for the eyes that have not seen perfection

for the eyes that have not seen perfection
i will tell you how it is viewed
its a sight that has no similar reflection
its a picture that seperates lie from whats true
for the many eyes that have missed out on the great wonder
hold on to your brain ever so tightly
incase of this extravagance your mind gets plundered
it all starts by isolating the mighty
nothing so perfect is so controled by your mind
it is all controled by your heart
which is why the perfectioists run out of time
before they can even start
failure blockades all people from being perfect
its a wonder why people still try
because no matter your struggles, nothing is worth it
because there is always a flaw seen in someone elses eye


JC

the waterhole

another day
god sets the stage
for another long day
with another big price to pay
lay there helpless
as the morning waits to hit you
then it finally does
but still nothing can convince you
live for something every time u wakeup
ur still seen when u hide behind ur makeup
a two faced person sins twice as much
along with a double doce of twice as rough
so hard and so complicated
so u sit there as it becomes faded
they say theres hope in every open door
but u can twist the knob if ur still down on the floor
the struggle really starts when ur on your feet
if u think ur lifes hard just wait till the first struggle is beat
no matter how much you try
you tell urself u hate it
and u ask why you cant get by
bcuz you are always complaining
life will take u down to the waterhole
but you wont drink anything if ur not in control
so will tomorrow just be another day
another day for your god to set the stage
or will u wake up angered and in rage
bcuz ur sick of flipping through the same blank page
its taken this long for the same thing to finally hit you
life can take you to the waterhole but it cant convince you




JC

the porpus theory

on the sand where i lay my dome down
i hear nothing but the waves acting as my surround sound
sun beaming glare on the great sea waves
another day in paradise another day of praise
for hours upon hours i concentrate on nothing
focus my mind on my life actually becoming something
theres not a tear that can break me
a word that can kill me
every moment that goes by
can only futher still me
but when my time is up
and the day must give in
i life my self up
with a shark tooth grin
look into the endless desert of blue
see a porpus fin come up from the horizon
i learned something that i never knew
no matter the mood the fin will keep on risen

everytime i find myself caught up in that place
i go far away where i am not ashamed to face
my worries my problems the publics vison
no fear of death or regrets of past decisions
mind goes dark
forget all that has been
then i go back to the start
and comence my life again
i fight my way through the rigorous pain
i forget how i lost what i should have gained
no reason to cry when your out in the pooring rain
life is a sanitarium...might as well go insane

one step closer
every day that goes by
and i try
to keep my heart from going wry
i sit staring with my eyes open wide
trying to see through to the other side
and i dont no whats wrong with my eyes
but i cannot comprehend or visualize
my eyes, flooded with tears i cry
i can't see what i got outa my life
i just can't see my real insides
broke down, and my body goes numb
i dont want to believe that i was so dumb
i just wonna find a path and just run
and feel no pain until my path is done

as i glance back into the sunny sea
i see the porpus fin show through rioting waves
at that moment it becomes clear to me
what i cant see will be seen in another day
until then i whipe my tears and stop running
no longer my life occurs to me as stunning
i find my self and slow my thoughts down
as i am overwelmed by the surround sound
it hits my ears and i almost fall to the ground
and now i no my lost mind has been found

who would no stopping to relieve ones self would become a bad habbit
if the dog wouldnt have stopped to take a fecies it woulda caught the rabbit
sometimes you gotta whipe your eyes
suck in some wind and realize
u cant get through life regretting the past
you gotta live in the midst of forgetting the wrath
just like the porpus, keep on coming up for air
showing your fin to let everyone no ur still there






JC

deep november

and once i begin to remember
all i know gets lost forever
wasted my life searching for treasure
weaving my way oh so clever
nothing now can make it better
wait one more year for the end of november
to the same god my life i surrender
under his wings he is my defender

you cant take names down over something like this
you cant walk with picket signs pumping your fist
there is nothing you can do about somthing in the past
you gotta keep your mind together and continue down your path
rage is not a feeling its more of a criminal
it pushes you over the edge and you lose all control
living in rage is like living in a penatentary
the pain is endless and it seems to last a century
insane minds cause insane thoughts
ppl that are blind see with eyes of rot
useless, in all imaginable ways
the sun dosnt come out everyday
even the sun has its way of taking a fresh breath of air
let the clouds come over so its as if the sun isnt there
when your sickly terrified and all you no what to do is cry
call for the cloud cover and find the time to whipe your eyes
crying dosnt solve any problems
you gotta stick up for what u want if you want to solve them
be the best you can be and hold on to what you got
because when the sun rises tomorrow all might be lost

deep november used to be happy time
with happy days to get some stress off your mind
the snows first birth and the grounds first freeze
a time when it seemed you got everything you need
now its a time of depression and tears
a time of anger and a time of fears
i honestly do not no what to think of deep november anymore
its a time of consistant closed and locked doors
no hope no dreams can become durring this period
im not worried about it coming its a matter of fearing it
i hate to bear so much sadness all at once
in a time that used to be happy and u got all u want

i hate to say that i hate deep november
and of the good times i remember
they are all lost in my soul forever
wasted my life searching for treasure
when it was right infront of me but i couldnt mesh it together
nothing now can make this better
to the same god my soul i now surrender
under his wings he is my defender





JC

half departure

as you try to fight your struggle within
a bigger fight inside you begins
your heart is twisted into a knot
and all pride is taken from the battles you fought
no stars no stickers to mark your fame
your just a rookie learning the game'
you wont let go of the people of past
the longer you hold on the longer it will last
it is ok to love but selfishness is just unfair
you cant take back the ppl god wants up there

sitting at the camp fire and u have trouble breathing
your minds running in circles and you cant comprehend what ur seeing
as ppl notice your uncommon actions
you carry on with your eyeballed attractions
when the air gets thick and your body just freezes
you cant think of anything else to do but go to jesus
and then u feel your self be relieved in arms you lay
into the savior arms u now lay saved

fainted, and not thinking anymore
in the hospital just across from the gift store
the ppl that love you are worried sick
but what for, bcuz you can not handle it
you need to let go but you want to hold on
to scared to let go into the world beyond

in the end its all the same
we are all rookies in this infamous game
we cant spend time winning bcuz when all is said
we all lose as we wound up dead



JC