Once the seals are broken
And the walls cave in.
What's left are the unspoken
Bound by akin.
You may curse your playing cards
But with your elongated arm
Everyone knows this is your
Sacrifice, oh the pain.
No one knows what can kill you has just begun.
Edifice, and in spite.
No one even cares because no one loves you.
The men and their messages
Say goodnight, Cynthia
Tomorrow's def to come
And you will soon succumb
Hear the death knell ring
Danza de la Muerte
Oh can you hear the sinners sing
This is how it is everyday
You may hate what you've become
It's not like you've ever been stung
The messages are so overstrung
But you have just begun to succumb
Have you felt the pain
Do you feel it everyday
Now that you have learned to succumb
You can learn to overcome
Boom boom boom
I’m in the firing range
But how I love this doom!
She’s saying I’m blind
I’m deaf and mute
Her tantrums I don’t mind
I know her heart is cute!
Her words I don’t take
Pretty sure on my part
Her anger is a fake
She loves me from her heart.
She curse me day and night
Says can’t stand my sight
But I can vouch it true
Without me she can’t do.
Whatever she says
She isn’t parting ways
I know it she can’t disguise
Love for me in her eyes.
We are distracted by reality shows
And the newest iPod or MacBook
Spell check even corrects the ipod to iPod
Materialism will be the end of our freedom
And the dependence on consumer products and imported goods
Technically, Technology is a blessing and a curse
Memories of the good ol’ days will die
I will not go quietly, or do as you say
or extinguish my light, just to act in your play
I will never endure all your senseless remarks
That spring from your weakness like shots from the dark
I’ve often been fooled by the words of a friend
who lead me on blindly to treacherous ends
I’ve allowed you to hurt me I’ve opened my heart
As you filled it with poison and tore me apart
I will stare at the sun as my anger takes form
I will climb to great heights in the gut of the storm.
I will curse this false trust that ensnares me like rope
that binds my torn wrists and suffocates hope.
I will let my voice sound from the top of this hill
I will sing, I will dance, I will laugh, yes, I will
Its funny when people brag about how much money they make..
When the truth is the dollars worth is Jus as fragile as cake..
And when your flesh kisses death whats the amount you can take...
with you ..
The petals flourishes then they whither away..
Not a cent..
So tell me if this make sense..
Pharaoh's died and put gold in their tombs and it been there every since..
So What does wealth mean..the lust for more equals greed..
Whats your 30 pieces of silver will you betray the king..
Money over everything..
Are you aware what that really means..
Its like saying money by any means..
World full of Judas
surrounded by the truth but tainted by unbelief...
Cash in hand but unaware of a misfortune..
Money is not everything a victim of the distortion ...
Of success.. called the American dream..
The pursuit happiness...
Plus the confusion of what it means to be bless..
Remember Job still called on God when it appeared he had nothing left..
Pain from boils on the flesh..
Prayed to God not treasures in a chest..
You look in see Greed's pollution..
When people need solutions..
1.4 trillion spend on a war like we need more shooting..
Screaming we fighting for freedom thats an illusion..
A False freedom your a slave to that freedom..
We are to fight for the Kingdom....
Yes the Kingdom of God...
You know thou will be done..
Thou kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven..
Instead of being a part of this spiritual recession..
Bluntness hear no discretion....
I am Gods art how could I not be his living expression..
If all u talk is money than ur a mouthpiece for Satan check your reflection...
The love of money is like an infection...
So this is a lyrical tax invasion..
Putting a stop to this money glorification..
I hope u kno that private banks controls the countries inflation..
They could stop homelessness..
They print money based on their personal legislation..
I thought this country was founded by Christians...
Hard to tell that the Constitution was inspired by scripture..
How u own the whole block of cheese n cant share a piece with a nibbler..
Praising a figure..
Yes im pointing fingers...
one hand round the Bible..
Pray that I wont ever need triggers
Modern day golden calf..
Like Moses speaking to save u from Gods wrath..
