My life is only a short time
Here on earth to live
So I have only one chance to enjoy
Myself and no time to give.
I have no time for haters
Who talk behind your back.
They waist their life spreading lies
Because they don't know the facts.
I have no time for snakes
Lying, waiting for a chance to strike.
Hoping I quit my goals
And give up my endless fight.
I have no time for backstabbing
With their sword and knife.
Jealousy is every man weakness.
And yours I don't need in my life.
I have no time for dreamkillers.
I fight to make my dreams come true.
I don't need someone criticizing
My wishes and the things I do.
I have a plate load of failures behind me
And I cast them out my mind.
So if you don't bring joy around me,
Don't come because...
I HAVE NO TIME!!!
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
I was lost in a world filled with disappointment and frustrations.
I was caught up in bad decisions
And suffered bad relations.
I walked down very dark alleys.
I drove down lonely streets.
I laid on corners night after night
Without shoes on my feet.
I came, I saw.
I endured and over came my pain.
I struggle, i fought for joy.
Now joy fills my heart again.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Day one, I am mister big man and I am
Prepare to take anything that they bring.
How hard could this really be.
“Hello out there. Can I get a rest room break?”
“So you have joke I see,”
A voice screams back at me.
“lets see how funny you be
Tomorrow when you figure out this is not fake.”
“Well if this is real, then there must be a mistake.”
“No mistake. You are the one we are after.
Don’t get scared now. Keep going with your laughter,”
The voice smirked as he walked away.
I passed out, and when if woke up it was another day.
Day two, still lock in this box
I have this awful itch that I cannot reach
The voices in my head now starts to annoy me
They torture me with lies.
Telling me I’m free.
“Free! Free! Free! From what am I free?!
This very small box is where I seem to be!”
“ This very tiny box is where the demons grow
And it will be your home, if you don’t
Tell us what we need to know,”
Once again the outside scream a voice.
"Talk now or later it is your choice.”
Day three, I began to smell myself.
A smell I have never smell before.
And would you believe there
Is knocking at my door.
It is my grandmother
But she died five years ago.
“Grandma, what are you doing here?
Did I die in the box and you come to take me there?”
“Grandma, speak! Have you anything to say?
Please tell me you come to take me away.”
“Your grandmother can’t help you now,”
The outside voice intervened.
“I’m your mama now
Hope you understand what I mean.”
Day four, I am hungry, beaten and broke
Still don’t know what they want.
And this is no joke.
“let me out I cried.”
For real, like a baby I cried.
Me, mister big man
I have endured as much as I can.
“Are you willing to talk?” said the outside voice.
“I’ll say anything you ask. What ever, your choice.”
“Just remove those lock
And let me out this box.”
“No not today, you are not ready yet.
One more day in the box.”
This time the outside voice sounded upset.
Day five, now I don’t know who I am talking to
Grandma stop by, and mom did too.
Dad sat awhile and we had fun
Until a stranger came over carry a gun.
He started asking me questions
But answers I could not give.
He fired off one round
Then he asked me did I want to live.
“Yes ,” I replied. “please take me home.”
“The people in that box, they want leave alone.”
Home? Take you home? You are home I’m afraid,”
The stranger did reply.
“So get used to that very little box
Because there you shall die.”
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
I call myself the madscientist
No I'm not mad
And I'm not a scientist
But some time my mind does run wild
And my thoughts run a bliss
Like a crowded house
Quickly running out of space
I find my thoughts lost in
The shuffle leaving not a trace
No memory!
No clue!
Most of the time
I don't know what to do
So I write.
I write about love I never had
I write about struggle I've seen
and heard
I write about good and bad
I try to put my feeling into words
You may understand
The again you may not
But these are the feelings that I got
The Madscientist
Soft
Sweet
Rugged
Hard
Demented
Corrupt
Angry
Some say
******
Mentally Disturbed In my own laboratory
Experimenting but not for fame or glory
Just trying to discover a piece of mind
Somewhere on these white sheets
The Madscientist
I'm just writing to put my mind at peace.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
By your side I shall forever walk.
We shall forever walk together as one.
By my side we will journey this world.
We shall journey hand and hand
We will be side by side.
I will be your partner
And you shall be mine.
Together will discover the joys of life
I as your husband
You as my wife.
By my side we will cross every barrier
That may show up in our path.
By your side we will endure the hardships
And smile in the face of trials.
Side by side we shall stand
When doubt show its ugly face.
We will continuing hold each other up
Until doubt has left no trace.
We will walk
We will journey
And stand
Side by side
As husband
As wife
As woman
As man.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
I could have chosen a rose
But this daisy is right for me.
