its so what if i hate you
i still want you to take care
out of all fake love brought us
i just miss the way you stare
at me like you think ill stare back
now its impossible for you to do that
its hardest when i breathe out
all of the air from my lungs
while clinging to the bottom
of this lake trying hard to die from
either this pressure or whatever
this death brings first to measure
how much water i can keep in my lungs
its brought me nothing now
holding onto love like life
its so simple living now
life like the steady breeze
i am coming out of the water
a new man for living now
they said i can choose
anywhere i want to haunt
but i chose the same spot
where i used to kiss you
when i would walk you home
now every visitor that we get
gets this strange feeling
that i never had. of not being alone.
babe i didnt dance for reckoning.
i chanted for it and with my brethren
at the time: hand in hand on the hill
tasting carnal lust for the first night
we kissed to romance andto redwine
smoking out of the finest rosemary and most potent tyne
i wish i could dream of my new love
because i found a brand new rose
and i got her good like the gods
they thought i deserve it i would
fuck it up on the first time it came
to town because my baby well
she dont want me right now.
i just dream of you or less scary things maybe a funeral for two.
she says i scare her well just as well
i only have seven years
to live and die on this planet of hell
4 when i go to heaven. 777
i aint taking any angels with me
and its just as well 666
but imagine one could save me
an unstoppable redemption
i appreciate beauty in grandeur
divinity but yet i am banned in heaven - life is subliminal
i could be a blade for these seven
years maybe even for the Lord himself
would sin be outweighed by all of that death
and that when i sit in purgatory
waiting to meet my makers
i got the chance to fill out an application
just like for one of my regular day jobs
it said apply to do it all over again
there would be only happiness
guilt free or worries negativities
and sorries. well BabyGirl i wouldnt
i would only start anew
and be different than you saw me
depending on how i saw you
from your video tape
depending on the look on your face
the nights i held you in our firey embrace
and determine if that was just
The wind whispers through the trees
Softly singing, trying to comfort me
But no song could sing me to sleep
On a night when the stars are so bright
That they look like the lights that were in your eyes
Before everything went wrong
Once upon a time the breeze sang our song
In the moonlight we would dance along
If I fell, I was always caught in your arms
We dared the world to tell us we had to be alone
Never make a dare you can't take if it's done
Your songs will turn to empty sound
Your love will decide to turn around
Your stary nights will turn
To whispering winds and darkening skies
So it's all ending again
This is not the first time
We've come to this point
And it won't be the last
It's not the same as it has been
I thank God for that
And just in time
It's getting harder and harder
To get out of bed every morning
For something I can't bring myself
To care about like I should
So once more I say
Farewell to the place that holds me
Hostage to it's on sick and twisted desire
I feel that I've won this time
Escaping with no heart break
No feelings of resentment to people
I once cared about
Just one more reminder as to why
I have kept to myself
I have no wishes to return
But I think we both know
I'll be back again
The first draft is always awkward
So I go back and write again.
But still the words seem awful
Almost worse than how they began
I wait a few days to think
Till I go back and write again
The words a little better this time
But the form is tight and thin
No luck for the starving artist
Who goes back to write again
I guess I'll be like my poem
Thin and almost worse than how I first began
They say if you're a poet at twenty
But, if your a poet at forty
You're a poet.
I feel like I'll never make it.
Some times I wonder why
I'm a poet,
Or more why I believe
I could be
The only time I write
Are the days I cry myself
Will I always have to cry
To be able to write
What's bottled up somewhere
Will my words only come
When my heart feels broken
And my world begins to go
I hope not..
Some times the slightest touch
From someone you never knew much
Makes your heart go wild
With the pitter-patter
And nothing else matters.
Dark hair with a blond streak
Brown eyes that make me weak,
Dark brown eyes full of laughter.
You've stepped in my life
And now I'm falling, outta time
Gentle, strong hand on my waist
Pull me closer don't make me wait
To feel your lips on mine
To feel your body pressed against me
Feel your heart beat
I cannot fix the broken
I cannot fix your heart,
The words that are left unspoken
Will tear our souls apart,
There is no room for forgiveness,
No love in which to find,
You can try to collect the pieces,
But forever; you will not find.
Look at the hour glass,
Your time will be what's rued,
There's no way you can grasp
Onto what you put me through.
I'm not expecting you to understand this,
So I know you'll question why.
Ever since the first kiss,
You made me believe a lie.
I have a hard time breathing
When I climb stairs, when I run, when the air is too dry, too wet, too breezy.
When the pollen falls or the weeds grow tall or when you kiss me and tell me I'm pretty.
I have a harder time sleeping
My heart gets to beating and the creaks, they turn into monsters
And my reflection grows fangs and branches hit the panes of the window just about my bed.
fills up with worries, and screams made up stories
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying
But at night next to you
The fear that once grew
Never existed, and still I can't sleep.
One hand on your shoulder, I think "I could hold her"
Why would I sleep? Why would I sleep? Why would I sleep?
I go home to my own bed, the worries fill my head
I lay there and wish I could breathe.
my master comes to split my bird tongue
so i may speak humanly possible
directly out of my darkness
is that what they still call it?
they are mistaken
i'm all flavors of natural light shifting
holding upon the glide plane
of two opened wings
my flight consisted openly in plain sight
but they insist, see only the omens
inflicted upon me
not the intended creature i am
once seen retrieving a pale blue balloon
released into the heat of a summer afternoon
returned to you, a very lonely child
i kept you company
i remain here fierce and supporting
because you deserved more than that
and so much more now
since you have survived and grown
into your own quintessential bold blackness
that corporeal purity
and timid not
becoming a bird of consequence
the first voice of the mornings
that unmistakable eagerness
to caw and scream your love for life
onto the deafness of the world..
it's time to play
Rules, policies and conflicts imprison you.
Protest and righteousness freed you.
In America, we called it segregation.
Twisted words of countries like South Africa called it Apartheid.
Separation of the races accepted as legal at a certain time.
What about injustice that makes ANY race feels correct?
But like that old saying goes, things changes with time.
Which Nelson Mandela you eventually saw within your life time.
It's always those that faced the harshness of trouble that's the most forgiving.
And many of times, it's the innocent prisoner.
While holding onto no grudge.
You stood strong against those that refused to change.
In America that's still a familiar ring.
Ghandi, King and others fought with words.
Similar to the qualities and traits of our Lord Jesus.
It's always the peacekeepers that showcase the hate.
While the supporters of wars stay quiet silently supporting the crime.
So, so long Nelson.
God's waiting for your soul.
You serve your purpose.
You serve your goal.
Nelson Mandela, son of the motherland.
You will always be remember, as a good man.