When i lose all hope
i pick up your wooden gloss
and i make you understand
and the sound of your understanding
it makes me relax
the soft vibrations ringing in my ear
telling me it's ok to fear
the sound of your strings
it helps me to feel
it helps me to decipher
what feelings are real
i just kneel and cry and strum
and you understand
i wanna be done
so you ease my heart
and clear my mind
and you let me play you
as i cry
you don't push me away
you always talk back
and the sound of your talking
it makes me relax
Apr 9, 2011
Apr 9, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
Eb and Flow
See my rhythms and poems
Have no motion no flow
Sometimes they Eb
But even that happens real slow
The motion is there
I Just don’t wanna let it go
If I add it you’d know
That I cared to grow
And learn, discern
I won’t say anymore
Except for this
I took a piece of bliss
Put it in my back pocket
Sat down and smashed it
Took it out then I dropped it
My language saw me
Decided I should stop it
So I brushed it off
Told everyone that I lost it
Truth is that I crossed it
Didn’t earn the ability
Says who? Says Me.
So I took and I tossed it
Whats left
I don’t know
No language
Sometime I Eb
But even that happens slow
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 10:39 AM UTC
Warm tones of sound and light
Illuminate what they call plight
Fantasies of men wrapped in suits in flight
Nightmares of suits who profit from the fight
Illusions now
They fight somehow
Sweat above the brow
Illusions now
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 12:37 PM UTC
One last, One last, One last
Breath unto the death
I live again, i win again, i sin again
I'm drownin yet again
In a swamp of human thought
Caught
What i sought
Was eternal, now I'm eternally living this inferno
So called life
I deserve less strife
For every wrong i made right
When i held back didn't fight
Bringing these eyes into the light
Hopelessness
Get undressed
And ***** by a cultures
Impressions of the few people greater than you.
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 8:40 AM UTC
There’s an uncertainty in the shadows hanging over me
There’s a masterpiece in the failed attempts ahead of me
But will I get there before I die?
No support…that is gone to my dismay
So who is there…if in the ground my body lay
Who is there when I achieve
The Masterpiece ahead me
Ultimately it's not me
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 12:33 PM UTC