There are small moments in my life
where the waking world
slows to a dialogue.
Asking to let the river come.
To wash away the sawdust
from woodchips
set to a fine puree
in the blending of my heart
sounding off midst thunderstorm
midst sun shower
midst silence
midst hunger pang
midst every hungry lover and everything in between.
A little mental friction
for a lot of features
content to become words.
Sounds that become symbols
becoming a box.
Express delivery
intending to deliver me.
Here, here, it’s here finally.
Talking to flowers
I feel guilty for having starved;
"Wake up little ones,
the bees thank you for breakfast
their queen sending her regards in all in an instant.
Heralding her approach with a question,
"If ever body of water is the same then how come we give them different names?"
My insides swell as the pitcher empties
a cascade of the liquid life force each of our bodies are known to contain.
Despite all the knowing,
despite the constituents of our anatomy being hardly a mystery
I still find myself capable of pondering a stranger's.
Even stranger to think of any beauty before me
as a complex wave function.
trinkling into my sight on waves of light
like water over hungry flora hoping to make something of those same waves.
She's here
the queen's words shining in every droplet
and they say,
"given enough time stars become people, becoming you,
becoming a cog in the clockwork that becomes the reason
we thrive."
Reminding me, though the light may play tricks with my sense,
anything anybody else ever has told me about beauty has been a lie.
This is THE soul reason to even be bothered to write this dialogue down.
So I may lie to you.
An open book so you may be certain.
Have you ever been so certain of something?
It seems all that could ever be true is the royal you.
Sliding perspective's scale over a notch
you become the queen's resolution,
laboring to unify a single mind
and the world becomes you
watering flowers out of guilt.
Transforming what you know to be most real,
washing over you
like seredipity on a day
where everything has gone wrong,
into right
into a dialogue
into you
into everything
and back.
Life is to short
to go through it in a blur.
Life is to short,
to fight with friends.
Life is to short,
to push the ones you love away.
Life is to short,
to worry about silly things.
You need to slow down
and enjoy the world around you.
Because you never know,
it may change in a blink of an eye
You need to stop
taking things for granted.
Because you don't know what you have,
till it is taking away from you,
Life is to short
to go through it in a blur.
Life is to short,
to fight with friends.
Life is to short,
to push the ones you love away.
Life is to short,
to worry about silly things.
Can I have your attention please?
Imagine if Tupac wrote this I wonder if
we connected cause this was written on his birthday coincidentally.
Check it
I do this for the ones who died to bring about the change
it's hard to stop the crying when you're standing in the rain
Our politicians lying they're just on a campaign
I realize with three eyes on my astral plane
breaking down a swisher filling it with Mary Jane
So I won't go insane from this knowledge that I've gained
the consequence of speaking out a bullet in your brain
or a one way trip to Guantanamo Bay
Join Forces with the Killers Rest In Peace J.F.K
Man Lacking Knowledge of who killed M.L.K
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing they are not who they portray
as yall can tell I'm back with the word play I see
Brothers killing brothers over colors that they claim
While our sisters are exploited for a dollar and some change
their fathers either dead or locked up in the chain gang
cause they were labeled felons for trafficking cocaine
Mama drop out of school and entered the dope game
was known to pull tricks and do strange things for change
they wanna chill with the gang but when it's time to bang
you'll find out that some of these suckers just wanted to hang
but I broke out of that cage all you need is couRAGE
It's like we're trapped in a maze trying to savor our days
while we're wasting my nights we're slowly fading away
The Lord is my Shepard and now I have not a single need
An infinite given gift given to me for everything that I ever did was a good deed.
So warm the beautiful glow upon my new complexion
As I walked into his crimson fortress I can see all his creations
And they were done to complete perfection.
Following the beams as they all converged into one and another
There showing me the way to my new home
Please mourn and weep no more because I am not alone
In my left hand I hold my father’s hand and in the right is my mother.
Walking hand in hand in this heavenly bliss I am again with the ones I did miss
With all the wonderful things that are up here to do,
Always know that I am looking down upon you.
When you see not a cloud in the sky and you feel the rush of wind come upon you
Fear not for it is me wrapping my arms all around you.
Until we can meet once again, rejoice in knowing that I now sit and eat at the Lords table
And at night he rocks me to sleep in his pure white arms
As if I’m his new born baby in his loving cradle.