For a rose has too much pride
For a down-to-earth guy like me.
I could have chosen a tulip
But this daisy is more my type.
We both are lonely flowers waiting
To bloom when the time is right.
I could have chosen an orchid
But this daisy brings me joy,
That special kind of happiness
That only a daisy can give this boy.
Some might say that should have chosen
A more deserving flower than a daisy
But we are perfect together
Because she is a lonely flower like me.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
I was stripped of my freedom
Brought to this bearing land
With a glass of water and an open plain,
Left to die.
But I shall rise again.
I have been beaten with horse whips,
Handles of hoes, rakes, and shovels,
But I revealed no pain
When I was left to die,
Oh yeah, I shall rise again.
I’ve slaved upon many fields
Picking cotton, beans, potatoes and tomatoes
While being washed by the rain.
My spirit was left to die.
But I shall rise again.
I was tooken away from my mother
Like one takes a pig from a sow.
I screamed like I was insane,
My heart left to die,
But I shall rise again.
I witnessed my brother being hung from ropes,
My father getting shot many times over.
With their blood, the ground was stained,
Alone, I was left to die,
But I shall rise again.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
We are two loves separated by the
Distance of our minds
We are destined to be together, but
Our feeling refuse to step aside.
Anger pours in my heart like
A raging waterfall,
While love is beaten to its knees
Like a baby trying to crawl.
In you, I see tears of a crying heart
That you dread you have to bear.
I, also, the flames of agony
Heating up your ****** tears.
What is it that keeps our hearts
From becoming one? We both
Are searching for what one might
Call love.
We are afraid that we might
Find it, so we run.
Sure we fight with the odds
That time will pass us by
And that the thing they call love
Will just leak our hearts?
An hour?
A day?
Sometimes I sit alone, staring at these
Cold hard walls asking myself
Do I really want this feeling
To pass away.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
My house is too crowded
And no one get along.
I’ve tried to kick them out
But they refuse to leave my home.
First there is the soldier,
All he wants to do is fight.
He’ll fight for what is right.
He’ll fight for what is wrong,
Doesn’t matter to him as long as there is a fight.
Next there’s Mr. Knowitall.
He been there and done it all.
And he wants everyone to know it.
He wants to be in every conversation
And want to be heard by everyone.
But no one really listens.
Then there is dad.
All he needs is his children.
He wants to give them the world,
Dry all their tears,
Remove all their fears,
And make everything alright.
Mr. Easy, he thinks life is a breeze
And everyone should chill and be happy.
He just wants to have fun
Joke and play like little
Children on a playground.
He seldom comes out of his room.
He is really the quiet one.
Let’s not forget Carman,
He is the worker of the group.
A real good worker in fact.
He won’t miss a day
And never been late.
He can’t stand Mr. Easy.
And then the savior, Captain Saver,
I call him.
He is like Dad, I guess.
His goal is to help all men, women, and child.
He wants to help the world
Have a better tomorrow
And is willing to give up our very last dime.
Now that brings me to Husband.
He doesn’t like Dad or Captain.
They constantly fight over whom
Do we give our time to.
You see
He only wants to be with our wife.
To him no one else matters.
The strongest of them all
Has to be Fish,
He lives just to go fishing.
When we are on the lake side
Or chilling by the river,
Either with friends or just us,
There is no arguing,
No fighting.
Just fishing.
He doesn’t play that.
Everyone obey him.
Last there am me.
Quietly I sit in my little corner
Trying to figure it all out.
I don’t fight.
I don’t say one word.
I’m just there.
This house is too crowded
And some of us need to go
And find another place to call home.
It is too many in my house
Some people visit I don’t even know.
I wish they all leave and leave me alone.
There are too many under this roof
At least nine of them I know
Trying to take over my home.
There are too many voices in this house.
And I wish they all would just go
And find a house of their own.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
Life is a pirate that
Sails the open sea,
Raging his fierce sword to
Any that dares to challenge thee.
Hatred is his worst enemy
Who vows to destroy his hope
And the reign of love,
Leaving him hanging by a rope.
A battle is inevitable, a ****** one
In fact. One will surely fall.
Many innocent people will be victims
Of this ****** conflict, as the other stand up tall.
The loser will be forced to bow
Down on his knees and mope.
And all his followers lefted will witness
Him hanging by a rope.
His muscle will buckle up
And his limbs will dangle down.
His voice will scream for help
But no one will hear a sound.
His eyes will open wide
And his body will slowly slope.
He will gag for more air
While he is hanging by a rope.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC