People Say They Respect,
The Stength That I Own,
People Say They Respect Me,
Because It's So Easy For Me To Put Up A Smile,
Respect Is Something You Earn,
Not Something That You Automatically Get,
I've Busted My **** To Be Respected,
But I Am Slowly Crumbling,
From The Alliance's Change In Wind,
I Hate Pretending I'm Perfect,
I'm Human,
You Gotta Respect That,
Do You Respect The Pain?
Do You Respect My Name?
Who Ever Respects Me,
I Respect Them Back,
You Can't Be Respected,
If You Don't Respect,
Let Be Your Teacher,
I'll Teach You The Ways,
The Ways Of Getting Through The Rough Days,
I'll Teach You,
If You Don't Have A Clue,
How To Respect

ME:
A long dark day precedes a long dark night
I've lost to fear, I've lost to freight
Come courage, stength, or even might
I've lost the battle. No will to fight

TR:
Until the day of battles Dawn,
Where we fight together in this war.
For our fallen brothers we shall mourn,
And pray that tomorrow will bring something more.

ME:
But as fighting lives, our brothers die.
Come sword or bow, our time is nigh,
The one escape, towards the sky.
We must craft wings, that we may fly

TR:
When that day comes, we shall escape this torment,
And begin our own ethereal accent.
Until that time brother, we know only death,
But we shall fight until the very last breath.

ME:
But if we escape, is there such thing as life?
Or will it forever be pain and strife?
Until the day of the reaper's scythe,
We shall be mated with a clock as our wife.

TR:
Death is absolute,
Live on dear brother light comes,
Fight until dawn breaks.

ME:
Lights of hope, or lights of fire?
Glowing deep within desire.
The wants and needs of our bodies expire,
As I'm left to hang on a double-striped* wire

You have the power.
The power to make a heart melt.
You have the stength.
To teach selfish people what true love means.
And, it doesn't cost a single cent.

Miss Love, you're so wonderful.

You hold the honor.
The honor of being so sincere.
Also, the way to make true love real.

Miss Love, you're so beautiful.

There's nothing so strong upon this earth.
That can make you so weak.
You don't create havoc.
Or create a heart break.

I just know.
Truly know.
Miss Love, you're so seductive.
That people can feel it in a single kiss.

And when you're not here
You make people wish that you were near.

Miss Love.
Don't you ever, ever change.

An unguarded moment let a memory unlock a door....
a place we had agreed we wouldn't visit anymore.
In the center of the room a lone rocking chair...
memories swept through me , a chill in the air.
The chair began to rock and a familiar perfume...
I was taken back to a place..me and you.
The softness of your hair,the lips, the touch...
oh how I remember what I miss so much.
Daggers of pain pierce my flesh...
all of this memory I have worked to forget.
The chairs' rocking tempo spins out of control..
the air in the room is uncomfortably cold.
I try to leave and resecure the door...
this memory  must be left...I 'm not  reliving more.
The eyes I swam in , how they turned to coal,
the warming touch that went icy cold.
Those lips that spit those final words...
I spin with these daggers..never healed from the hurt.
The demons that invaded our lives of one,
I could have helped you fight but it was not what you want.
My mind is now on full alert...gather the stength..one final ****.
The door slams shut, I find the lock...
Silence  envelopes me...the chair final stops........
One tiny scratch behind the door..I hear the pain daggers drop to the floor.

there is always a cause for wantin a life nice and honest

maybe to make someone proud maybe to keep a promise.

maybe you don't like waste, like keeping your keys in

your cars ignition. we all have our reasons

mine started when i was 13 years of age

just an unmotivated teen going through fits of rage

my dad picked me up after a day of practice

and gave me news that stung more than hugging a cactus

my uncle larry died. i was filled with non belief

and i looked at my dad inviting any kind of relief

but the depressions got it and i need the stength to tell them

to leave cause they are bad guest and over stay their welcome

so months after, while i was contemplating

why the good die young, if this was God just hating

and making my life **** that's when i had my epiphany

i was stuck looking one way, i had to shift and see

that mouring his death wouldn't be allowed with

him. he'd say i was wasting the mind i was endowed with

so i got rid of my morbid fascination

and said no more truency ,disrespect or procrastination

i promised to walk the path my uncle paved

in the hopes he will be proud from beyond the grave.

Bodies lying here and there,
torn clothes everywhere,
Some little girls crying near the bay,
Some little girls hiding behind the hay,
It's the month of May,and
I still remember this day,
When I refused to use my stength,
Gave up, laid down,
Could no longer fly high,
I was forced to drop on the ground,
Just because some hands pulled me down,
And swept me across the room
To fulfill their needs,
When I come to think about it now,
I should have stomped their throats,
When I had the chance,
I should have fought,maybe
I could have saved,
Others and every one,
If only I roared.

