Your Lips Are Scarlet

A powerful song
Flows straight from your lips
But I cant make out all the words
Dont get me wrong
Yeah, I've come to grips
But what I saw was almost absurd

What can you say
When its already been said
Plain words can not possibly work
Ill go on my way
And Ill try not to dread
Those phrases that make my heart jerk

Your lips are scarlet
Your lips are scarlet
They move like the springtime
Even when there is no rhyme
To utter, not breath to be had
Your lips are scarlet

And you move
Like the rhythm
Of the wind and the rain
And there's silence
In the hard times
When there's nothing to gain

But there is one thing that is always the same
One t

Your lips are scarlet
Your lips are scarlet
They move like the springtime
Even when there is no rhyme
To utter, no breath to be had
Your lips are scarlet.

Your lips are scarlet.

It is a problem when one cannot do what one loves to do. When the singer can't sing, when the drummer can't drum, and most of all, when the writer can't seem to write. What happens to one's being when the desire is there but the ability, or better yet, the inspiration, is gone? And what is it that steals such a thing as inspiration? Maybe the single answer to this question will never be known but there are many answers that apply to a single person's situation. For one person it may be that something horrible happened to them. Something painful...traumatic enough to be able to yank out the life one once lived and twist it into something dark and empty. For another person it may be that they let their inspiration get out of hand and let it hurt them, or even worse, hurt someone else whom they loved. One can hardly see that happening, but it does. One must reign in their thoughts, feelings, etc and use them for their own true purpose. If one doesn't and lets their thoughts and feelings do exactly what they want then you potentially will end up causing a kind of "war of mind" which pillages and sometimes burns the sanctity of one's relationships and one's own ability to interact efficiently with one's own self. Some people call that "going nuts" or in some extreme cases "losing touch with reality".

But really the number one reason for a loss of inspiration is an infliction of unintentional blindness. Blindness not to physical objects or light but to one's own true self. It can be inflicted by many different things. It can happen when one thinks one has found something or someone that will make their life better but actually distracts or even intentionally removes inklings and ideas from one's soul. Sure, this removal can be caused by a person but usually its caused by other things. Your new big screen television. Your brand new convertible. You new and improved video camera. A sparkling 2.1 carat diamond(s). Your high tech computer. Even your new pair of 100 dollar shoes.
Or how about your collection of movies. Or music. Or video games.
Or your magazines. Seventeen. Vogue. US Weekly. Maxim.

Things. Things are the number one reason for blindness.

So...to continue to be inspired one must become aware.
See your surroundings and understand your situations. Look for yourself instead of getting lost in the emptiness of other people's fantasies. For one to truly be inspired, and in turn inspire others, one must, MUST, escape the vacuum of popular culture, break free from the vice of modern technology, and make oneself able to handle entering into our new and improved world without being trapped by it. If a person can do that then that person is freer than a lot of people on this crazy train named Earth.

And also don't forget, true freedom is found only in the one we call Father. He invented inspiration and creativity. He created everything. We owe it all to Him.