Like CloudsLike CloudsThe ones around meDrift from one place to anotherLike clouds in the sky
Be WiseBe WiseEveryone, everywhere in the world, has troubleIt may be invited or 't may be notWe should have the sense to solve it properlySome have it and others have notI have applied my knowledge and sensibilityWhen I was in the placeBut in the end I had to turn awayAnd hide my faceThe fox, the serpent and the hareHave inborn cunning to surviveWhy chide them for being low.After all, they are still alive.Yes we are all doomed to dieBut we may overcome so long as we tryBe wise like the serpentBe cunning like the foxKeep two holes like the hareLife is the most valuable thing you have got.
AddictionAddictionTo my vision, at any rateThe kind of fool addictedTo the most dangerous thingsIs the kind who never contemplatesThe certain risks of his addictionOr the dangers it bringsEvery carton of cigarettes warnsSmoking will hurt the lungs and heartBut the fool never stopsUntil "death does him part"Let me stop at his grave one dayTo write a word or twoUpon his headstone vividly"fools are what fools do"You may be sureIf he smokes, he drinks cheap liquor tooSeldom is the fool who has only one bad habitThey usually have at least twoAnd some drink to a stupor and beat thir poor wives.
Enough!Enough!Their open mouths suck out my soulAs their eyes gape ignorantly aheadI come forward to challenge their point of viewThey cannot follow meEvery age and every faith'Just gets twisted round some other way'Only those like me can ever knowWhat the founders really saidEnough!'Temples should be houses of prayer'Not for the likes of what I seeMy eyes may no longer openTo behold the truth when it dawns
From the GraveFrom the GraveSome places should be avoided at night;Some places should be avoided utterly.He lay there cold and still under ground,In a grave that nobody dared to mark;Nobody paid for his headstone.Only one watched them lay him under;Only one prayed for his soul.It must be said that the Lord had not heard.No! Indeed, the Other One heard instead.That one alone is lord of evil dead.His preacher was a man of many years,Garbed in foul and shabby clothes;A crooked top hat on his head,A cold and empty gaze in his eyes.When at last the last words were spoke,The deceased replied, "I do thank you for coming tonight.But you know well, as I do, Them Old Ones is coming for my soul."
Like Living DeadLike Living DeadMy hair is whiteFrom the griefThat you gave me, you neverKeep itMy eyes are redBecause I pass each nightLike a living deadBut I must live in the lightThat you shine so brightlyAround my headAnd it must be saidThat you make me sadI want to cryI may find true peaceWhen I die"Oh death, when it comes for meI may or may not resist.That opening in the groundTo enter, I need assist.Will they bury or will they burnOr simply float me in my longship?I cannot claim to know these things;I simply remain here in the dark.Sometimes the subject makes me cringe --But eventually I shall disembark!"by Gytalf2000
FireFireNature has a lesson to learnFire will burn to a suitable heatWe should simply let it burnSo from passion to warm loveLove and learnLet your passion burn
Backing the WorldBacking the WorldOlympus 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."
CamouflageEvery place that I have beenI wondered if I might change my skinBut its hue is still the sameWhiteA leopard cannot conceal his spotsIndeed they are all I've gotSo I end as the sameWhiteChina or IndiaI have foundThough I may tanI'm never brownNo matter how I play the gameI remain the sameWhiteI only camouflage my mind
The Refusing HandThe Refusing HandRemember what mouths you are feeding,Because there are people who will stab you in the backAnd then ask why are you bleeding?Kela Lewis-Morin
Angel of RiddlesI asked an angel,Cloaked in black,"Tell me that which I don't know."Scrawled in white lettersAcross 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 whitesof 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.
