"Every single day's the same
And in the end I'm all alone..."
"It doesn't matter what you say...
I feel pain you've never known"

This is how you view your life
As something worth throwing away
And all I wish for is to show you
How to view it a different way

You view the world in black and white
Without any specks of grey
You chose to focus on only the bad
Which causes your own dismay

The real world is full of color
It's a giant work of art
And though it has some shadows
That is just one little part

So when all you see is darkness
And you feel life's become too glum
Just remember that it won't last
And there are brighter things to come

There is beauty all around you
And every day is a new surprise
Full of joy, and people who care
You just have to *open your eyes

I can’t hear what you’re saying anymore

Because you all sound the same

What happened to originality?

When poems didn't always reference the sun, tidal waves, and ever abiding seas?

What happened to poems filled with truth, artists that don’t lie

It seems that all art work sounds exactly the same; love, pain, suffering, and then you die

Why can’t you spit the truth across your pages

Why can artists no longer write things about the past ages

How hard is it to let the ink spill-

In such a way that tells what you real feel?

All the ******* lies convincing people your art is... “art”

Well, it’s no longer original, it no longer comes from the heart

Your mind is your own, if you just be yourself you’d see

Not all artist “dot their I's and cross their T’s”

It’s sloppy, its raw and it’s real, breathe truth into your words

Because all we really are is words;

what you speak is everything that’s heard.

A ****** plays blackjack
In Reno, Nevada.
Coins in her pocket,
Antes up with a rack.

The House shuffles cards,
An ace cuts the deck.
She smells like a Queen,
A Joker in black.

She shows him her hand,
He peaks at her 10s.
House holds the King,
He tells her to stand.

The Aces, the Jacks,
The Kings fall for her.
She says she's a dancer,
The night is a blur.

Next it's a 5 and a 6,
He says "double down."
The House holds a 7,
He waits for a crown.

Her lips, they say "hit me,"
Her eyes, they say stare.
He waves out his hand,
His gold ring, it is there.

Truth is said with no hesitation,
Knowing that there is a temptation,

What is right or wring, who knows,
Cherish the moment as it goes,

There's a little incongruency,  
between us & this planet.
It doesn't take a brain to see,
the effects of our greedy habit.

No worries, no qualms.
We'll just pillage & meddle
One day the price to be paid,
will be one
our children can't settle.

Oh wonderful God
you are so awesome

my heart is my hearts desire

i recognize you in my thoughts

the concepts i can't live without
so complex i can't come about
the concepts i can't live without

so normal to ever ignore

can't grasp onto my own thoughts
because of my mind that is cursed
can't imagine my own dreams
places that words don't dare to try
the devil likes to tinker inside of my head
confuses me in my own land

I swear you still planned from my imagination
can't imagine what you've planned
You gave me the will to see
unknown places of mystery