Go Ahead And Dive In

The straying dreams of men (my conscience wavers)
I slip (in and out) of these dreams of you here with me. .

Bring me now ghosts of joy (to live a lie is all by choice)
Its simple really, we love to lie and lie to Love
Its way to early to be thinking like this now . .

But as they drowse the waking embers burn them
But as i drowse the waking embers burn me . .
Why do we walk so tall and with fixed eyes?
(Only staring at those city lights)-well are we blind?

But what they knew; it speaks for me.
When i cant stand (the thought of losing) i lift my hands to You
Fate works most for woe (im dying) with folly's fairest show. . .

My little pleasure is this spring of sorrow.
(So why dont you just go ahead and dive in?)

~Jory

thoughts to deep for you to comprehend

if we write, do we become the words written on the page that has descibed our emotions?
when we talk do the words we speak really reflect the way we feel or is it just the projected image we want people to believe
when we show emotion what is it for? is it to simply show how we feel? or is it done as a need to recieve attention. is it done just to simply show or is it for our own benefit?
are we what we are from the start or are we only what weve made ourselves to be. if we are lonely, what is it? is it a sincere desire to be loved or is it just because we desire attention for ourselves? who knows the true desires of men when even the men dont even know for themselves. who knows the true future and mindset, the possiblities of the human mind the ability to change it to our own desires. who knows? only you my God.

THE musician ( a poem by me)

A talented musician there was in the land.
and no one more talented on strings with hand.
a simple man with a simple life.
a single man who loved no wife.
so from house to town to city hed go.
playing for all the ones he didnt know.
gentle at heart and fierce in spirit.
no one wrote a more emotional lyric.
tall and dark yet bright of mind.
while in competition he left everyone behind.
for being so good no one went along with him.
so lonely he became that single musician.

The Chance Of a Lifetime

And well keep on being with the ones we like. Only to look out and see the ones we love standing with people they only like. Looking back at us with love. WHY CANT WE TAKE THE TIME TAKE THE CHANCE GOD PUT THIS LIFE IN OUR HANDS TAKE IT SPEND IT WITH THE ONES YOU LOVE!

And were to scared to ask the questions
All because were to scared of the answers
.too scared to trust in something bigger than ourselves
Too scared to put faith in what we cannot see
So well keep standing with the people we only like
While the people we love stand looking and waiting
For us to trust in faith, in something bigger than ourselves

Im tired of looking tired, of searching for something or someone when that something that special someone is standing rite in front of me. So today ill take the risk ill take a chance to put the control back in my own hands. AND MAYBE SHE WILL EVEN SAY YES!

THIS IS THE BREAKDOWN! IM TIRED OF WAITING
TIRED OF NOT TRUSTING
I CANT TAKE IT. HE MUST BREAK ME AND GIVE ME FAITH
I CANT TAKE IT. WHY DO WE TORTURE OURSELVES, BY BEING WITH SOMEONE WE ONLY LIKE!?
WHY CANT WE TAKE THE CHANCE AND PUT OUR MOUTH WHERE OUR FAITH IS
WE HAVE TO TAKE THIS CHANCE. TAKE IT BEFORE ITS TO LATE.

the monotonous songs on broken hearts

How do you fix
What was never meant to be broken?
A heart meant for one
Shared among many
Experiencing so much pain
Through so many people
It’s kind of hard to feel ok
When you’ve shattered your own heart
Just for a moment of happiness
So many lovers
But no real love
Just a lust that becomes obsession
Why is it we all know about broken hearts?
We’ve all written about them
We’ve all held them in our hands
Yet no ones brave enough
To avoid the effects
Were all to busy saying
Oh it hurts so much
To be alone
But why does it hurt all so much
Is it because then we would have to actually rely on ourselves?
And were all to busy writing our songs about heartache and depression
No wonder were never happy
Everyones experienced heartache
The songs are monotonous
Why not write about joy
Happiness things of god
Girls will come and go
God is forever.

love or like love

how do i choose between the two
the one i like or the one i love
to choose like is to choose lust
a object of obssesion
but to choose love is to
choose what wont love back
only time will tell
what the eye cannot see.

truth in action

these actions scream

louder than any word youll speak

so when the words sound so fake

just watch because

truth lies only in the actions of men

nothing stays the same

Ive lost myself
Changed to fit into a mold that
Cant seem to encase me
Yet people keep pushing, shoving, squeezing and pressuring me to fit
To be what im not im not perfect
I will fall
And unless you just don’t care
Ill disappoint you
Friends change
And relationships break apart
Nothing stays the same

Dear Reader

Were missing something vital.
And baby, thats the truth.
We missed our kid's recital.
Were fighting nail and tooth.

