I touched your life
Very cold and fragile
It fit right into my hands
The future generation of strength
I could feel their united heart beat
"Daddy, we wanna see you now"
"Help us do you the honor of calling you our father"
Time waits for no man
At your bent spine and feeble knees
You will run behind these fragile little one
I touched them with care
They breathe in you pronouncing hope
This cannot be the end of this generation
They scream out every time you kiss my delicate skin
"We want to be in her" they say
"We want to live in her for seven months plus three"
A full term of a mother's love
A full term of discovery
"Let us discover why you care so much about her!"
I touched those little ones with fervour
Listening to their every word
Life that wants to call you daddy
I touched it once
I heard what it said
It is waiting for you to overcome your fears
"Tie her to your knot of love already" I heard them say
"We want to live and breathe in a green world"
"She is the door to our being"
Your Life waits to call you daddy
I read the writing,
30 years old, or older.
My Grandmother wrote,
after a stroke.
it read just like
Now, what was written,
was a copy.
But 5 pages deep,
I was deeply
What a woman.
Pictures only show
me who you used to be.
Your husband used
to call me his girlfriend,
even on his deathbed.
I wanted to quit smoking,
in honor of you.
I cried a bit
at the library,
and just for an hour
I was taken away.
To touch the same paper
you put your pen to,
it truly was an honor.
your daughter is
here, to collect me.
Because that is all
it truly sucks me
And when I look at your
pretty pill bottle,
and try to make sense
of a cancer that made you
ill, how to glorify
a gust of sickly
pills, I am confused
by the nurse,
and the master.
I wish your subtle
be a bit more clear.
I'm confused by the
and saddened to see
myself to be just so
naive. Some tell me
that I'm 20,
a birthday tells me
Who bears the truth,
the truth within,
come out and say
hello, born to die,
don't you hide,
my hair is growing
old lengths once
it's a sign.
oh beautiful man
your mind, god, your mind
i bask in it's shine
i read your words
i love every side of you
i love you in your silence
in your screaming too
i can't explain the draw
the knowledge that i have
you are the master weaver
i wish to be fiber in your hands
how can it be you've captured me
true, i'll follow you eternally
inside me is a raging sea
my heart it's cried an ocean
no one can cherish you as i do
no one will honor and obey
no one will hold a torch as brightly
no one can appreciate your decay
my darling you will never know
what sweet torture i endure
how many times a day i think of you
i pray your name
my heart, it's cried an ocean
i'll sail away
into your arms
i'll proudly stay
you'll finally see why i say
my heart, it's cried an ocean
Eighty-second patch on my shoulder,
fighting for the cause
they told me I’d live
a life of glory,
standing tall with honor.
But what I got
were these two mechanical sticks
I’m living in the thick of it now,
floating in a sea friendlies,
drowning in post-traumatic stress.
The hell with dress right dress,
just give me back my legs.
I live in a land of three stars and a sun
The pearl of the orient, surrounded with sands
A country for years have been independent
Back from the invasions, where history's ancient
With a government tainted with corruption and greed
The beauty has been stripped off leaving our country to bleed
Suffering from apathy, puberty and dread
The people's revolting for their cries never heard
Looking at the Brightside, it is the people that is ugly
Staining the pride of the country with deeds that are unpretty
Beyond that, the pearl still shines with all its glory
That someday will be known for its natural beauty
I am a man who live in a land of three stars and a sun
Red, white, blue and yellow designed the flag of my clan
I'll wave it with valor, the courage for the right I've done
With love and honor here I am born and die where I stand
I dared to whisper aloud, two of the priceless items I wanted; you heard me.
First on my list was getting a once upon a time, adored father and nice guy,
to hear me and know t'was always made known to our sons, he loves them.
I thank you for opening his heart towards greater acceptance and that he
will always and forever honor the existence of the unwritten and binding
contract which undeniably states, in regards to our children, who are minors:
"When you become a parent, it's imperative and mandatory, at all times,
what's in the best interest of children, is to be placed far above your own."
