Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Bard Nov 2020
Who cares if you exist if all you've ever done is subsist
The stars were deaf to each wish too far gone in the cosmic
The liars left in the breach of void and ozone lost in a deposit
Beggar bereft nothing left said "Soon its all gone, don't forget it"
Sands shift castles built brick by brick torn down in a second
Sink quick if you let it **** you down but its not the intent
Just the nature of life its sick and quick soon your heaven sent
Bard Nov 2020
I want to die and I've never been known to lie
I want to cry but my eyes are dryer than a sunny day
I want to fly just say goodbye probably do it by Friday
I've been asked why got no answer but here I lie
I've been burnt to ash  addiction not the answer it gets in the way
I've been turnt from cash an corruption for benediction I pray
I say "we can do this" even though I'm about to lose it
I say "Its all okay" even when there's no good news on the way
I say "I wanna die" even if the times are good I can't lie
Bard Nov 2020
bullets out in the thunderdome
five five send bullets at your dome
glock glock shots **** ya in your home
nine one one callin from a payphone
Someone pay for the dial tone

So if any one has problems with me
I take care of them I keep the peace
Don't need the ******* police
Don't need more dead bodies
Blue boy gang stay out the lobby

Besides don't you got a starving kid to arrest
In aisles shoplifting a box of chex mix
Put in slammers for feeding himself
Throw someones life away like kleen ex
Dead to society life of the ex convict

Lost it all, coulda avoided it for 3.50
But they need cell fillers cant be left empty
Cuz slavery is the cornerstone of american currency
Tell me would you fight to end slavery?
Or lie to yourself and say slaves are the enemy

If this society collapses thats fine by me
I would rather live in a land thats free
Than one where people swing from trees
Bard Nov 2020
I follow the footsteps of trippy folks
Got mellow lit up for a fifty up in smoke
Slept till noon oh well everyones broke
Oh well feel the sea swell as we float
Say hello to the left, slippery and wet *****
Goodby to fellows on the right, rigid and broke
To get my fill get lifts for me till the spokes broke
Best grab the till to pay the bill best if you dont wanna choke

Talk about makin money when we cant afford eggs cracked and runny
Talkin money every sunday over it pray it come down to me
Saying Im gonna hit it big might go out and hit a lick
All this talk it make me sick kinda like classes and trig
Lost my glasses so my vision is murky molasses shapes move the fastest
All coming at us these years feel like the last of us the best years are past us
Bard Nov 2020
The things I write have no meaning
I hardly even know what I am saying
I speak on and on its kind of like praying
All while I know my kind live like dying
We wile away the time and cry while smiling

What is it I'm hearing, that you have given it all up
All while knowing that your effort or lack of matters not
Even if your not going I must go
Its empty resistance? but even so
I must go

I would rather live and die alone than live where I've grown
This town would rather live under the thumb of those that govern
I will have no sovereign that is tyranny to everyone who is born
Heirs to grief I renounce my throne and I give up my home
Belief in a life without chains I know I'm not alone

Its all often misunderstood failure to understand where I stand
Appear broken but nothing to mend and nothing is planned
I wear down but I'm not waiting for the end or for something grand
I tend the soil until its grown even when I hate the land
Some toil until its late and they are grown according to fates hand
For me that's what was planned for me to be buried in the sand
Shifting and lost in the land so I ran and I ran

I can't die until I hold something with meaning give me anything
Even a lie, I am boldly running toward nothing and everything
And sadly the land is lacking, barren with loathing
So onward I am going looking for belonging
Onward and trying to make something of nothing
Bard Nov 2020
An overture of laments come from above
Gods signature sent on the wing of a dove
As an angel is sent by his wing toward what was
Fly away, away from farther days toward my words
Turn away, away from sharpened swords and words
Winds sway a breeze silent struck a chord, so now its time to go forward

Can anyone one hear it the sound crashes as much as its effervescent
Fall down and crash to the ground, ashes may be the present
We all fall down in the ashes and not a lesson is learnt
But move on or in ashes you will be burnt
Stand up and use those lessons learnt

Positive that I am foolish and that it is all nonsense
Positive that you are foolish and full of nonsense
Insane with foolish ideals, but you are no prince
These are not your people watch they are silent
Loathe you for all your defiance

Still a knight you may be without a king to fight for
Still is the night darkness about in moonlight it soars
A message on the wing of a dove seen only by the poor
It speaks of a place of a thing never before seen an open door
Beyond lays the face of nothing and no one yet it is a mirror

Give in not to fear, and step into the night
Walk and it will draw near drawn to sight
Dress warm as winter will wear you tight
Stay calm and steady if you care you must fight
If you do not, be ready to be lost in the night

My opinion is that no one may chain away your defiance
Even when dyin no one has to remain silent
Redemption in remembrance a stain in the quiet
Conviction to perseverance the shine never wanes a diamond

We will one day rise above I saw it written on the wings of a dove
It must be true I saw the rise of people seething forward with push and a shove
It must be true that we are more than what was onward we go with love
Bard Nov 2020
Theres no more reservations left in heaven
Living in hell my expectations but more at seven
Live to talk its satans words out the television
Driving me to drink till I see in 2020 vision
Doing drugs so I dont think with double vision
Red thugs out and their on a ****** mission
Maga mugs sold out make a billion on commission
Red hats worn out looks like its the new fascist
Oops I meant fashion
Next page