We Wander the Ways


Delicate shore
ready for the first step
pieces in the dark
we wander the ways

and you lead
I follow
we’ll find the way
you lead
I follow
someday

and the ocean does reflect it
the heart projects it
thumping along
brewing its own storm.
And the ocean reflects it
the heart projects it
thumping along
brewing its own storm

Fingers lace
ready to race
pieces unfold
as secrets are told

Lips part
ready for peace
to start
as the moments meet
and we wander the waves
we wander the ways

you lead
I follow
we’ll find a way
you lead
I follow
someday

and the peace is collected
the moments reflect it
building on
humming our own sound

and the pieces collected
the ocean reflect it
the heart thumps on
brewing its own storm

you lead
I follow
we’ll find a way
you lead
I follow
someday

oh, delicate shore
brace for more
as we wander the ways
we wander the waves


You Deepen


Heartbeats, eyes blink.
This is the start
Feel beats within you
Make a connect with the world
As the noise within you deepens.

Listen child, open mind
hear the connection.
Listen child start to feel
hints of the living.

Amongst these lively beats
and passioned beliefs.
This is just the start of your living.
And if you let your mind wander,
deeper than the concrete
You’ll feel the connection.

In this living space,
as the noises pace,
you deepen.

Stretch your spine, your mind.
Let it rest
Call it home.
Then tear it down,
Feel the sound echo
now know how it all deepens.

Amongst these lively beats
and passioned beliefs.
This is just the start of your living.
And if you let your mind wander,
deeper than the concrete
You’ll feel the connection.

In this living space,
as the noises pace,
you deepen.

Let it deepen, let it rest.
Let it deepen to know what’s next.
Let it deepen, let it rest
to know what’s next.

And if you let your mind wander,
linger below the skin
you’ll feel the connection.
Deeper than your living beat
feel the world’s beat.

More than your body knows
as the noise echoes.
More than your body knows
as the noise echoes.

Let it deepen, let it rest.
Let it deepen to know what’s next.


Bad Seed


Your presence doesn’t quake my world
My cement is made by the fury of your winds,
the fury of your words
and I’ll never shutter.
No I’ll never break.

A phantom you weaved
imaginary golden memories.
You think you belong,
but you just disturb the peace
and once even my sanity,
so I crossed you out
from view.

Oh, Oh,
bad seed,
don’t you know
Oh, oh
how much
bad seed,
your loathed
BAD SEED!

Your presence is not felt
even when you linger halls
outside your ownership
Shut out
of the attention you crave
Shut out
of your entitlement.

Oh, Oh,
bad seed,
don’t you know
Oh, oh
how much
bad seed,
your loathed
BAD SEED!
Don’t you know
Bad seed,
the damage you can cause
Bad seed
is over!

A phantom you weaved
imaginary golden memories
and once I lost my sanity
to cross you out
your forever crossed you out.


The Rhythm


A  pale child of dark hair

and tangled curls that bounced to the rhythm of this crazy world.

She rushes along the cracked sidewalk path

books on her back

in a crazy dash.

 

She thinks

Growing up takes to long

but living goes by to fast.

Clock is against her.

 

Now

Feel the rhythm

tick tock

Feel the rhythm

tick tock now.

Oh, oh, ohh

Time had run away

tick tock, tick tock now

stay ahead of this day.

 

Young girl on the verge

wavy curls that bounced to the rhythm

Flushed cheeks to match

the rose of her fluttered heart.

 

Beating a rhythm on the concrete pathway

cap in hand, gown flies by.

College on the mind

high school in the past.

 

She still thinks

Growing up takes to long

but living goes to fast.

Clock is against her again.

 

Feel the rhythm

tick tock

Feel the rhythm

tick tock now.

ohh, oh, ohh

Time had run away again.

tick tock now

time to make your way.

 

Growing deep

living large.

Head full

with an open heart.

She’s got it all.

 

Growing deep

living large.

Head full

with an open heart.

She’s got it all.

 

Come on

feel the rhythm

tick tock

Feel the rhythm

tick tock now.

ohh, oh, ohh

 

A woman of settled curls

sits along the path

book on her lap

foot tapping along to the rhythm.

tick tock

she still feels the rhythm now.


Restless


Florescent lights

and a medial life

don’t provide

the growth you need

and the means to thrive.

 

 

And you can feel

head to toe.

You’re restless

and no one knows.

 

 

Thought you could

get through something temporary

but this isn’t life.

 

 

And you can feel

head to toe.

You’re restless

and no one knows.

 

 

You’re in-between

what a world needs

and what you need

to be alive.

 

 

This slowed pace

has the passion

inside you die.

 

 

And you can feel

head to toe.

You’re restless

and no one knows.

 

 

Feel this die.

Strive for more.

Restless is just now.

 

 

Feel your pulse

feel it head to toe.

Let everyone know

you’re no longer restless.

©Terra Thompson