Emotional Weather

Stop The Rain

Who will stop the rain,
and start my heart again.
Who will warm this space,
and take my place
When all I've done is in ruins.
When will time finally replace,
and erase the dread of living
When I'm done regretting...

Faith,
Faith is where I begin,
and faith is where it ends;
It all depends on faith.
Amen

Here I am
Standing in a shower
Got the means,
and the power
To overcome these desires
My second nature
But somewhere I got lost
Born in the middle
Class warfare
Looking for an answer
Lost child forever
In this world I never
Knew my name
Who to blame?

Who will stop the rain,
and start my heart again.
Who will warm this space,
and take my place
When all I've done is in ruins.
When will time finally replace,
and erase the dread of living
When I'm done regretting...

Faith,
Faith is where I begin,
and faith is where it ends;
It all depends on faith.
Amen

Stop the rain
Start again
My heart searches
Soul wonders
A lonely restless night
For a second chance
To make things right
If only
You knew my pain
But I cannot be
Cannot see it coming
Happy ending.

Who will stop the rain,
and start my heart again.
Who will warm this space,
and take my place
When all I've done is in ruins.
When will time finally replace,
and erase the dread of living
When I'm done regretting...

Faith,
Faith is where I begin,
and faith is where it ends;
It all depends on faith.
Amen

D.A. Wittler 17'

Tough Love

For friendship, for relationship, and for the things we do not wish to speak, but must  if love is to prevail:
 We must be willing to look into those spaces that are darkest in our souls, because those who love us most see what we do not wish to see, and that is the horrible truth about love, that even though we feel with great intensity a passion beyond ourselves, it is within ourselves that we must go, and be true to what is revealed to us for our own good.

God Bless
Witt

To One Who Sees

Old Soul

Comes a time
Old soul
Looking for positive
Walked away quietly
Cause he grew up negative,
Destroyed a life,
So he'll be damned
If it'll ruin another one,
Running out of lives
To live in these troubled times
It's all about choice,
Feeding negative,
You get more​ negative,
Giving love,
And life becomes new
A great adventure!

Enter a room
Feel the energy
Flowing into his soul
Hears a song
But he can't read the melody
Words give him everything
In his element
Long night drags on
Living a life
What he wanted all along.

Freedom
Calling for freedom
Chained in contemporary times
An old soul dies
Looking for someone
A fighting chance to live
Longing to give
A piece of my heart.

Friends
Cause you need people
Not just family
To keep you company
And time
Marches on
Though you want to stay young
God knows the end
Isn't what you expected
But it's all I've got
To give you my heart
So don't let negative
Keep us apart.

Closing theme
Just pictures of reality
Old soul cries out
For more sanity
Cause people are flawed
And he can't see
A better way to be
Than an old soul being free.

Freedom
Calling for freedom
Chained in contemporary times
An old soul dies
Looking for someone
A fighting chance to live
Longing to give
A piece of my heart.

D.A. Wittler 17'

April Rain, and the Power of Pain

A few thoughts concerning the nature of hard luck, and tough times:
I used to see a counselor to help me deal with depression, anger, and issues from my past. I used to see a physician to help ease the imbalance of, or low level of chemicals in my brain that somehow keep a person sane, but I found no real comfort there, or solution hiding in some childhood revelation.
You see,  I found the mechanism of my pain, and my survival in a song, or simply a few words shared In a moment to be the best form of treatment there is for someone like me. Like the Beatles lyric says, "I am the walrus." I am the oddball in the room standing beside the elephant making silent noises.
And so there are memories I keep, and friends I seek to share this journey through life. It may seem at times that I have succumb to the miseries of this world, but it is for me the best therapy I can imagine to find a way through it all. Thank you all for listening to the walrus in the room.
God bless!

          April Rain

Some days I get tired of rain
Falling on pavement like pain
Shooting through my body
Like a memory that will never go away
And I never want to be alone again.

Some days give me sunshine
To take away this sorrow
And I will keep going
Though it's an uphill battle
Please tell me tomorrow.

Some nights get me thinking
Want to beg or borrow
Just a little comfort
To ease my troubled heart
But there's no one there to care.

But give me hope tonight
No more grey skies come morning
And I will keep going
Like a traveler with a destination
Lord I'm coming home!

Of Love And Science

A few thoughts:
They say love is like a chemical romance, it is our ability to overcome human nature, and learn how to cultivate the proper amount of hormonal balance that leads to a lifetime of connection with a special someone.
 Well, I don't know much about chemistry, but I can recite a little poetry, my mind quote some history, but when it comes down to biology, I must be totally off my rocker because all I know is blood is red, whether inside or outside, roses are lovely until they prick your finger, and then they become a two edged sword of give, and take where one is a persuir of beauty, and the other a dreamer of windswept nights, and golden days of happily ever after.
So what is love, and why the scientific explainations?
For some, it is easier to find meaning in a test tube refining one set of ingredients with another, and for others it is the elusive chase for something​ greater than the sum of their parts thrown together in some random soul, searching, and  yearning for a match made in heaven.
And so, we are a grand composition of earth, wind, and fire, yet human in our desire beyond a mere chain reaction. It is the soul that makes all the difference, and a greater trust in faith, and God that leads us onwards to realms unknown towards the elusive final product called true love.

For Loss of "Little Friends."

A few thoughts: On those days when you know something terrible is going to happen, like the immenent passing of a family friend, and pet, the world shrinks just a little bit, and reality grips you with it's grim taste of bitter wine.

And so I dreamt of my little friends today, because the night takes me away for lesser things to occupy my time than walks through the neighborhood, or sharing a nibble of bacon from breakfast. We love them dearly because they give us so much unconditional love, and trust beyond measure. They show us life is about simple things that make us happy, like a warm place to cuddle up with our favorite person, or a roadtrip through the countryside​. They tell us with every bat of an eye, or wag of the tail that we are the center of their world, and God gives us such precious little time to learn from them to never hold grudges, appreciate what we have, and to never lose the enthusiasm  we knew as children. They teach us that it's OK to laugh at ourselves once in a while, be silly, or simply lay back after a good meal, and take a nap. I will truly miss my little friends Annie, and Alex; true friends I know will be waiting when time finally calls me to that place beyond dreams, and expectations the world uses to steal away our better selves.