The second item was asking you to ask The Mother of Nature to melt the snow.
I'm very happy that my world warmed a bit and less slippery were our roads.
Signed with love and continuing hopes that never the need will arise again,
to hit my hard working and clever ex who was and is working hard at being
a great dad, over the head with my own style of bricks; aka "my words"!
A beam of swirling light in the heart of the city
As families flee for their lives
Lightning, fire, explosions
Cars being flipped, debris everywhere
Lives taken, just to take
Evil has consumed the city
And its flame seems ever burning
A shock to the corrupted nerves of the city
Goodness and virtue battle the tyranny
But are put in the ground
Left in the rain and forgotten
Why must there be good and evil
It only causes pain
The division, the knowledge, the temptation and the fear
Holy rain fall on me
On these skid marked streets and grow a rose
Red as the blood we all hold
Push my whispered wishes toward your ear
Their full of desperation and curiosity
I trade you the morals, my honor and all I hold true
For all of this evil to be drained from my home
For without the darkness there’s is no need for light
And the ever spirit can rest and the world can flow as intended
So fly high red rose
Gather energy from the land and see
Chant the sacred words and flush this place
Flashing implosion of energy silence the streets
The sun in the eyes of the saved
The children can sing once more
And we can all be as innocent as the children
May the sun forever shine
Guilt free and enlightened they give thanks
Their lives renewed and cleared
Praise the rain drop, praise the rose it has cultivated
Hold it high, in the highest power
They give their lives for the flower
The live their lives for the flower
They only know it to be the truth
For security they go to the plant
But now their freedom belongs to the flower, instead of their own fears and temptations
All hope gone
The flower promised to delete all evil
But the flower itself is wicked
Draining lives and giving false hope to those in fear of the world and themselves
Ignorance is all I see
The love of being able to create something and understand it
The hate of being unable to destroy everything you don’t understand
Cry life look at today you’ll soon know
Wit out the darkness we wouldn’t need light to see
Without the light there would be no darkness to hide what must be seen
Without both there is nothing to see
The universe over my head
I see Life grows, flows and goes
Good or bad it pushes through
The goodness should not be your guiding light
Nor should the badness
You yourself must chose your own path for it is your choice and yours alone
And that is what life is about
The choices we make cause the earth to spin and balance perfectly
Do not let anyone or anything dictate your life
Peace to you I say,
freely as the sun conduct the birds singing.
Trees reach for the stars daily
I live for your delight.
We chill and relax when necessary
and stand for honor and truth.
Voice linger in silent
Eyes are the souls
Peace to you I say, until we are no more.
What i've learned in high school
is that happiness doesnt come in a 2 gram baggie.
That the first time you have sex wont be with the one who loves you.
You wont make honor roll,
and the nights you stay home with purple bags leaking underneath your eyes,
wont be the night you get any sleep.
The day you go into the library to find remnence of someone else written in ink plastered onto the page,
wont be the day you leave your mark on the school.
You wont be cherished... or remembered.
When you go to your first party people will be laced in green and brown with bloodshot eyes.
Not caring what your view on them is.
And when you're drawing in class because you're bored,
You might as well recieve your F now rather than later,
because you dazed off the whole semester.
And when you turn 18 and become independent,
You realized high school never prepared you for this,
Because just a few months ago you had to raise your hand just to go to the restroom.
Well we used to be pretty great
So pretty, pretty, great and everything was right
The light in your hair
When you'd dance and dance
To that romantic phase
I wouldve given anything and everything
To you but now I just write and sing
Things were nice
Oh the air was so light
Everyone said we were right
We only had one big fight
But that was the fight
The fight on that humid night
That humid night
Then you wanted to talk about all these things
But I've never wanted silence more in my life
On our hallowed hearts is etched a pair of broken wings
Tattooed in honor of things gone down the pipe
But I still think and I still talk and I still walk
Because I realized what I thought I never would
That no beautiful thing is just a walk in the park
No declaration of love is only etched in wood
It's written in you
And it's written by you
Written for that one person