Play with the words,
a game of lips and speech.
Given it's direct,
it could be a movie scene.
But given it's more of an act,
I'll just play into it,
Roll under it carelessly rather than to overact.

I'm just bored with my words
aboard that ship,
Thinking me being extra firm
keeps me crisp.
But maybe I'm too much of an air head
as I lay on my time eating a potato chip.
Though if I jumped out of my ship,
I could go for a little dip.

But I guess when you swim too long,
you're soon to sink.
Swimming too long becomes a drain,
Like when I fall over myself,
when I take life as a trip.
But I do wonder if I'm
heading in the right direction.
But excuse for me changing the very topic,
I just hope to drift from it, always on floatation.

Still I'm thinking way too unstable
while trying to have a little fun.
But pardon my horseplay, my mind
isn't to stable.
But I'll just go figure the destination,
pay for that cargo of my thoughts by a waybill.

What if I bite my tongue,
and don't actually bleed.
Rather forgetting how to breathe,
thinking shady thoughts under a tree,
I might leave.

And if I'm on that very trip,
what's the destination.
Is it lower than before,
right underneath my depression.
I have a lot of love to show,
but I'm too passive aggressive.

While falling away,
wondering when I might hit the ground.
Screaming inside my head,
but the empty silence is way too loud.
How I wound up like this,
is dependent on what falls under a cloud.

Storms of emotions,
overcast my many personalities.
As stranger to so many but
definitely feeling like one to these families.

And I like to rhyme my words,
trying to connect dots.
Aiming at my target audience,
shooting these many shots.
Maybe I just want my dark thinking
in everyone's thoughts.

Not to cast a shadow over you,
but a dark reflection of cause.
So give yourself a hand,
you all deserve an applause.
You've read into my dark thoughts,
of a bleeding pen as it draws.

If we peel away the pieces
of your mind,
Tell me what would we find?

Don't slip on your thoughts,
that are lurking inside,
you might trip over, perhaps breaking your spine.

Just bear in mind.

The fall of one,
is the rise of another.
As did the previous day fall,
we're hoping in the moment to rise once again like a flower.

If I **** this world,
is it not suicide.
The same world we live in,
is the same blood of human,
Where we all reside.

My words are timeless
even though time isn't on my side.
But why should I hold onto her,
even she knows she isn't mine.

Essence of my tongue,
is a fragrance of my words.
Even when I'm tripping,
I can never fall while traffic runs,
and I quickly swerve.

For really I have to stay driven,
taking life sometimes as a race,
Trying to catch a success of waves,
but even the oceans don't show you it's grace.

Something you fail to see.

As I'm getting older,
life has a lot of boredom.
Especially at the outer edges
kept inside the border.
I'm acting really excessive,
but still come out on the other side sober.

Some days I feel like a
thousand people.
A lot of personalities,
no surprise I forget who's even leading.
It's either him or I,
we or others, or any other guy.

Who knows which version of me
even wrote this,
The same one who'd **** me if
I quote this.
A version who'd beat me with steel,
if I ever stole this.
But that's really how it is,
when you're split more than the sea by Moses

If I could die,
I could die for you someday.
When the worlds on fire,
burning in flames of denial,
Can I at least do something?

I really wouldn't mind,
to be on fire.
So just stay alive.

I really wouldn't mind,
if you could rise when it's all falling.
Just find the time,
the time to stay alive.

How so strange,
it's only on your birthday people fill
up your inbox.
As is with Valentine's,
the only time you seem to show the most love.

Be it some sort of widespread event.

I've found it sad that people don't cry much for you now,
But can cry a thousand tears when your life is lost. Ever wonder why or how?

Still I ask a question,
why haven't you cried for me in life.
In the times I myself was actually lost,
when things seemed to be down.
Why not also cry a thousand tears of joy once I'm found.

Just a personal observation,
and personal concern.
Please don't think me condescending.

In a round space of time,
everything seems to spinning in my mind.
So broken inside,
strangely enough, still alive.