It takes some time to take away
The blessing in my life today
It takes more that just a blow
You dont only need to throw
I doudt there's any one
That can be strong enough!
I doudt that some else could turn life up side down
I've too far, i have become strong
And i wont let this push me down
It took long enough for this stength to bloom!]
And I am going to fall
And even if you tried and if actually fall
I get up again cuz i have a friend
That can lift me up again!!!
His name is Jesus
His is glorified
Through his victories
He is the one
Who will never let me loose hope
Because he died for me and he lived for me
And he was born again so that i could too
There no one in the world that I could love more
than him,
Jesus Christ
The one and only king
[Hallelujaj]

Part I

[1/21, 23:37]

Will a day come where I no longer need to run, from the fears entrapped in my mind?

Can I just decide to leave them behind? Is  the choice even mine to make? Or is this a designated - haunting - punishment by fate?

Whatever the answer
I can't run any faster from the shadows that swallow my mind.

They follow my moves every step of the way - am I a fool for even trying to get away?

This game of hide and seek
I don't know how to play -
wherever I hide they seem to find and no matter how much I seek I feel   I n c o m p l e t e.


Will there be an extinction of this sorrow? Or will they be here tomorrow? Waking me with a pressure on my chest.

I promised I'd try my best...

I just don't know how to break out from this intricate mess - Each day I feel -
            
less and less.

Until the only thing left is this
                  PRESSURE
                on my chest.

But I will still run and fight off the fear of tonight - my stength slowly drying.

They say every cloud has a silver lining? I hope they're right because my precious mind Is slowly

D y i n g.

Part II

I square up with my worthy opponent because I'm not dead yet.

I feel the fear in my eyes
    And I see it in his.

But who on earth wins when it's
                 me vs me?

The one that leaves me
        perfectly free

-All I'm trying to do-

Is free myself from me.

I heard the wind in the trees
As I walked along that old wall
Weathered by time and storm

I ran my hand along it
And soon came to a groove
Between two damaged stones
Curious I put my eye to it

I peered through the crack
In that ancient crumbled stone
And what I saw
I could scarce comprehend

Uncategorized geometric shapes
Rotated in place
Encompassing a single point
Of pure darkness

The point gave off
An almost visible aura
That filled my head
With an unknown emotion
Which I could only label
As a type of fear

It pulsated
Gently at first then grew
Until it rocked the very air
With its movement

As its stength waxed
The shapes began to twist
Contorting, falling apart
And then reforming themselves

It came to the point
Where I had to cover my ears
But it did no good
As the very fluid in them
Vibrated with the strange energy

Yet in an instant it was over
The darkness aswell as the shapes
Folded in on themselves
And took a new form

The form of a man
Moulded in eternal darkness

The entity seemingly looked
Directly at me through the stone
With midnight eyes
As dark and irredeemable
As the void itself

As quickly as it arrived
The being disappeared
In a wisp of smoke

And I heard the wind in the trees

The day I met you; is a day I will never forget
The day I loved you; is a day I will never regret
The day I need you; is a day you’ll be around
I will always long for the sound of those three words coming out of your mouth
You make my mind spin like a game of rummy I cannot win
You’re my stength, and my sorrow
You’re the only reason I want to wake up tomorrow...

Answers Inigo.

call them papas ritz,
or how:
the non-homogenic
populace of
"diversity is our
stength" is falling
short of the soya sales...
can't be bothered,
can't be bothered
to tease 2 the fast food cashiers,
if I want indo-cuisine?
thanks I'll wash my hands
first, and make the food myself...
herring not far from
undermining ***- sushi,
just because your granny
was a ***** doesn't mean
that there's worthwhile
investment in burka burka Kabul...
**** C.I.A., K.G.B....
i  simply forgot how the acronyms work...
oops... samurai chop! butchers' p.t.s.d. clinic
for butchers... achtung! achtung!
nein eine shhhh....
          to monitor neo-**** slavs
is to **** upon Irish celt loud mouth
drunks... fuclingy jerbal leprechauns...
fizzy golden tooth mezmo Dubliners...
about as welcome in London
as doberman dogs bred with
    dachshund dwarfs...
             apparently political eugenics
left the crevices of shadow and skeleton
to breed an infernal crux rotten to the core
that might mind, a fictive, heart...
you can have the Irish scold
the British...
    but the Irish coming between
hyacinth  the bacon and the rhubarb
with competing catholicism?
pray for a hyenna of the graveyard...
better teach paddy a second time
that he's a ******* islander,
not, of continental breed...
   ******* paddies among
the princely english ****...
           makes me want to gesticulate
a *****'s worth of a woodland's tick...
to unscrew an I.O.U. worth
of the *******, dipped into
the ******* that's equivalent to your
brain...
              twiggy ******* ramirez...
as the Irish luck runs out,
friend outside mafia,
      about as friendly as witnessing
a scuttling rat, allowed to encompass
the breadth and depth,  
of any, other than a shamrock
Bostonian nacht...
                  ***** whipped?
thanks, I'll punch myself bare knuckled
goodnight.
no ******* manners among these turnips...
you pay due witness as yourself
over a stolen phone...
stand witness  and respect the court
of law...
     and then this ginger ****
        does the complete *******'s
worth of opposite....
                         next time he gets robbed...
I'll applaud the thief, and serve up
a kick in the *****, as an encore!