They teach us all
That life is just a wish
We were not, until we want to be
So true huh...
Be WiseBe Wise
Everyone, everywhere in the world, has trouble
It may be invited or 't may be not
We should have the sense to solve it properly
Some have it and others have not
I have applied my knowledge and sensibility
When I was in the place
But in the end I had to turn away
And hide my face
The fox, the serpent and the hare
Have inborn cunning to survive
Why chide them for being low.
After all, they are still alive.
Yes we are all doomed to die
But we may overcome so long as we try
Be wise like the serpent
Be cunning like the fox
Keep two holes like the hare
Life is the most valuable thing you have got.
To my vision, at any rate
The kind of fool addicted
To the most dangerous things
Is the kind who never contemplates
The certain risks of his addiction
Or the dangers it brings
Every carton of cigarettes warns
Smoking will hurt the lungs and heart
But the fool never stops
Until "death does him part"
Let me stop at his grave one day
To write a word or two
Upon his headstone vividly
"fools are what fools do"
You may be sure
If he smokes, he drinks cheap liquor too
Seldom is the fool who has only one bad habit
They usually have at least two
And some drink to a stupor and beat thir poor wives.
Their open mouths suck out my soul
As their eyes gape ignorantly ahead
I come forward to challenge their point of view
They cannot follow me
Every age and every faith
'Just gets twisted round some other way'
Only those like me can ever know
What the founders really said
'Temples should be houses of prayer'
Not for the likes of what I see
My eyes may no longer open
To behold the truth when it dawns
Backing the WorldBacking the World
Olympus bade him back a load;
Quite a load 't was.
The two hemispheres that make our world;
But he had to obey.
That was more than a century past;
And today I feel the same.
Till I will be left to my rest,
At the end of all my days.
Back the world upon these shoulders? Why?
I am not so strong as I was then.
I have enough to do in my time;
Must I bear the burdens of other men?
"I am NOT Atlas. Go find another."
The Fate of..The Fate of..
People ask the fate of this world
TV speaks about democracy
There is trouble aplenty with credit cards
That is not what worries me
The world will end
Everything will end in its time
The fate of LOVE in this world
Is the only thing that weighs on my mind
I cannot predict the fate of Love
That depends upon whoever feels it.
I have loved Puabi for ages, maybe
Because I know that she needs it
On and on until Eternity
What is not material may last
My eyes have seen things come and go
Perhaps only Love will pass the test
Love Is...Love Is...
Is not just a word
Not just an emotion
Love is a whole experience
A new, seldom truly discovered world
It reveals its many splendours in the hearts
Of those in Love
Neither she nor I could realize this
Until that moment came to us
Once it came
We desired to be nowhere else
Darkness at the Road's EndDarkness at the Road's End
Long, long have I walked this road
I believed that I knew where it ends
Still I walked and I walked
Scarcely I thought I would be weary
Voices around my dcause their aching
Sundry souls without a care who stop to stare
Cause my old heart re this road will ento breaking
And day or night my old eyes are tearing
Yet through their tears I see well
Where this road will end
In the darkness laid there
By souls who seldom care
*Life Transcended*Immortal poet
Endowed with eternal voice
Life lived on the page.
Angel of RiddlesI asked an angel,
Cloaked in black,
"Tell me that which I don't know."
Scrawled in white letters
Across his back,
Was, "Everywhere you need to go."
I asked the angel,
Face of red,
"Where do secrets dark reside?"
Scribbled in white,
On his forehead,
Was, "Below the scars on bleeding hide."
I asked the angel,
Eyes pure blue,
"Whisper to me Eden's song."
In the whites
of his eyes,
Read, "For the righteous must be strong."
I asked the angel,
Naked and white,
"Why speak in riddles I can't hear?"
Words of black replaced his shape.
Lipstick markings on a mirror.
I AmI am
Lonely, confused, hurting
Tired of fighting
Written WordChildren of the written word
You wield in your minds, voices and fingers
The weaponry you need to fight for truth
In your minds, the ideas
In your voices, the ways to speak your minds
In your fingers, the tools to record them
Stand up and shout out for truth
Fight against the tyranny of evil
Don't sit back while darkness spreads its filth
Address the night as it is
And hand out forgiveness where it is due
For words of passion and love will endure
Rise, oh warriors of truth
Narrate all you can, oh storytellers
Be observant and watchful, oh poets
Let your diction be your sword
As children of the written word, be strong
And spread your words like a raging wildfire
Love AgainI wonder if I'll love again.
I was so in love with you.
Love doesn't come easy.
It's not something I do.
I never loved my mom.
I never loved my dad.
There was never any love,
In any relationship I had.
I'm not alone in this.
There are other's like me.
I met a man who didn't love,
His wife or girl of three.
And so I'll find a man,
Who makes me smile.
I may be looking,
For a little while.
Happiness doesn't mean love.
My heart won't be his.
I don't just fall in love.
That's just the way it is.
