for the long road home

the long road ahead
many miles already gone
once a life of dread
for the long ride home

looking back at the movies

the movies of my life
i see the pain and tears
the long road of strife

and through the past

i’ve grown so strong

i look to the future
of a life so long

i stop for a glance

before it’s all gone
one last look at life

for the long ride home


Like a sprawling canvas
After an artist’s distinct touch
Stretches the sky.

A mosaic of all textures
Swirled round about,
A never-ending kaleidoscope of color…

The sun looks across the expanse,
Gleaming through the wispy clouds
Sending ribbons of radiance down upon us.

All the different splashes of color,
The dark clouds, the sunbeams, combining
To create a different masterpiece each day.

The same ingredients to work with day after day,
Yet no two skies ever look quite the same.
It is ever changing… A work in progress.

Sometimes I wonder if we should view our lives the same way…
Sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy,
Always different with each sunrise.

Sometimes it seems as though the canvas is opaque,
Filled with the clouds of our trials and troubles.
And we can easily lose our way in the darkness…

We have to remember that the sun shines each day,
Even though we can’t see it sometimes, and the clouds
Help us see our lives in a different way.

We have to realize that every cloud
Gives way to sunshine in due time.
We just need to be patient and keep the sunglasses handy…

– Blake Shoemaker


Falling without end,
Nothing to save me,
Darker and darker…

I cry out for help,
Voices answer the call,
So many, yet so few…

Yelling to me in the void,
“Reach for me!” “Come to me!”
Where to turn? Who to trust?

Scarred by my past,
Afraid of being misled,
Terrified of the pain…

Like an abused and abandoned animal,
People try to help, not realizing why
This creature shies when they near.

I am looking for the answer,
But the darkness is thick
And everything is distorted.

I choose to fall alone,
Not wanting to drag others
Where this troubled soul is irrefutably plunging.

Maybe those who watch
Learn from my troubles
And avoid my fate.

Falling, falling, falling…
Out of sight, out of touch,
Out of the picture.

– Blake Shoemaker


i see your face
across the room
i see you look at me
and i look at you
you take my breath away
i gasp for air
our eyes lock
our thoughts meet
if only for a second
you mesmerize me
i see worlds unseen
think thoughts of never before
my knees go weak
my palms sweat
i don’t believe in love at first sight
but you
you are different
you are unique
and in an instant
you are gone

crooked path

been walking down this path
living life all the way
obstacles that come along
create this crooked path
crooked life to live
what i do on this path
is all my own
my own life to live
to figure out
where this crooked path leads
leading past the corrupt
leading past despair
into the turmoil
and tumultuous times
this crooked path does lead
where i don’t know
but i shall remain
walking this path
of life
this crooked path of life
down this path

where is this

the lights
the sounds
the stars
where is this
the center of everything
yet so far removed
who is that
oh, i don’t know

the pictures
the smells
the taste
where is this
center of it all
and i’m in the middle
who am i
just a face in the crowd

my escape

how i get away
to another world
my escape
my drug of choice
pure joy
pure happiness
although it’s hard to believe
hard to find
don’t lose them when you do
the feeling you love
when nothing else matters
when no one is around
pure and simple
this feeling can’t be beat
i have to get away
my escape
from the pain
the hurt
the trauma
the drama
no more
my escape

worst thing

meeting you is the worst thing for me
i could do without
i should do without
i don’t need someone to love
i have myself
that is all i need
i can make myself happy
i can feel joy
i can feel happiness
meeting you
makes me wonder
you seem so right
you so wrong
i love you so much
but i know you’re the worst thing for me
can’t get you out of my mind
thoughts always come back to you
to me
to us and what could be
what could be i sit and think
could i be happy
could you be the one
could i love you
could you love me
could it be
we’re meant to see
but i think you’re the worst thing for me
as much as i care and long
for you to be there
i can’t help but think
how it would be
without you in my life
what if i hadn’t met you
what if i didn’t see
that you’re the worst thing for me
i love you
to love me
to love you
and the future
what a view
it could be
even though
you’re the worst thing for me

i am

i am
such simple words
such profound meaning
i am simple
i am strong
i am loving
i am caring
i am alone
i am seeking
i am asking
i am
such simple words
so profound
i am me
i am happy
i am sad
i am joy
i am peace
i am love
i am alive
i am
so profoundly
simple words