Against the grain, against the loss.
Against the good and bad.
Against the very thing we wish we never even had.

I think its time to tell the truth.
Or maybe time to lie..
Locked inside this old phone-booth,
i'm miles above the sky.

Above the pain, above my dreams.
Above my tears and selfish screams.
Above my goals and all my fears,
above the dust of all my years.

And now im letting go, my dear, of all the things i have.
Of all my monetary gain, and all my younger sav.

And until, dear reader, you find the same..
the gain of loss, and the loss of gain.
You will find the One your dreaming of..

Standing in the skies above...

~Jory

mr thompson

Mr. Thompson
Im afraid I have bad news
Your wife died last night
From self inflicted wounds
She died of an overdose
To much life to fast
Does the mind good
But her heart couldn’t last
Mr. Thompson
I have some very bad news
Your wife was sleeping around
And she’s slept with this whole town
She died from
To much life to fast
Her mind was bad and her heart couldn’t last
Mr. Thompson
I have some bad news
Your wife stole from you
Every penny that you had
She gambled it away on nothing values
But Mr. Thompson
I have some good news
She’s gone so you can
Move on find someone better
She loved life
Life didn’t love her
But look how much good that did her
Mr. Thompson move on find a new wife
Sing a new song.

hearts on our sleeves

How do you show that you have feelings?
When people don’t care
If we keep on living like this
Well surely die
Our hearts on our sleeves
Hanging by a thread
If not strongly guarded well be
BETTER OFF DEAD
The words she spoke to me
Full of lies
And the memory of you
Slowly dies
I’m falling head over heals
For someone that doesn’t love me
I’m falling head over heals
Rolling in the wrong direction
Because im slipping away
From who I am
Im constantly changing to
Be who you want me to be
But you don’t care
You don’t care!
I have feelings
But you don’t care
So i take this heart put it back in my chest
I take this heart I PUT IT BACK WHERE IT BELONGS
AWAY FROM YOU!

To The One You Hold Most Dear

Write this letter, though it will never be sent.
Seal it with a kiss, meant for. . . .

The one you hold most dear!

Take a breath, walk inside.
Hide your heart again.

Wear it on your sleeve again, baby!
I love you and i'm not afraid to say it.
I will scream it as i lift our hands into the sky.
That deep red sky that bleeds of innocent passion.

Run with me, sing with me.
Its the only thing that will set us free, darling

Is this thing on?
Can you hear me, my love?

Beautiful,
your moving way to fast.
But dont slow down, no.

Dont slow down...

~Jory

Hello, I Am Not A Person

Hello,

I am not a person.
I am a figment of your imagination.
I am that little guy on your shoulder.
Or inside your head.

Screaming at you to hold on or let go.
I tell you when to weep or fall to your knees.

You are mine.
I am not yours.

I win.
You lose.

Goodbye.

~Jory

Rot-Gut-Self-Pity

Toil.

Toil now while the sun is high and the day is long.
You havent got much time now.

Light the fire, watch it burn.
Rot-gut whiskey, take your turn.

I'll drink to that.

Grave-Stone

Pain and chaos, chaos and pain
All the dissonance and the disdain

This is it. Look at what we have created.
Its beautiful and on fire, but cruel and cold.

I dont want it to end like this.
But i guess thats what i paid for.
This sorrowful agenda, this melancholy formula,
these wretched tears of mine.

We are pinned inside the prison we created.
A beast of burden, not soon to be lifted.

Look at these roses that peirce my hands.

~Jory

Remeniscentiment

One night opens wounds and words utter pain
The truth cannot breathe a one in your soul
You've hid hearts and songs as long as you recall
His kind words just fall near your feet
With their last air, all they want is to be heard
In your sweet ears just once

~Jory

you dont care anyway

when honesty is overated.
Ill say whatever you want to hear.
and when you smile that way.
id give you your hearts desire.
But you dont care anyway.

when honesty's lost its meaning.
the words i say become empty.
the poems i write began to fade.
the love for you is neverending but i dont think youll ever see.
and you wouldnt care anyway.

But when honesty is underestmated.
feelings are hurt thoughts broken.
id love to tell you how i feel .
but it wouldnt really matter.
you dont care anyway.

and when honesty is forgotten.
ill love when you think i hate.
youll joke when im serious.
where there was once trust.
now theres lies.
but it wouldnt really matter.
you dont care anyway.