That I am not myself
I am the faceless waste of my influences
That I obey the media like a god
And society like a saint
That I am one of the crowd
I do what is expected
What is wanted and what is told
Even when I know it is wrong
That I cannot think
I am a walking machine
That has given up freedom and thought
For the sake of a simpler life
That I hate based on color
On sex and religion
Unless it is popular
To say I love instead
That I am a murderer
A thief and a scoundrel
I witnessed the greatest crimes of our time
And stood by in silent admiration
That I hated because they told me to
I killed because I wanted to
And lied because I could
But worse, I let others do the same
That I'd do anything they'd allow
And everything they'd want
That I prefer to hate myself
Then for them to hate me
All this I confess
The HopeIm tired,but im still inspired,to shine like a diamond
And stay sharp like a gem stone,sometimes feeling like an alien
But this E.T. can still always phone home
Im stayin connected with my spirit which has been resurected
Im so blessed today that my thinking is no longer infected
I didnt just seize the day i own every moment
Im still livin my life,i have a chance and i havent blown it
Out of the grip,i aint living sick
I've seen hell through a needle point
Now i just have a hope shot,thats the hit
Im not stumblin around caught up in my shit
Im walking and not dead,alive for sure with nothin but hope to spread
I have gotten back my dignity.its more then a thread
Its a spool that im weevin, sharin my story to give people somethin to believe in
Ive shed my skin,because it was akin to a prison
Now im truly livin,seeing life through these eyes that are no longer screaming........
Not So SpecialI want to be special,terminally unique and tragically cool
But that in the long run would make me a fool
But im human,just like you,i have risen above,just not above you
We are all connected,its how we keep from being infected
Surviving life can act as a poison,killing us slowly if we allow it
Its up to us to live it,and keep in perspective,to be alive is a gift
I remember when i felt the shift,it kept me from free falling as i began to slip
Its up to me,i have to do this,if i dont ill never truly live free
But freedom as someone once said is just another word for nothing left to lose
But i have everything to lose as well as everything to gain
It was my mind that i had to learn how to train
It was the key to easing my suffering,ending what felt like a cruel vicious game
A softening of the heart,i allowed you to get near it
As the world whispers i can finally allow myself to hear it
Sit still long enough to listen and not fear it
I pushed myself to the edge and as i peered over
ObsessionYou are my obsession.
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Only MeWhat would it feel like,
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
The Refusing HandThe Refusing Hand
Remember what mouths you are feeding,
Because there are people who will stab you in the back
And then ask why are you bleeding?
Two Sides to Every StoryCan't believe you're not here. | Can't you see I'm still here?
I thought you were my fear. | Being silent is my fear.
Now I just want you back. | I'll always have your back.
I have to keep this on track. | I will keep it on track.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. | I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm not sure what to do. | I wonder what you'll do.
A slight buzz is what I feel. | My thoughts you barely feel.
I wonder if you're real. | I promise that I'm real.
I'll never forget the pain. | I'm sorry for all the pain.
You drove me so insane. | You're not really insane.
What if it happens again? | It will never happen again.
How can I call you my friend? | You are my closest friend.
I just want to be happy. | I want you to be happy.
Can I still be me? | Can you accept me?
Tick TockTick tock, the time goes by.
I lay so still and wonder why.
Thoughts racing through my head.
Almost think I'd rather be dead,
Then go through these pointless motions.
Am I depressed or devoid of emotion?
With no happiness, I only feel pain.
Faking this smile is just a drain.
I don't know how much til I crack.
Almost wish for an anxiety attack.
What comes next? More of the same?
A suicide shouldn't be my aim.
When all seems lost, what do you do?
Getting some sleep would be something new.
*Naked Winter*Where are all the leaves?
Nature has done a strip tease
All I see is wood.
Protect MeProtect me from strangers,
Those that want to harm.
Protect me from liars,
Using me for their good.
Protect me from my heart,
It's so easy to break.
Protect me from the voice,
She has such anger.
Protect me from depression,
It can overwhelm.
Protect me from myself,
I'm the biggest threat.
Hard To Handle.........Nothing i have is truly mine,i feel like im just renting this life,with never really an option to buy
Im not alone,but i sure am lonely,I wish i could clone me,so i could hold me as i am down on my knees crying to the sky
I was told for so long i never had a chance,now i am rising up against all the odds
Today im not just a daddy,but im a father,it wasnt to long ago that i couldnt be bothered with that notion
I was drowning under the constant pressure of a life that i couldnt see from the middle of lifes ocean
It was there,hidden by the fog of my addictions to everything but life
I drew a blade and tried to cut through it,it felt like it was hopeless,i kept losing my grip on the knife
But it was life not the knife that i couldnt handle,it felt like it was a ploy against me
I would struggle to stand,it felt like everything was working against me,life wasnt much more to me then a controversial scandal
Walking a tightrope without safety net,having no regret,just wishing i would fall
AloneA dark feeling waves over me.
Right now it's all that I can see.
I look around, but no one's here.
Being alone is my deepest fear.
I try to get out and see what's around.
But not a single friend to be found.
They smile politely, but it's not real.
They don't understand how I feel.
If nothing else at least there's some away.
But when we talk there's nothing to say.
I try to speak, but nobody's there.
I just want someone to show that they care.
My old friendships just seem to die.
I wonder if I should even try.
When I do, I feel so much worse.
This empty feeling is such a curse.
Maybe I should just stop trying.
Maybe that can stop me from crying.