You have 2 ask Jesus into ur heart then follow his path..
Cash screws everything around me.
Seems that the money comes with causalities
Seen Lump sums destroys families..
Capitalism to me is a calamity
American nightmare displayed as a nice dream..
I am very aware the coming of Christ is not a pipe dream..
Awake while you sleep life is not what it seems...
You ready to eat poison ice cream..
Well here's a scoop of the truth..
Mr. senator gets paid more than troops..
Yet other men is his protection.
Right now my cousin in Afghanistan armed with a weapon..
Other there is a warzone...
But Mr. Senator your home.
In God we trust but won't step outside your home alone..
I depend on Christ..
Depend on man where's Kevin! Left Alone twice..
I am on fire so they take my matches..
More fear more security they increase my taxes
Should I trust banks money stuffed in the mattress.
Only God matters and your faith in him will matter more when the economy collapses
Let's define the word worth...
Well to everyone its different to some its a designer purse.
To others its its a NFL logo on turf..
To me if your worth is not in God then it is curse..
Let's drop the "th" and add ship to the end..
Where your worth lies is in what your worshiping. .
Of course people are not content..
When they worship their ends and men...
Will I be damned because of my Lust..
The way the world see it they like whats the fuss..
Through the grace of God I kicked the porn but there's residue and dust..
The love for my wife but lust births a visual rush..
That flow through my optics.
My wife is the only option
A level of self control so I don't touch..
Like thoughts aren't adultery
Praying that these women don't approach me..
Can't Cross the line can't get called for encroaching
My curse is this lust.
My wife feel that I don't love her the same..
Her heart show disgust
Because of the change in her frame..she thinks my eyes show disgust..
My carnal film replays images .
Fully naked women..
Fooled myself into believing that it was practice or similar to a scrimmage..
God open my eyes to the realities of my addiction..
As u hear these words can you feel my conviction
Can u see my transparency..
These words spray clear like windex..
The view of the truth is damaging..
But God heals wounds miracle moves on tragedy..
This world causes battles in the heart..
Blood, Sweat and tears to stay faithful to wife and God
Lust my Battle scar
When will these scars heal from the pain inflicted by you?
They don’t heal fully especially scorned because of the hurt inflicted upon me too.
For believing and trusting in you, I have only myself to blame
Bashing words resolves to injury and you never will be ashamed
Don’t bite the hand that had been supportive all these years
Who else will make you smile when you are facing your fears?
You can judge me if you will but how will it manage when there’s no changing me at all?
Tough love is an excuse for this abuse, smothering me indefinitely; make your decision, its your call
How could you not be in misery to see me at my worse?
Believe me; your presence each day is more harmful than a persistent curse
When I’m down, I am starting to realize our reality’s brutality
In the end, it’s not worth the unessential quality
Once a person returns to their feet from a weakened, the hole you’ve dug yourself in will be deep
All the kind gestures I gave will cease to end when your whole world is falling apart you will finally see how much you’ve done to me
Any type of love has hurt inside it in any bond we make
Our pride and feelings was always at sake
In the early morning light
I woke up sweating in a fright,
You weren't there, I guess my dream came true.
It hurts, it burns,
In my heart a curse,
It grows in strength like a young boy's tears,
And silently spreads, like how cancer appears.
If I ever fall apart,
You'll love and heal my quiet heart,
And thanks to you, I know no one will touch me.
You protect me from the cold,
you renewed my faith of old,
I'll take these prayers now,
Unfurled like greens in spring,
The gifts the days of light bring,
And pray to God my love returns.
I'll wait for you still, soldier dear,
I'm but a girl, but I'll not a shed a tear,
For nothing sears like a parent's worry.
Deep inside your father's eyes,
A hidden thing, blackened in the ash
Of a legacy inherited, passed,
In times of fire and peace
And you're the one to carry
What your grandpa also has.