Times are unfair to me,
as they are too plenty.
In the fullness of the world,
you wouldn't be surprised to find one empty.
He who has a void,
a sinking hole in the very chest,
Lest you know how to fill a black hole,
you'd only really waste away zest.

All think to medicate
is a way to an escape.
Perhaps in the moment it's a feeling of bliss,
before the feeling dissipates.
I'm high off on life,
maybe that's why I'm not feeling so great.

Counting demons inside of
my head.
Too many to count,
feels like a Hell hole,  
But that's not how I was made.

So let me pick myself up,
and wipe them off.
Before you're too far off,
right on the edge of life, ready to fall off.

Some puns by the dozen
to crack you up today.
It was exactly yesterday,
that I ended up writing this
while exaggerating.
While it was an excellent feeling,
I really came out of my shell.

My advice to you,
always look at life the sunny side up.
Because life tries to scramble your brain,
just don't act like a hard boiled egg.
And after all these egg puns,
I might need to apologise to all the
chickens for them.

Save me Lord,
for thinking suicidal.
Knees bleeding of prayer, with tears
on the bible.
Life's always a risk,
especially when you're going through it a
Lone survivor.

Humbly I must confess to you,
not always at my best,
More likely like a mess, everytime I'm
praying to you.
Last thing on my mind,
is to be thinking about death.
Seems I've become worn out,
as my heart is undressed.
So if I'm speaking much Truth,
this really started when I was young and depressed.

But isn't that the world,
all down on their luck.
We're not that surprised,
probably now we just behold.
Still I know I'm not the only one,
to say that this round kind of *****.

Maybe gone is the world,
or rather gone are we.
Half a tank of faith, the other half
definitely disbelief.
We just need some relief,
you know the type that helps you breathe.
For when you seem to have
fallen short,
You're not too far from a shortness of believe.

But wait no,
I'm just speaking about myself this time.
Something I do on the low,
as is with this smile.
Cracking deep inside of me,
for the future it doesn't know.

Pardon all my excuses,
I know they'll always be there.
such a scenic for having all
of my heroes fall to an early death.

Following people that don't follow me back,
my social dilemma is,
Sending out pictures trying
to make out trends.
But I'm really so tired of following people who aren't even my friends.

Likes I get, feel less appealing
to the hearts you most likely break.
Even for Heaven's sake,
my eyes stuck on screens even after I go to bed.

I could type out all my feelings,
but fail to say them face to face.
Questioning how you might to react
before where even in the same place.
I've loaded myself with shots to the head,
with all of my thoughts playing Russian roulette.

What more do people actually
expect of me,
Carrying the smile of a camera lens,
without a saved filter of glee.
Taking tiny snippets of me,
a lonely example.
Through all the stories,
wishing to switch my own channel.
But that's just a sample,
for me to believe I don't really matter.

So to caption this,
saved to my feed.
Holding breath on people's views
of all you do, you might not breathe.
Maybe one day I'll blow up,
but I know that fame won't be a breeze.

Just asking you please,
help out a fellow on his social dilemma.
Speaking to people is holding
up the highest of pressure.
Trying to post my life to something
beautiful and better,
Slowly believing my accumulated fame is lasting forever.

Still why isn't the world doing me any better,
when I'm feeling this social dilemma.

Serenade a tune to all my
troubles and fears,
Singing till the sun is setting
down on them all.
Singing, goodbye, goodbye,
surely in deed.
I'm a sinking ship,
but I still know how to breathe.

Certainly misfortunes knows
well the misfortunate.
How could anymore misfortunes
follow me now?
I don't have anymore tears
to cry about problems keeping me down.
I just paint a smile,
laughing about it just like a clown.

Dancing away till I lose my steps,
misstep my reasons to worry.
Even knowing the entire future,
makes counting down the days you have left.
I'm in no rush to my death,
why should I hurry.

If the Heavens above me,
want me knocking at the gates till noon,
They'll send me a ticket,
if they want me arriving home soon.

So let me sing a tune,
caring not of the world's troubles.
One day it may crash and tumble,
But it shouldn't take me down
that glorious rumble.

