people say "be urself"
honestly..its much easier
being someone else

2.3.

Who persuades
a sorrow
such as love?

The ghost of
what was
lives in the lost
Odyssey
of what would
never be

It’s the wait at
the end
of the season
to see what
secrets
it will reveal

Echoing in
the roots of
your bones
the sadness of
your soul will
fall with the
tragedies  of
autumn leafs

Revealing a
silver sliver
cold
winter moon
Your girl lays
her head to
rest
listening carefully to
the words of
Nirvana

How did you
find me playing
in your darkest
shadows?

You planted
wild flowers
where I weeped
Tears for you
turned to seed
blossoming
into a life
so beautiful

After all that was
endured
a child was born
with the mind
of a God
Who understood
every hardship
every heartache
A gift from grace

Now blessed
with sweet
sleep
Remembering
nothing of the
pain

For life is only
but a
dream

2.1.

There ain’t a
chance
My Baby can
dance
But he’s always
looking handsome
in his black t-shirts
of 90s grunge
bands

This is a
Dead mans
land
Taking hits
I can see the
lipstick on the
back of your
hand

Snow White
flesh
My hearts
frost bitten
Noir Princess
It’s been a few
total solar
eclipse since
I’ve been
a rich mans
Mistress

Maybe God is
lonely Baby
Maybe God is
tired Baby
God is lining up
the shots
knocking on
my window
He wants me
to be his lucky
little lady

He likes a
bad *****
who can admit
she’s a little bit
egotistic

My Mother keeps
askin
“Samantha
  have the voices
  come back again”

Well ya Mom but
this time it’s moving
in a different
direction

Were singing in
harmony
Dancing in
ashes
Holding each others
with cold grip
hands

Pale sunrises
And misfortunate
lost souls are
digging for gold
Beware of the
mauvais martyrs
who sacrifice
wilted marigolds

2.7.

I see my dreams
are beginning to
line up
What begins
What ends
It’s the
beginning of a
never ending
end

That’s why
in my visions
I’ve been seeing
you again

Now my
number is
10:10
It’s been burning
behind blue
eyes in the sky

I calculated
and
calculated
Then
my calculations
ran away
I didn’t
maintain them
I forget my
equations

Slowly I slip
back into
my insanity
As I welcome
the
destruction
of the
black void
of my mind
I’ve began
the
countdown
It’s the
perfection
of time

So please excuse
me if I
seduced you
with
The Art
of the
Dark propaganda
I write

I got appealing
ways
to make you
question
every
question
you’ve asked
your whole
life

These intuitive
delusions
Confused
Lotus illusions
Queen of the
fallen rose petal
dreamers

Screaming
so loud
to
drown out
the sound
of
the realities
I’ve seen
through
the eyes
of
Dead seas

Her presence
is like
old wooden steps
that risk
a split
and break
or a wet spot
where I will slip
and take
a terrible
emotional
tumble.

I am humble
as I bumble
through this
boring existence
and I like
not being bothered
by her idiotic
insistence
in pursuing
abusive
men.

But when she calls,
I let her back in,
leave just enough
of an opening
to feel the sting
of her hurting
combined
with my broken heart.

I know where to start
by blanketing my heart
with harder steel
against the way
she makes me feel,
but I do not know
where going that cold
will lead me to,
and I really don’t
want to
find out.

The clever
endeavor
to become
as wise
as they can,

while the fool
thinks he understands,
makes unruly demands
based on plans
that won’t really work.

The wisest among us
know there is always more
to learn
and that we must earn
the knowledge
to use it
with wisdom

while the idiot
seeks to conquer a kingdom
that doesn’t exist
by attaining tainted profits
cause greed
is a product
of faulty logic
that truly costs us
our future.

I did what I had to do,
just to get through
the day to get you
to listen to what I say.

I struggled to this point
to make decent pay
and still I feel
each struggle
was a battled waged
in vain.

I recall
all the dreams I had.
Now I know
why poets feel bad,
cause the real world
never lives up to
what weird word rhapsodies
can do for you.

Like a falling star
or a candle in the wind
I keep burning
but I am not made
to relight the fury
when it goes out.

Though I live
a life of doubt
uncertain
what this hurting
situation is all about,
I still put verbs
and nouns down
cause this lyrical clown
is trying to leave
something worthwhile
behind.