Lost At Sea

Here's a new piece I've been working on this evening...

Lost At Sea

(c)2012 Ross Christopher.

it seems like I've been left and lost at sea / with water welling up inside of me / it fills my lungs with stinging tastes / of lonely waves crushing dreams / and breaks silent cries of apathy / not sure how I got here / I woke in drowning slumber / forced to swim and tread and breathe

Peace,
Ross

"It Is Good"

When landscapes become more than pretty colors; but instead texture, life, and creation surrounding me - I'm washed in, and part of "It Is Good!"

Peace,
Ross

Contradicting Eyes

I wrote this a few months back. Its essentially the story of all of us. When we approach faith from the human perspective, we are led through hypocrisy to who knows where. That's why I label myself a hypocrite in transition. I think that's pretty accurate.

Without further adieu, here it is...

Contradicting Eyes
(c)2009 Ross Christopher Donaldson

Contradicting eyes
Feed your lies
That break our faith
And keep us down
I’ve been told a thousand lies
Of where you ought to be
But here I am looking at you
And staring in your eyes

I don’t know
If I can go
To the place
I need to go

Look around,
They’re all just like you
Telling a perfect lie
Abuse the story
And blur the lives

I don’t know
If I can go
To the place
I need to go

Contradicting eyes
Feed your lies
That break our faith
And keep us down

Someday Means Never

Last week I made a post about truly living, taking chances, being willing to fail in the pursuit of your dreams, etc.

This week I wrote a song.

Its a discussion on the ill-fated situation that most of us fall prey too. It's a song about the intoxicating blandness that is comfort (and I'm as addicted as anyone!). Comfort blurs passion and dream beyond recognition to the point that its nearly forgotten. Comfort is plateau and status quo. Comfort is "the way we've always done it." Comfort has to go!

So here's a song/poem about dreaming and doing nothing about it. Enjoy!

Someday Means Never
(c) 2010 Ross Christopher Donaldson

(Chorus)
Someday means never, I know
Someday is clever lies
Someday means I don't want to
Someday never happens


(Verse 1)
You've got your dreams of what to do
Carry them out and be
Freedom looks and stares you down
Do it now or die slowly

(Verse 2)
Tomorrow comes and next year's here
Comfort killed the great belief
Triumph lost to complacent
The slow death set it (the slow death set in)

Bridge
I chose this way
I chose to be
I lost my dream
And comfort is hell