As our tears fall,
so does the rain.
All things washed away
once fallen onto the ground.
All people do fall,
waiting for the hurt to be washed away.

What comes next,
new growth in the new season.
Freshness of new life reborn,
you can't ask for anything more.
Look to the skies as you behold,
the falling rains that can restore.

What once was dried up,
becomes fulfilled again.
Things once fallen,
have come now to rise.
Look with your eyes,
see the beauty of what falls from the skies.

Self traits, self shame,
titles holding onto everything
Self harm, self blame,
really what's the point of anything?

Self pity, self saved,
thinking we better ourself.
Self-centred, self engaged,
we really don't care about anything else.

We're just self abusive, self-destructive,
enemies of our own.
Self-loathing, self obstructive,
always tear ourselves for being torn.

We sell ourselves into being selfish.
As is human nature,
Selfishness like a fetish

Our lives should be like the
stars of the sky.
Amongst all darkness,
there's always a light standing out.

So many stars out there,
still you can be the brightest one.
Even though we sometimes don't see it,
there's a light inside all of us.

To the shyest of most,
the ones doing the most.
All think of us quite timid,
still the timid kind, isn't shy
to their thoughts.

A step into our minds,
might lend you a slip.
You'd be so surprised to find
what's inside,
So you've heard,
the quiet ones are the loudest inside.

As the face can be tame,
there's something wild of us.
Granted we have some thoughts
to bring us to shame.
As is often our nature,
these thoughts tend to spring up.

The biting of my tongue,
there's something I'm shy to say.
As is my character,
as is how I'd act in a play.

This is an opening of an open
conversation of a mind.
Opening the mouth to speak,
just not open to pour out lies.

As with an open heart,
opens the way to your soul.
Don't leave it so open to things
that you fully don't know.

We ask God to open a way,
but don't openly take it.
Some aren't open to change,
rather only open to the one they want.
So like an open call,
it seems to only be an act.
Too many play into things we're not,
openly falling into the consequences of that.

So I've openly written you all
a piece of my heart,
Perhaps to open your eyes,
hoping all are open to see.
I can't say this is an open file,
I'm just opening up as me.

Open to your own opinion,
and what you have to say.
Maybe add your own opinion,
something you're open to convey.

The echoes of life
cracks bones, and may shatter us all.
Like a glass hanging off the window,
all are often broken and fragile.

In tiny little whispers
silence calls you closer to fear.
As it always knows your name
knowing who and what you are.
It's a voice within us all.

Life can feel so lonely,
as an empty dark corner
In that very dark, it seems no one cares to see you.
You feel so alone.

But you're not,
just a victim to a mental state.
A state you don't fight on your own,
we're a lot feeling let down by life.
Why we're really so down.

We're the echoes screaming
from inside ourselves.
Please. Can anybody hear us.

Looking into your eyes
why do I see more of me than you.
Like tunnel vision
finding lightness on the other end?

This feels like a rising sun
over a fallen dawn
A whisper of ten thousand thunders
I'm counting before the storm.
The rain will definitely fall soon
as will I, at the rein of love.

So perhaps I should take cover
under that tunnel.
Being head over heels,
might end up losing one of the two.
Inside this secret little tunnel
leading me to you.

Tell me if I can stay here.

She told me I should save my penny thoughts,
but I told her I'm not changing over.
Because in full disclosure,
I'd like to think I'm learning more
getting older,
So save your pennys trying to buy my worth,
I'm worth more than the money you owe me.

Isn't that beautiful,
I like to try and beat my heart,
beat out the cause,
But I'm only beating myself as usual.

I'm clueless to a lot of things,
a hint of me gets lost in dreams.
I often sink from thinking deep,
can barely breathe.
So save me please,
before I end up another sinking ship.

Cause I'm like an act,
I might play your heart and mind,
Even when I seem relaxed,
I'm more unexpected than a surprise.
So you best be wise.

Beware of me!

