Runs.
Do you ever wonder what is the point of it all when it hurts as you fall through the cracks in the lie that is life as we see it through eyes full of angst contracted from the hate that we feel in a world that is dark?
See, somehow I feel alone in a world full of clones of a god never seen but he speaks to his kids in a way that is strange and it seems that he’s gone for the good of his grace we’ve disgraced what he dreamed so he’s sad and afraid of the mistakes that he made as he made us.
Kundalini
I feel the light of seven gods slither up my spine
I feel the pain from top of head as my third eye opens wide
I see yours colors change in tune with when you love and hate
I harvest burst of pleasures end so I may self sustain
Paint a picture with words
Observe hate don’t intervene
Draw within the lines or die
Walk within these boundaries or be forever know the scoundrel
Don’t speak mind
Speak mine and all is fine
Drums
My heart beats like quest love was seated behind me.
Death in my lucid dreams.
I murder poets with ink. For some reason they don’t bleed.
See, I birth words that give hope to those in need of boats as they float through the shit creek of life as it rains.
I do feel pain. Reached for procaine but grabbed the pen instead.
Now these thoughts can leave my head.
I don’t want to live anymore cause I don’t feel like I’m living
If only they took the time to look in my eyes they’d see I’m beyond my limit
Just hope I find the peace I seek before I decide to commit it
Caged
Depression had me caged
Then I escaped just to find out that life still had me chained
Exhausted from the pain
Afraid that I can’t obtain the change that I crave I may lay my self in the grave never claim to be brave they say that I’m insane
Sit in silence while crying out for help
Trying to understand the hand that I was dealt
Ask god for forgiveness If he answered I must have missed the sign I sigh as I fall asleep knowing reality awaits me when I wake
No Title.
We claim to live and learn but the village burns from mistakes we are ashamed to admit that we made
We say life is metaphoric yet we run from metamorphosis every word of rhetoric makes us more metamorphic
We try to stand out in a world full of sheep the only escape is a dream as we sleep so it seems we are all the same
It ’s not conscious what connects us its emotional esteem so by nature we are reckless
Four.
Lay your problems on me
I’ll carry the weight of your thoughts
If you give me the key to your heart
Cry if it helps
I’ll lend my arms to the cause
If I can hold you for the rest of my life
Scream if you need
I’ll give my ears to your angst
If you will love me forever
Three.
I hate that I feel the need to understand the grand plan of the universe
Search for wisdom that I know will hurt
Know I should enjoy the moments that make life worth all the struggle
But that’s where I struggle
A man of the masses
so average
why do I matter?
what happens after?
I want to change the world
Yet I can’t change my own
Some days I can barley change my clothes
Some days I hope life is close to coming to a close