You make me feel so comfortable
I have found an answer
When all else is crumbling
I know where to be secure
All is confused and crazy
But so much brighter
You’ve shown me the way
You’ve made me the fighter
To be on the edge
But never fall
To be ready to drop
But stand so tall
I know you will help me
To make it through the night
I know You will help me
To learn how to fight
I’m so glad I’ve found You
It’s taken so long
I’ve had my doubts
My decision can’t be wrong
Life’s so much clearer now
As the bond grows tighter
You’ve taught me to love and trust again
You’ve taught me to be the fighter
To be on the edge
But never fall
To be ready to drop
But stand so tall
I know You will help me
To make it through the night
I know not to worry
I’ll live to fight.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Monday, January 20, 2020
The Journey
I have ridden many horses
Straddled to my faith
And ambled through the winding
Fields before my grace
With verbal reinforcements
Pacing near them all
Traveling to their sources
Miraculously I didn’t fall
I can’t believe what is happening to be
And I won’t settle for probability
I wander to the corners
And anonymously write
Pensive contributions
Bless me every night
I’ve journeyed through the mountains
Searching for me there
All I have discovered
Is where I‘m going near
The salt has gone to the bottom of the sea
The waves will return us to reality.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
Straddled to my faith
And ambled through the winding
Fields before my grace
With verbal reinforcements
Pacing near them all
Traveling to their sources
Miraculously I didn’t fall
I can’t believe what is happening to be
And I won’t settle for probability
I wander to the corners
And anonymously write
Pensive contributions
Bless me every night
I’ve journeyed through the mountains
Searching for me there
All I have discovered
Is where I‘m going near
The salt has gone to the bottom of the sea
The waves will return us to reality.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
Sunday, January 12, 2020
The Record
And the record spins around on the table
The needle releases the sound of each fable
Every scratch and pop are meaningful to me
As I dance in the arms of society
The waltz, the fox trot, the tango, the jitterbug
I dream and I dance away all my bitter luck
The men and the women are as beautiful as able
As long as the record spins around on the table
He is tall
He is strong
He is handsome
He is mine
I am short
I am fair
I am graceful
I am shy
And we twirl, and we spin, and we go around the ball
With diamonds, with gold, and with crystal-mirrored walls
We dance, and we leap, and we laugh to the crescendo
Eventually it all comes to an end so
To the Victrolla I slowly return
And I shed a tear with each crank I turn
To be so happy I am unable
Unless the record spins around on the table.
Copyright 1998 Scott C. Forrest
The needle releases the sound of each fable
Every scratch and pop are meaningful to me
As I dance in the arms of society
The waltz, the fox trot, the tango, the jitterbug
I dream and I dance away all my bitter luck
The men and the women are as beautiful as able
As long as the record spins around on the table
He is tall
He is strong
He is handsome
He is mine
I am short
I am fair
I am graceful
I am shy
And we twirl, and we spin, and we go around the ball
With diamonds, with gold, and with crystal-mirrored walls
We dance, and we leap, and we laugh to the crescendo
Eventually it all comes to an end so
To the Victrolla I slowly return
And I shed a tear with each crank I turn
To be so happy I am unable
Unless the record spins around on the table.
Copyright 1998 Scott C. Forrest
Tuesday, January 07, 2020
The Candle
The candle is burning
The sweet aroma
I see his troubled eyes
Searching and seeking
Oh, there is so much mystery
I wish I understood
Strong, yet fragile
Peaceful, but threatening
The glimmering glow on the wall
Reflects shadows of troubled life
Dancing, yet teasing
Mystifying, but frightening
Oh, to be you
So many of us want
Without appreciating ourselves
If they knew, they would not
I see more
I sense more
Loved, but feared
Kind, yet dark
The gold in your hair resembles fire
Fire powerful and dangerous
All-knowing
He seems calm
Yes, pacific
But behind the face is the truth
The reality is scary
Shadows in the light
Right now, so tranquil
A time that should always be
But I know is not
So dark, but so bright
Dreaming of the tranquility that should be there
To love him
To envy him
Trying all the time too hard
And not succeeding
But now
Are we sure?
He needs us
Though he will not tell
Though we cannot tell
Oh, to understand him
Is a gift
Like his is to us, usually
Only the candle burns low
And nothing else
The aroma is now hidden
Like everything else
All the thoughts racing
To be collected
And stored
And sorted
Oh, to enjoy like before
Is a thrill
Like everything else
Sometimes
Confused
To feel this way
The pain
The swing goes back and forth
Reaching its zenith
It will return
Someday
Yes, the questions
But, the answers
To want is a sin
But, why not?
The illusion is what it is
Maybe it is all misunderstood
But, the envy
Yes, the envy, but wanting what we already have
There is no reason behind it
He is a stranger
It began
It then became
It is now
What it will be
Will and shall be controlled
To be worked out
For the better
To have no faults
Why are his decisions?
Two different people with two different lives
But with so much in common
He is himself, but…
To return to recent times
As the clock continues
And the sun rises
The promises come
The chances
The room is dark
It has been darker
When he retrieves it, he will know
Shades conceal the reality
Shades on the window
Shades on the face
Shades on the clock
The glass
The thoughts
The time
The answer
The time is
The time is now
It will
It will be
It will be better
It will be better soon
I hope
He hopes
Oh, yes
To be you
Oh, yes
To understand
Nothing is hidden
Nothing is not there
It has always been
It will always be
It has always been
It will always be
It will.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
The sweet aroma
I see his troubled eyes
Searching and seeking
Oh, there is so much mystery
I wish I understood
Strong, yet fragile
Peaceful, but threatening
The glimmering glow on the wall
Reflects shadows of troubled life
Dancing, yet teasing
Mystifying, but frightening
Oh, to be you
So many of us want
Without appreciating ourselves
If they knew, they would not
I see more
I sense more
Loved, but feared
Kind, yet dark
The gold in your hair resembles fire
Fire powerful and dangerous
All-knowing
He seems calm
Yes, pacific
But behind the face is the truth
The reality is scary
Shadows in the light
Right now, so tranquil
A time that should always be
But I know is not
So dark, but so bright
Dreaming of the tranquility that should be there
To love him
To envy him
Trying all the time too hard
And not succeeding
But now
Are we sure?
He needs us
Though he will not tell
Though we cannot tell
Oh, to understand him
Is a gift
Like his is to us, usually
Only the candle burns low
And nothing else
The aroma is now hidden
Like everything else
All the thoughts racing
To be collected
And stored
And sorted
Oh, to enjoy like before
Is a thrill
Like everything else
Sometimes
Confused
To feel this way
The pain
The swing goes back and forth
Reaching its zenith
It will return
Someday
Yes, the questions
But, the answers
To want is a sin
But, why not?
The illusion is what it is
Maybe it is all misunderstood
But, the envy
Yes, the envy, but wanting what we already have
There is no reason behind it
He is a stranger
It began
It then became
It is now
What it will be
Will and shall be controlled
To be worked out
For the better
To have no faults
Why are his decisions?
Two different people with two different lives
But with so much in common
He is himself, but…
To return to recent times
As the clock continues
And the sun rises
The promises come
The chances
The room is dark
It has been darker
When he retrieves it, he will know
Shades conceal the reality
Shades on the window
Shades on the face
Shades on the clock
The glass
The thoughts
The time
The answer
The time is
The time is now
It will
It will be
It will be better
It will be better soon
I hope
He hopes
Oh, yes
To be you
Oh, yes
To understand
Nothing is hidden
Nothing is not there
It has always been
It will always be
It has always been
It will always be
It will.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
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