There comes a point

There comes a point
I cant explain
There comes a point
a time, a place

There comes a time
it's moving fast
There comes a time
this will not last

There comes a place
I know it well
There comes a place
be it heaven or hell

All I have lost
is counted in this cost
the cries, the pain
the imminent fear
should have never existed
shouldnt find it's way here
I wait for the point, the time, the place
when it disappears.

I Have an Idea.

The idea dares to dream
the idea isnt what it seems
I watch it unfold
my heart ripped at the seams

But the idea restores it
the idea is the missing piece
the idea is more than a thought
it's the missing link

The idea rattles around
full throttle in my head
until the idea rests itself
but wait, it never rests

So I'm left out of control
the idea taking over
The idea is too slick
it cant be held onto

I try to capture the thought
take it captive like I should
but the idea is greater
doing more than I could

The idea grows larger
as I move from place to place.
Racing and racing
you can see the idea on my face

It cant be hidden
It wont be bought, traded, or sold
the idea is like a parasite
taking over my soul

I just want the idea to leave
so I can clearly see
but the idea blocks my path
and says "there is only me"

So the idea takes on a life of its own
pulling me apart. Yet,
Strangely it puts me back together
which was the idea from the start.

Talk about love.

What's there to say?
Why make up the words?
If I've done my job
My life's already been heard

Not that I needed your praise
your faith's unbegotten
if it's in me, a man
whose heart can be rotten

I write to say the things
that maybe arent seen everyday
like the hope you gave me
when you looked my way

Even if my life's said nothing at all
maybe my words will convince you to care
maybe I could persuade you to try
maybe I could talk you into love.