Losing yourself to someone new,
Looking down over a dusty pew.
Only by the knowledge of slim to few,
While they wait lined up in a dingy cue.
An uprising in a whailing line,
At the exodus hoping things turn out fine.
The collection of vibration,
From a rastaman's creation.
The cap only seemed to fit,
While lazily working the night shift.
Crazy baldheaded men going to war,
Feeling possative vibrations on the way to the store.
Pleading someone "cry to me",
Because the rat race was to hard to see.
Johny was, Roots, rock and reggae,
Wanting more of the things on display.
Pimpers paradise seemed so long.
We and them singing reemption song.
Coming in from the cold after work
After the zion train with a subtle smirk.
Pulled the bad card,
Made things quite hard.
Through the turn of a page
The weary show rage
As the hero sits caged
Believing it all seems staged
With that they’d have a point
And not one to anoint.
Yet it all continues on,
Exec’s wait for the final curtain to dawn
But they aren’t going down with the ship
Instead they’re causing it to tip
As they push through senseless crap
A merchandising trap.
Getting rich fast,
Knowing it wont last
All it takes is one M B bomb
For them to see it’s wrong
So simply stop attending
All this stupid feces they’re filming
Fast forward, fast forward because life moves on
I now turn the page as a new chapter is born
Its like the winds of change have finally come
Like a cleansing rain or the morning sun
Fast Forward, because life moves on
I will share my heart and love once more
Old memories will fade as new loves last
And I will look forward and never back
Fast forward, because life moves on
My heart is now healed my scars are now gone
The future in focus and I can see the light
Its a path now taken to a bright new life
Fast forward because life, well because life moves on
Carl J. Roberts
Bloody in its love-making, heartbreak is a stoner.
Clouds and pillars, all of smoke, are cradled in my hands.
And dreams blur with reality, and what-ifs with what’s happening.
These wheels turn like poison bicycles, gears shifting in my mind.
“Baby” being whispered in the past and in my chest,
The tides are never ending, and drowning is the game.
Be careful on the sidewalk, don’t step on a crack;
Luck is to being in love as superstition is to the aftermath.
Shine my shoes and comb my hair, am I getting anywhere?
It’s hard to love yourself after that was someone else’s job.
Your silhouette is down the path and I’m still here and staring.
The clouds are green and I’m alone, rose-less with remembering thorns.
I am going to bloom,
Whether or not you want me to.
Replanted by a heartbreak,
I no longer grow between your bones.
It hurts to taste such liberty,
Your heart is no longer my home.
Your blood's no longer my sunshine,
I am free to grow and grow and grow.
I will water myself with my own tears,
Photosynthesize my fears,
Turn darkness into sugar,
And grow and grow and grow.
I will bloom where I am planted,
Take in every ray of light,
Push my soul into my petals,
And grow and grow and grow.
I am going to bloom,
Whether or not I want to.
Because if you're not blooming,
You are withering.
I am going to bloom.
You stand before the cutting board,
juices flowing in your mouth
and in the tender meat.
Hungry man, do turn your gaze
Devour me too !
Step by step, I walk along
Beneath the starless, city night
Down an alley, and up one more
I glance around, and quake in fright.
One more turn, one more right
With paranoid glances over my shoulder
Then I would be home and I would be safe.
To escape from this night, not possibly colder.
Then, skin bare and white in the dark
There is the man that I see.
All alone in this alley, there sits this man
Head down, with his back turned to me.
"I can help you, sir," I call to this man.
"Please can you tell me your name?"
But the man only turns, sad smile on his face,
And says, "Girl, richer men made this claim,"
I thought he was mad, strange, and insane
But really this man was just wise
For here, my assumptions were stupid, for sure
For life was that man in disguise.
Like the kids i see on t.v.
Hungry &surrounded by ticks &flees.
Hot skin,just as crispy.They remind ME!!
of yuuh.What if that's what yuuh had to go through.
A baby being left on somebody's door step.A baloon that flew away
&&never came back.Yuuh remind me of that.The abandoned beaten dogs on t.v.
their pain i don't care about,because i don't seem to see, exspecially when they approach me,
When they hurt me.I'm afraid of them&& they know that.That's why,when watching them &&thinking of yuuh,it makes me sad.,but i don't care &&neither do yuuh.Of how i'm feeling you've probably already had a sample.That's why i decide to just turn the channel.
I don't know if I can take the pressure
that everyone's pushing on me,
But I don't think that I could stand the weather
drowning in the deep dark see.
Would you believe me
if I said I searched for you
Would you even see me or
just turn out the lights,
you make me feel like
the soundtrack to a stupid love film
full of emotion but not quite there
Heard in the background to fill up
space and if you really listen
you just might find a favorite song
but to this day I haven't heard you
In Deaths Valley where purple petals and purple lips
Part at the touch of His skeleton key finger
That turn chests wide open
To release souls from their broken captors
Not even a firework show for good effort
Eyes wide open and I see everything you can’t seem to say with purple lips so cold and frightened
There’s a thousand white dots and a thousand sound layers beneath the color
The red veins floating amidst your token bad eye staring straight into the ceiling fan
As if it’s going to lift you up, spin your brain
And attempt to unjumble the jigsaw puzzle of different words and phrases and opinions
That pollute you
Uproot what you’ve known to be true
Since your slate was paved
Since your fingers touched the invisible air
Of unwritten possibility
The wall is grey
The lilac sits on your chest
Its purple and I’m as blue as the deepest corner of the skies rocket ship neck
That crevice fingers pet to coo goosebumps out from their nervous cells
Where I’m hidden
And quiet quiet quiet
Don’t part your purple lips
Your fingers graze the bed
Like it’s planning on plotting seeds
That will hopefully grow
And I’m alive I’m a life I’m enlightened
I’m not growing you said
I’m crooked you said
I’m not well rested you said
And the lilac sits alone in your bedside garden
Where no other plants dare to sprout
And your hands turn into stray roots
That weigh heavy like limp corn stalks
Frayed at the edges as they approach your ghastly cemetery
And all I can say is I’m sorry
Futile words from purple lips that Death doesn’t silence but caresses
With his skeleton key finger
Pursing them into a tight grip
That lets you know but doesn’t let you go