Cryptic and Coy

2010-03-19T08:07:00.000-07:00

We bemoan our fleeting fancies and our mistakes of old, like a ride to nowhere which we refused to get on. We regret our decisions or our indecision, we look so hard at what we lost or missed out on that we cannot see what is staring us in the face. Like fool's gold are these treasures of old which promise selfish desires and pleasure untold, blinded to blessings and the beauty of how things unfold is the poor wishful soul lamenting what he let go. What is real, what is true and what will last is what stares you in the face, its what you should hold to and never ever let go, before the rhyme goes cold, i guess i should end it, its you whom I love and will treasure from now till I am old.

2009-12-08T03:30:00.000-08:00

2009-12-06T05:40:00.000-08:00

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me now...

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

2009-12-06T03:41:00.000-08:00

dear Coy,

You've got to clear your mind, just fyi, you suck at soccer when your mind's a mess, figure things out. Or we're both gonna suffer the wrath.

Yours truly
Cryptus.

Hey Crypt

Get your act together? You say I'm confused, well so are you. You know what to do. Do you?

Coy.

2009-12-03T09:04:00.001-08:00

A knight in rusty armour, the diamond in the rough, to be polished, to be cut, to be refined to be shaped.

Every time I turn away, every step I take away from who I used to be, a step to You, is a tiny step to becoming more of the man You want me to be. A lot less of me and a lot more of You is what I yearn to be.

Who are you living for?

mmhmm

2009-11-25T07:22:00.000-08:00

Just like the turn of a page, or the changing of a scene, less the solar glare, such is the transition that the backdrop of ones life. As ticking clocks and chiming bells point out, time waits for no man, save one who travels faster than the speed of light and as such is no longer bound by the limitations of the space time continuum. Blink twice if you are being held here against your wish. In a blink of an eye, a funny statement, as though so much can change in that short a time frame. In as long a time, the set has transformed, the props changed, the puppeteer fully aware, the puppet ill informed. clumsy and stiff the stringed figure crashes across the stage.