Duality of DespairDarkness calls forth my deepest desires,making me tremble with need.The song of blade and blood,the trigger of despair-Nothing can deter my sorrow.Light beckons back,but Darkness calls forward.Forever I sway between the two.Is there a way to appease my inner demons?Can Light really dispel years of inner scars?I want to know.Can I change the person I've been for so long?Can I be remade to Shine?How can I have self worth,when I know I'll never be enough?Why a mistake like me was called into being is beyond my knowledge.All I've desired is to undo the mistake that is me.Is there another way?A way to earn my life?A way to deserve to live?For so long I have felt unworthy.Even now I cannot understand.Others see something or someone within me.Someone to care about or admire.When I look inside,Darkness and shattered pieces are all I see.I can love,but accepting love is harder.I can hate,but only myself.The eternal question of why haunts me.Why am I here?What pur
I AmI amNo saintI amAbandonedI amLostI amHelplessI amGuardedI amHidingI amScaredI amTormentedI amBrokenI amTrappedI amDefeatedI amSlippingI amFallingI amLonely, confused, hurtingI amTired of fightingI amGiving up
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.Continually haunt.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?
ConfessionI confessThat I am not myselfI am the faceless waste of my influencesThat I obey the media like a godAnd society like a saintI confessThat I am one of the crowdI do what is expectedWhat is wanted and what is toldEven when I know it is wrongI confessThat I cannot thinkI am a walking machineThat has given up freedom and thoughtFor the sake of a simpler lifeI confessThat I hate based on colorOn sex and religionUnless it is popularTo say I love insteadI confessThat I am a murdererA thief and a scoundrelI witnessed the greatest crimes of our timeAnd stood by in silent admirationI confessThat I hated because they told me toI killed because I wanted toAnd lied because I couldBut worse, I let others do the sameI confessThat I'd do anything they'd allowAnd everything they'd wantThat I prefer to hate myselfThen for them to hate meAll this I confessDo you?
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.
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.
I'm Just SorryCan't tell why you're still here.I only bring out your deep fear.Constantly near panic attack.Focusing on what you lack.So afraid that I'll go away.Why do you want me to stay?You deserve more than me.Really, what do you see?Trying to be better for you.I don't know what I can do.I'll try whatever I can.I'm just sorry for who I am.
BreatheDizzy, swirly, can't stay straight.The help I seek will come too late.Thoughts are all muddled in head.I can't even tell what I have said.Heart is thumping, head is aching,labored breathing, body shaking.Pull it together, you'll be okay.Just gotta take it day by day.Slow your breath and lay real still.Those thoughts will only make you ill.It's tough to know where to begin.Just start simple. Breathe out, breathe in.
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?
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.
Happy As Could BeThe boy was as happy as could be.A joy to everyone he would see.Stop and chat for a while.He could make anyone smile.Everyone wished they could be him.So pure he was, without sin.But he loved to be by himself.He had hid from everyone else.All the smiles were in vain.His mind was filled with pain.He didn't know how to end.Known not by a single friend.Everyone thought he was fine.He gave a smile for the last time.
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.
Come BackWill you come back?I wish you'd return.But your hatred,I always seem to spurn.That's why I did it.I made things this way.You know that I had to.What else can I say?I really do miss you.It's so lonely here,But your wrath,I really do fear.Is there a balance.Maybe I'll ask.Finding the sweet spot,Will be quite a task.If we can be happy,Just me and you.There isn't anything,I wouldn't do.
Dig DeeperDig deeper and deeper. Don't shut me out.You have so much worry; so much doubt.I know who you are, but it seems too unclear.The details paralyze; filling you with fear.But stop and examine every last bit.Puzzle pieces; together they fit.As much as it hurts, you have to know.Leave it alone and the pain will grow.Everything here is a part of you.Yet it seems like everything's so new.Someday you'll be okay with who you are.Just keep looking. It's not far.One day everything will be so clear.You'll know the details are nothing to fear.
Written WordChildren of the written wordYou wield in your minds, voices and fingersThe weaponry you need to fight for truthIn your minds, the ideasIn your voices, the ways to speak your mindsIn your fingers, the tools to record themStand up and shout out for truthFight against the tyranny of evilDon't sit back while darkness spreads its filthAddress the night as it isAnd hand out forgiveness where it is dueFor words of passion and love will endureRise, oh warriors of truthNarrate all you can, oh storytellersBe observant and watchful, oh poetsLet your diction be your swordAs children of the written word, be strongAnd spread your words like a raging wildfire
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.
This LifeThis LifeThis lifeThey teach us allThat life is just a wishWe were not, until we want to beAnd die