul

I’m on the side like parking

Because I can’t pay the toll

I’m walking

Through a time space

Scrambled is my mind state

I’m searching for a state to keep my mind in place.

I’m wanting…

No yearning

For a life that’s not my own

For my own I don’t throne even though it is a blessing.

Each day it’s being tested

So in the end I leave you short

I need sleep

I’m restless.

So I hope you can accept this.

And since this is how I feel…

I really hope you can respect it.

I sit on the moon in the mist of solitude

But there’s really two here,

I call it inside outside.

But I keep most on the inside

So you probably only know me on the outside.

I’m on the inside peering down from a telescope…

It’s like two minds in one soul.

I sometimes sit back in awe of the opportunities

And never accept simplicity

And in the end I’m just memories…

A Little Reassurance?

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , , , on February 10, 2010 by Ron

They say seeing is BELIEVING
And I’ve heard if you BELIEVE in something;
you can’t help but see it

But HOW am I suppose TO BELIEVE IN something that at this point seems IMPOSSIBLE?

And what if I don’t know HOW TO BELIEVE?
Do I need religion? Some sort of faith?
Tell me…what is it I must do?

I’ve heard time and time again, words such as
“In due time, just stay true”

But what about RIGHT NOW!?!?

Its like I’m lost in crossroads…a maze
And there is no scent or sign of even a hint of cheese
But you always tell me “Don’t worry, keep BELIEVING and stay focused on it”

So is BELIEF just hearing some sort of constant reassurance?
Such as “Everything will be ok”
If so, tell it to me again…please…

Dead & Gone

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , , on February 9, 2010 by Ron

Im higher than a spaceship
I often think I make ships
But my mind keeps drifting…
So Im sure its all just makeshift.
Its like the shift key on the keyboard…
Has my mind on caps
And Im gonna keep it on lock
Till my battery collapse.
Till I switch gears…
I leave my brain on a napkin…
Got no food for thought
Yet Im steadily snacking.
A girl asked why I traded the good for the bad…
I just shrugged my shoulders
For I knew that it was sad
Sad was my life
Or should I say the choices I grabbed
Making up excuses…
Like “I didnt want to….I just had…..”
I had to because I killed it…
I pushed my thought process out the window
And so when you look out through the window
Into the mornings dawn
Know that Im lost in the abyss…
Dead & Gone