There's naught to do,
The climb's not through,
And it's unfortunate that not just I depend
On the hopes that are born
From the loves you're fighting for,
And it's an end
Ceremony at which we'll laugh and cry.
I won't receive a pin,
Except to love the one I'm with
At last, and I've completed
A training of my own.
בשעות הבוקר הקטנות
התעוררתי פתאום, מזיעה מחלום,
ולא היית, וחלומי אמת.
זה צורב, וזה כואב,
כאב שרק קיים בלב
ומתחזק כמו בכי ילד קטן,
ומתפשט בשקט כמו סרטן.
אם אי פעם אתפרק,
תרפא אותי, אוהב, שותק,
ובזכותך אין מי שעוד ייגע בי.
אתה שומר עלי מפני הכל
מפני עצמי, מפני הקור,
ובזכותך אני שוב נושאת תפילות.
אקח את אמונתי המחודשת
כירוק עלי כותרת
באביב, ימי מאור,
ואתפלל שאהובי יחזור.
חייל, לך עוד אחכה,
אני ילדה, אך לא אבכה,
כי אין יותר מדמיע מדאגת הורה.
עמוק בתוך עיני אביך
דבר מוסתר, מושחר בפיח
של מורשת מועברת
בזמנים של אש ושקט,
ואתה הוא שממשיך את
מה שסבא גם עבר.
אין מה לעשות,
יהיו עוד מסעות,
כי לצערי, לא רק עלי אתה מגן.
על התקוות שנולדות
נבכה, נצחק בטקס גמר,
ולי לא תנתן סיכה,
חוץ מלהיות סוף- סוף איתך,
וגם אני סיימתי
מסלול משל עצמי.
Now, I know what you’re thinking:
He’s just another fucking heart throb,
Using his fat gob and lazy rhymes,
To tell us he’s emotional.
Well, yeah...you’re right.
What gave it away?
Do my short sentences betray?
It’s the way I play with rhetorical questions, you say?
Perhaps its my use of... pauses... that so delineates me from the others?
Maybe it’s my habit of only speaking from the heart through verse.
Because speaking plainly...I can’t think of anything worse...
I rehearse and rehearse and rehearse,
So if you take poetry away from me, then I curse you for what you have done.
Because I have only just begun...
Without the rhyme, the beat, the rhythm, I am a facade of sparkling happiness...
So that no one can feel me.
Always having to conceal me.
Never showing the real me.
But without knowing what’s wrong, how can anyone ever heal me?
Heal my heartache and mindache and soulache and... headache...
Fuck it...just let me take a nurofen and leave me the fuck alone...
Sobbing in the corner rummaging for some rhymes to spout when I get the microphone...
Truth - That trifling curse.
Once you ignore it, it goes,
When you believe it, it shows,
You the soul of the being,
That stands before you.
You are capable of seeing,
The person that IS true,
To you and only you,
And to deny the truth shining through,
You risk the need to start anew.
But what are you to do?
Swim the ocean, blue?
Say adieu to the truth?
Destroy all that grew between us two,
Until all is burnt,
And I’m left clawing at the rubble,
Searching for you...
And you accrue some new friends,
Some straight up ‘true’ friends,
That will never try and unleash the real you,
That will only make you do what they do,
That will ‘cheer up’, cover up and conceal you,
That will always restrain, contain and enslave you,
That will always...That will never...truly...love you...
Not the way I do...
I love the real you - The face behind that mask.
None will ever take up the task of,
Reversing all the hurt you felt and allowing you to FLY FREE.
The task is too difficult, and it is plain for all to see,
Because first YOU must open up to the possibility,
That someone can love you for who you really are!
Not just the bits that you let them see.
You can’t believe that this is the happiest you can be
There IS more out there.
More to like.
More to love.
More to FEEL.
But it’s hard to feel when you hide inside a shell of yourself.
I tried to make you happy,
But obviously I can’t. I was foolish to try.
Only you can make you happy - by being your true self,
Then...if you want...please...be true to me...