My mind is like a group home,
my thoughts need special attention,
And a lot don't know each other too well,
constantly asking where you're from.
I'd refund my life quickly
if I had a refundable coupon.

I cross the line like everytime
I go outside when I fake a smile,
I'm dead inside, but act so alive
for most of the time inside my life;
As I love to pass the time like it isn't mine.

A lot of people think that's strange,
well others tell me not to think that way.
But I can not escape,
how tortured I am inside dark
spaces of my brain.
Because I don't choose to complain,
I try to contain, all the crazy thoughts
that try to give me a strain.

I'm like a lace tied to my thoughts,
not supposed to leave my mind,
They stay there by default,
better them staying at peace
Than them to causing assault,
so I lock them inside a vault.
Throwing the keys away, making them ghost,
I'm a little mental, what I self diagnosed.

I might be ill,
thinking I'm sickened by my mind.
Within it there's silent chaos inside,
so if I open it up, it might not be
something you don't like.
But that also becomes my creativity by design.

So I'll just end this rhyme,
letting my mind rest.
I gave you food for thought,
hoping it's easier for you to break down
and digest.

I've cried through open veins,
bleeding out open wounds
And most definitely lots of pain.
Questioning a lot of, if God does exist,
why the existence of suffering in present,
In the present days of life,
failing to see the gift in living.

I've lived for wealth, lived for the pain,
but none of them did me well.
I did a lot to try pass the blame,
thinking it was all because we
were all living in Hell.

Cause if there's fires in this world,
my faith doesn't seem to be putting it out.
What's burning down in the world
is burning in me too,
It's all crumbling down.

I'm often scared of living,
and even more scared of dying,
Death seems to always be the easiest way out,
but won't guarantee I go out with
laughs and smiles.
Still living isn't much as easy thinking
about it,
Every opportunity you get always comes
with its trials.

So I live out my worth,
walking through a lot of fires.
Hoping not to get burnt.
Can't always expect to skip through life,
a lot of hurts always on repeat.
But I'm still here for a while,
won't leave to soon,
Even if there's chaos on the Earth

I'm stronger by each day,
each day is a growing lesson in every trial.
So if this is the journey of me,
let me pack my bags and walk through it
with a smile.

Heaven always too high,
down on earth acting
like I got seven lives.
I don't really fear death less I
see death in the sky.

That's the forecast of the season
hoping we make out this spring,
We're all out here hoping and believing,
We see the better light of the sun
hoping this season isn't so dim.
Counting the stars in the sky,
for the ones we betting our dreams on.
Don't we always love to act so ply,
bent over ourselves by our demons
And where they come from,
like the places we try to hide.

Let's all gather around
in this upside-down world,
What you see is only a flipped idea,
how isn't that profound?  
Far below us, an intellectual arrangement to the fold.

Seems we're all bending the
rules of life,
A risk we seem to be taking,
forgetting the consequences once in the afterlife.

I'm just spit balling here,
so cover your face
I'm not running away from life,
just out for the chase,
Tell me if there's any of you like that
out there?

I know people who
sold their secrets to bottles
That don't taste life
they just swallow.
For me I poured out my heart,
thinking it would be colossal.

When I thought loving was
strange for having me falling
But love can also be like the rain
have tears pouring.
So don't mistake the past,
or erase out the pain, it's all for absorbing.

I've learnt more from past loves
more than what I put in it,
Had a taste of loving someone
though times I didn't believe it.
I've chased feelings till I
got caught by love,
Disregarded  a lot of my ways
just  to have better ones thereof.

Cause love will break you
but makes you who you are,
It's shaped me well, but also
had to leave me with a scar.

We've all been victims to hurt
chasing a buzz,
All taught the birds and bees,
all gotten the gift of love before Xmas.

So whether you drank from a bottle
to drown out your pain
Wrote down your promises, saying
you won't fall in love again.
Know that love will always find you
even when we stop searching,
Time will move on with love,
given time to heal is always assuring.

So to whoever listening
still searching for love outwards
Let the love of your heart heal
you first, finding love inwards.

