Heaven.

Shattering your heart for the chance to love.


Tasting misery to take another breath.

Falling for a mistake worth making.

White noise in the background, sounds I cant hear.

TIME TO FACE all my own fears!

My heart wants what tempts it first.

Run run from a faith that’s shaken.

If I could only walk however many miles until the edge of time.





Why do we have to wait, when the last hour has past.

and when the cold wind blows I feel your pace.

This is one sweet place to forget and lose your space in time.

The whole world and all.



Please don’t regret me,

How we used to be.

And up until someone caught us falling,

we were free.





When your heart cant break again,

and you know it will kill you this time around.

What should be said when your caught in the middle of the war of twos.

Farwell to you in the night with faithless regret.

When you couldn’t be sprung free and cant make your stand.

Bid your goodbyes and pack your stuff away for the next inline for your space.



When your time comes face it bravely and regret selling your soul.

See me setting sail to the land of grace which my own imagination couldn’t beat.

Untie your time and set yourself free from the over flow.

Singing on a lonesome day when your not coming back again.

To Be Breathing.

I know I left you speaking but hey I’m ready to love you now.

And I’m stuck in time!! Please help me!!

I choose wrong, I know!!

I’m the child that needs to be bless on his knees.

If you could never know!!!

Please just be my only.

Just one more chance, because giving up is to easy!

I dare you to let this be! Until the edge of time..

Oh! oh, oh, I feel you freeing from home.

You said you’d always stay!!! But we’re so far away.

And I wish a lesson learned at the end of your day.

2011

When we wake up from a dream, and life seems to real to cope.

I see what lies beneath, where innocence cant last.

What it is really between a dream and a different place.

I can recall her face but I don’t know her name.

She’s in my head and wont let go.

Wake me up when this dream ends and life begins.

When you think its all right but the photographs all lie.

It went well for a while but its time to see what is right.

Nothing can be predictable when everything is out of sight.

When we lose the fight,

and wake from a dream that we wish was real.

We cant choose another path the turn the blame.

A letter to "her name"

Hello “her name“, I am ashamed that I haven’t properly introduced myself. I suppose your overwhelming ornamental radiance caught me as though a deer in headlights, So please excuse me. My name is Christopher Robin, as I’m sure you are fully aware. I don’t know exactly why I felt the need to speak forth but I felt it was finally appropriate. Please don’t misconstrue my complements as miss placed vulgarities, It is simply over elegant puffery. I imagine you receive many wondering eyes, purposely place in your regard. I hope you are well tendered, and respected by those who you congregate. I hope your life is what you wish for and nothing less.

“Au Revoir”

- R. Sparrow

6/17/2011

Whether I fall in love or from grace, I place this bow directly to face.

I seek no lies and crave deep truths, From one eye to another I wait, gander on ward to trust in faith.

The faith I must have to love one from a land where the soil will never reach.

May the ground no longer be my voyeur and seek the clouds as my new home.

I have fallen for you.

With your benevolent spirit grasps my every waking breath until I am given no choice but to awake this dreamer.

Cast your drapes to cloud out the truth hidden from plain sight.

Make no mistake to match my hearts pace.

6/17/2011

Beneath the hill where truth is created custom to fit,

A vision to replace what you see.

To be pretty and elegant without worry.

Done in such a hurry it’s a wonder how we seek what’s right

When life becomes so silly and your lit up with all your eloquent memories.

When your much to high to want to leave this behind.

Don’t look down and save your temptation.

Seek your savoir and outlast the fleeting fame.

When your walls burn down and only glass is left to see.

Give your hand nothing to take from

and live with whispers from your fallen.

6/19/2011

I can not help but picture this hard to place face,

stitched into race from place to place.

Where whispers of grace have no pace.

Free to roam

Free to feel

and onward I chase.