(SirCARSr 6-17-13)
Everyone you will ever meet can teach you something
Learn from me, I'll learn from you
Vibrations really matter
It really effects us
Listen to feel them
The soothing ones
The ones the feed the soul
Let it fill us up
Let it heal our spirits
She stared at him from a distance Her eyes hoping for his single glance… Yet she looked away with this one thought in mind “He doesn’t like me, he’ll never be mine.”
He looked at her as she looked away, His eyes glimpsed at her ethereal face, But then he shook his head with this one thought in mind “If she only knew, I’d wait for her through time.”
The bell rang, all the masked faces left, i assume, Thus they both noticed they were the only ones in the room, He grabbed her hand and spoke what had been on his mind, She was about to speak yet he stopped her with a kiss, so mild… “I’ve always loved you, so please, take this heart of mine?”
you should try
wake up with the sunrise
not to early, sleep in late
but when you wake up remember a couple rules for your fate
step one, people before you have done alot
so youre gunna have to do alot if you wana get where you want
you gotta believe in yourself, dont dwell, make your dreams come true,
dont let others hold you in a samn situation too long
be yourself, do what you do,
i stress the importance of being you even though its all that you can do
make money
build the support yourself
last thing you need is somebody elses help
be you
be someone someone can talk to
stay true
cuz lies you cant undo
when youre working hard, dont give up
dont be a fool giving your time to cigarette butts
stand tall
stand proud
never scream
dont be too loud
listen to your elders
then smirk but not with your toungue
hold it all in
then laugh with someone
you should try because the finer things in life make life worth living
and you should try because times on your side and youre always winning
you should try to take what it is you want, and turn it into reality
you can do it if you really want, youre bound by gravity
aint got nothing but time, so keep your head up
aint got nothing but time so i hope you get what you want
and if you want nothing, i hope you still try
for your friends and family
though we do all die
life isnt all sad
thats what this ones about
so i ho[e you try
and never drop out
We sell two albums on itunes if you search Loud with Love
purpose is an uncomplicated subject
we're on a rock, not even a topic, we cancelled our launchpad
gave up,
our purpose is to fill and destroy our cup it would seem
its almost funny how we sit and make others bleed,
its sad
and youd be beside me if you knew the dreams i've had
we can live in other dimisions,
ones not plagued with epiloges of interventions,
war, guilt, boredom, disease
to way i see when i sleep brings most to their knees
no more greed
no punishment for standing still
we get fooled into believing we have purpose,
and then we get billed
its bullshit if you ask me
boys go to war, travel over seas for someone else to be
their fooled into a purpose
while everything is standing still
the earth just rotates around the sun
and the moon helps us to believe its real
we're just energy
chemicals, water, gasolines
a purpose is most likely just make believe
but then again ive seen aliens
they made me feel as if we had purpose
i wasted a goddamned long time
trying to make
the good ones stay.
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Earth shatters!
A surreal flash
of invisible glass and powder
sprays the ground surrounding!
Atop piles of brick and lumber,
where play was commonplace,
our feet gave way;
we flew like the breeze
inside the hurricane of debris,
watching as the sun's light
was slowly expiring.
Toes,
that would aid excited hurdles
o'er bushes now ablaze,
boiled and fused to my shoes
in air as hot as lava,
seemingly for days.
Ousted from Eden,
for no humane reason,
my hands were reduced in an instant
to that of ash!
In the abysmal stew
of burnt flesh draped on pyres,
I threw my busted stumps
and trailing whips of shredded muscle
to the sky with alarm
out of instinct's need so dire!
To think,
my first day in Hell on Earth
started with an ungodly flash!
Height had once made ants
of friends, turned zombies,
fa
ll
ing,
gurgling horrifically,
and leaking now
like our town's fountain
built as a show of peace.
Faces,
that used to call my name
and shout silly phrases
were now erased and removed,
chunked in dark puddles
alongside the smallest of feet
and torn breasts and knees!
Mad men,
who made little sense
to even close friends,
were playing "God" again,
liquifying my playmates
in unusual poses!
Brought to absent tears
and that inevitable death
by monsters married to their lunacy,
we took to suffering quickly
in hateful doses!
First grade,
at the start of World War 2,
had in attendance
the future soldiers ready to fight
for the pride of Poland's allegiance.
Now?
Souls litter the playground;
we, ones forced to remember,
get to meet the ghosts
and the terror it presents!
-Mark Lach
