Validation Through Representation

Let your heart sing

Let the expression of your soul ring out

Let it resound into the spaces of reality

Let it be heard

Let it travel to deaf ears

Let it be understood and realized

Let your heart sing out

Let it be valuable

Bury Basket

I wish I had a basket

For my troubles, that I'd carry

I'd relieve them from my mind

So happy wouldn't tarry

And if troubles are all gone

Then you know I wouldn't worry

I'd have clarity of life

And my eye's would never blurry

But what if it get's full

And really rather heavy

Because I worry quite a lot

And my troubles, there are many

Well I'd drop it in the river

Have my troubles scat and scurry

I'd never ever trouble

And I'd never ever worry

Full Moon Song

Our love is like that of a moon

Filled to brim, and shining soon

I burst at the seams, and glow with light

Could exuding love not be right?

I the beacon, I your sight

I know you'll find me, through the night

I'll wait for you into day

I pray that you will find the way

I know for certain you'll hear my tune

For it's the cry of the full moon

Shards of Truth

I am your mirror

I am your pain

Once your accuser

Now the same

Rock in hand

Your glass will shatter

So will mine

So it won't matter

I'll walk away

Fade away

Let it fall

Where it may

With No Rain in Sight

Is it raining everywhere BUT here
Is the cool rush hitting you
Washing your face clean
Making your chest cold
And warming the inner layer of your skin

While I’m stuck under this pushed security
A boundary of sunlight
Where hopes are dry and thirsty
And happiness is scorched by disorientation
The place of barren dreams

Or, is it coming
Is the rain flying towards me
Are the clouds glooming over me now
Is the passion I’ve lost falling, finding me
Will I be soaking it up soon
Will I be soaked

September 21, 2009...Micah Winter

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I can smell it

Regret and a negative disposition

I can smell it

Loneliness and yearning

I can smell it

Now is drifting away...hopefully.

I’ll retire in a sleepy state

And Wake again another day

Tomorrow is a cleaner slate

Pack my bags and drift away

Another world is chasing me

And I can’t keep it at bay

My eyes will close so I can see

The bringings of a different day

Dawn will rise behind a cloud

Pushing back my disarray

Stripping back my fearful shroud

Painting over shades of grey

Patiently I sit in waiting

For the tears to roll away

Until that time, I’ll go on hating

This state of sorrow, Where I lay