Hope has no merciful face.
It bludgeons us harder
Than despair
To which it turns
When the result spurns
Our expectations!
Yet ironically
Most adored is hope,
A sauce for the sufferer
A spice to spruce up
The leftover
From the last despair,
Never really tidying
The ashes of shattered dreams
But staying back
Till our last breath
Goading us to hold onto it!
Walking into the room full of quiet minds all sitting in common posture,
In the open corner I meet you lying down in your own comfort reading!
So I acknowledge your difference by complimenting you to celebrate!
Beginning our conversation was limited do to life differences, however;
We did not let it stop us for we saw Light and grabbed the hope inside of it!
In a second we connected, In a minute we established, In an hour we experienced,
Honest True Friendship!!!
There have been many Hugs, conversations, expressions, discoveries, challenges, boundaries, limits, with an endless number of more breath taking experiences that only we have together!
Through every Breath taken together in our friendship so far we both can only look ahead with
Pure Hope!
For our future is untold but our Hope is Alive together Forevermore!!!
I got the blues like James cotton and the crew
The blues in my hands
Like the crew and James c.o.t.t.o.n
Not like k.r.a.f.t
More like zatarains r.i.c.e
...A lonely mans meal
The blues
For crying out loud my ol lady left me
Every 5 minutes for 9 minutes
I cry without tears coming down my eyes
So no need for a bucket
My cheeks are dry
I cry through my trumpet
My cheeks are cramping
I cry so often and so long
The way in which my feet tap you can't tell that it's a sad song
I thought I would've Lost harmony when Monica left
But my harmonica explains the exchange of breaths going through my chest
Yet, blues explains my mood
On stage with my dudes
Audience in-tune with my news
The blues
I got the blues
Can you relate?
Did she escape?
No wonder why you're rapping and sagging
Bluffing and bragging
And your not huffing; puffing , and nagging
To get a case of the blues the love between the two once upon a time had to be true
I got the blues
And it's hard and complicated
I am strung like the guitar
...Observation!
There's no contemplation
Nor hesitation
I abandon my mentals
And create instrumentals
I got the blues
And to prove I have the bruise
Heartache and headaches
Allow me to groove
The blues, skies, teals, turquoises
No lies, tears nor voices
Real blues like fats, Percy , Ruth, king, archibald "stack-a-lee", hank Williams "nobody's lonesome for me"
The blues
My aching trombones
Drug free, but my bass is laced
I let my fingers rake
The blues
She don't know what she had
Hope that I can put down my flask
when I move on to jazz
We sell two albums on itunes you can buy them and sample them if you search loud with love thank you !
im just being me, myself
it's hard at times though
but ill be me whether or not the suns out
I'm just being me, no one else
standing in a line, soaking energy from something else
and I'll be me, whether or not they accept me now
I'm just being me, ask someone else
they'll tell you I been me all along
true words coming out their mouths
cuz I've been me since the day I was born
dont let no man conflict it
let um um all be fare warned
Ill be me
you be you
do whatever it is you want to
ill still be being me
regardless of what i get put through
ill keep my smile on as i get to where i get to
could find another way
be someone else today,
but it just would feel right
being me is too tight
toot my own horn
push my own buttons
nobody else is me
wouldnt trade it for nothing
so Imma be me
you be you
go wherever it is that youve got to run to
imma be me
imma be here
hope this is what you need to see things clear
for the past eleven
nights I have been met
by a boy whom I
do not know
in my dreams
he has closely cropped
curly hair
the color of sand and
wears tshirts and jeans
as if everything besides
those two items is
much complicated
he shows me a place
in this world that is
not filled with hate but
a place filled with
security, comfort, peace
and a place where there is hope
I am sure
that I will meet him someday-
but until then
I should not forget
that dreams are nightmares
too
as nightmares
wear disguises
(2.36am | j.g.)
Every night comes panic
My Death finds me
Early in sleep
Rest is not the word
My thoughts are fire
My soul is dry
I see my oppressors
A face in my mind
Mercilessly clear
A different world lives
I can't save them
Victims of fear
The specters hang cold
I'm slow and cold
Daytime is weary
I can feel the sadness
Each me dies alone
How can that be
I hope they aren't real
The murder they find
Punishments unjust
I daily dose and overdose
Freedom from sleep
Close to peaceful
I just need assurance that someone out there still has hope in me.
people always say "that was deep"-but what does deep mean, like blood coursing through veins?-could it be general pains or maybe even psychotic dreams-to be deep would be deep in thought, im assuming not literal-its like you're jones'n fora specific mental flow-almost like you lost track of what you had-psh...i guess that expression is true, you dont know what you've got till its's gone
but since were talking about the individual its definitely not impossible to find-i guess we can just throw a rope to the soul with a hope it gets caught-like fishing line we search for that rock bottom, because life is much sweeter when we crawl from our caverns-since we dig these ourselves we navigate them quickly-its the abundance that gets us, rather the dig deep-in our soul we search for this attribute that we have always admired-hoping to base our life around that fuel that fires us
--BRD
Hello, I hope to be your smile
I want to ease your cries
I want to hold and love you, darling
- There's beauty in your lies
Tell me your story
tell me your secrets
But not a sound from me
And if you want to hear my whisper
You'll wait on bended knee
I'll give you a piece of myself now, gorgeous
No, not my heart; you don't deserve it
You'll keep it close, you'll keep it safe
Now tell me you love me and make it perfect
Oh wait, you do?
No, that's not news
Not after "all I've done for you."
Your heart is mine!
I've won! It's time.
Just stand there and
I'll wave goodbye...
I can feel my heart ready to burst
I'm not a morbid person on the outside
But on the inside my soul is black
Like the sky without stars
Nothing twinkles for me
No candle lights my flame of hope
Is this a disease
Of everlasting dispaire
It makes me so mad I want to pull out my hair
Will my suffering ever stop
Or will I grow depressed until I drop