The ocean brings in and takes
away,
Today becomes yesterday,
yesterday another old day.
Tomorrow could really be any other day
dependent on the tides of change,
Brought our way.

Who knows what to expect
in ever changing tides,
We only find out what's brought to us
once the ocean subsides
And from the pieces we pick from the mess,
we've come to be wise.

New tides of water
you're all praying will be fresh,
Maybe this time around things could hurt a little less.
But what can you expect,
life is always like a mess.
Sometimes feeling like a wreck,
still from it we've come to survive,
Strive!
Pushing forward till we arrive
to perhaps better tides where sunrises arise.

So in these new tides
keep your feet to the ground
Finding your balance even when
standing in the mud.

These are the tides of change
the periodic change of levels.
Be brave even when everything is looking so strange.

By the time any read this
time to me would have again fade.
Like a disappearing act
a lot to me goes to waste
As I too waste much of my time.

I'm like a broken seconds hand
while the other two move forward in time
Circling round me in this endless cycle,
always feeling left behind.

Friends are ahead in life
bright smiles and cheers
I'm left in the dark
broken somehow, but I don't know what.
Wishing I could trade in some smiles over these tears.

Another cycle in life
goes round my broken clock
It ticks away, but fails to tock,
as it's cogs are rusty and antique
Rubbing only more strain to another,
pieces that once had a gleam, no longer blick.

I break so many times
but try not to stay broken
I felt weak as a youth
Low and down with the soil,
it scared me that will one day be my end,
When I get too old.

What if the parts of my clock
can't be fixed
Will I just be broken seconds
lost in time, or lost in my self destruction
Why hurt yourself so many times
just to see if you're still working?

I'm only trying to work on myself,
to fix the tiny pieces slipping through the cracks
Even when I crack a smile,
there's a bigger crack behind it.
It ticks away,  cracks into tiny tocks,
I pray to be fixed,
and put back together from my broken parts.

Bleeding tips, and fallen tears
sinking into the soil
All of those who've fallen
those shattered and bruised
The unusual bunch of us
crying underneath tears of a night moon
Sad, and bleeding in our pains.

A lit fuse is my depression
ready to explode
Still no one can ever behold such an event,
instead I only implode.

Why does it feel like I'm dying inside,
slowly breaking down into a trillion pieces
Lost in the deep thought of questioning my existence,
Too many voices in my head tell me if I die now
not a lot would miss us.

Shut up,
stopping screaming in my head
I can barely hear myself breathing,
with so many voices in my head forcing in
a give in, I might give out.

Such loud voices always put me on the wrong side,
Giving their petition to have me at the place of suicide.

Shut up,
I'm not forced into listening
you're too loud, and unjust to any of my cause
I cover my ears, trying my best to resist those loud whispers.

Slowly telling me I'm worth nothing,
I've never brought anything to the table
All these voices running horse trials in my head,
need to find their place and be stable.

For if I keep listening to them,
I give them a better chance of winning
The grand scheme of it all is they only
want my downfall.
Still even when I fall, I'm not always going to be down.

I'll rise soon enough
for soon enough I'll prevail over the voices.

Shut them out,
and let the echoes dissappear.
Rising above the voices,
above they ones trying to bring me down.

Rising over chaotic voices.

Eastward
rising in me rising for you.
Following behind just like a fool,
for words of your lips and kisses.

Lineage
has me walking the line
Hoping to be bound as I tap on your spine,
deserving more glances of you besides in pictures.

Darling
you become almost like spring
Forcing me to be out here jumping
while my heart is doing more than blossom thumping,
You only gave me nothing, but from it
I somehow took something.

Insecurity
always stopped me from expressing
For I've been down on my luck, it's so depressing
too afraid to actually fall in love,
Love gave only to me it's cruelty.

Babe
I don't know if I could swear to you
not to curse myself to be stuck as glue
Trying to pick out between so many emotions,
which one might keep me saved.

Instead
I act the quiet fool
or even the shy guy you've known from school,
Searching for lively words to speak my truth
but truthfully my words are dead.

Distracted
by beauty I seem unable to hold
Only really for me to watch and behold
eyes still youthful of passion
But as the rest of me it's but passive.

Action
is what I should take
But I erase the thought, not wanting a mistake,
still like a wet fish caught by a hook
I'm hoping for this to be that catch.

Crush
me over babe
It's the exact crush giving me no escape
The very rock holding me down rolls
over in a rush.

It's a crush, I hope doesn't bring me harm
if I ever again fall in love.

In this very reality,
everything will always be so real,
From the beginning till the end,
life till death
We're all born to be real.

We've become apart of this world,
to bring a lot new into it,
We're all children of something new,
apart of life, asking so much of us.

Are you ready for life or is it ready for you,
for if you wait too long to do something in life,
That's unfortunate, for life doesn't wait for you.

For whatever you do now,
the future asks you constantly
What's next,
so make it like it was your last,
Make it your best.

If I put my thinking cap
in reverse to think back,
On the worth of my penny thoughts
how much am I getting back?

Sparing the poor man a coin
who sold me his cap gone to spoil,
For one last meal in his belly
before he goes to be with the soil.
What will be the worth of that coin?

Surely for each penny for my thoughts
gives for him lots to be bought.
Or am I as poor as he,
Spending the worth of time only on faults?

Who then am I to say I've done good with time
thinking back shows it's a lie
I'm poor, for poorly using up my time,
obviously so because I couldn't afford a cap of mine?

How so then, we love to waste the time
all with a ****** attitude.
Truly how isn't such an act an act of crime?

Threw my heart,
hoping for a catch.
Life too played such a wicked  game,
on the other side of that,
It had a bat,
taking a swing,
Didn't even miss unlike me.

Seasonal changes always come
to be,
As for every start there's an end
to it too.

All open doors are soon to be closed,
as we too close over the year.
Saying goodbye to all good, and bad it's brought,
whether to some, the bad was more
We still remember such times, if we're
ever willing to move forward.

Goodbye 2020,
to another year gone.
Like old winds blown away,
new ones come in newer seasons.
To be a different season,
despite us aware of what new winds bring our way.

Still like yesterday,
we've learnt to live more in today,
Always keeping our eyes onto tomorrow.
So our goodbyes to now,
becomes our hellos to what new follows.

The struggle for freedom
is strong as foreign winds.
A shout from the South to the North,
all who have fallen to be free.
Buried beneath this earth of the East and West.

Has it not become to those
of you apparent,
The disease beneath our flesh,
widespread within us all.
A freedom epidemic,
affecting the many captured hearts,
Widespread as a pandemic.

Those who know of such,
never stopping the fight
Only till they're are dead,
leaving those behind alive to continue on the battle.

For as the children now of our forefathers,
we bear to spread freedom
as they once fought for.

A plague of freedom,
children of our forefathers,
We've become the nuisance against constraint.

Be widespread,
widespread of a Plagued Freedom.

Expectation of finding reflection
in your life,
How do so when all around are broken mirrors,
much like I am
A fragile frame of glass.

Jumping off the edge of life,
still haven't met the bottom,
Just floating along in the air.

As a lot I say to sadness,
only giving me a headache to the moon,
I just need my space,
still I love to rush into it,
but I'm not down to the race.

For this could be the anti, anti
of my anti source of feeling
An anti, anti feeling to how I'm secretly
bleeding out of the face.

It's all made me feel worthless,
as the piece of trash in this world.
I'm such a waste,
wasting away on so many negative feelings,
A subtraction of life within me.

All are little broken pieces,
just too tiny for you to really see them.

Cry me a river,
indeed if you may.
Still unlike you,
mine is much an ocean
Of many pains, hurts, and along with little happiness.

The body of water
goes lost at sea
Only as a drop in the ocean
does the body know my tear.

Vast of the likeness,
likely to all who understand a few pain,
It's vastness broad for all,
so perhaps some of us hurt the same.

Still despite the massive strength
of all the waves,
I've walked into the ocean's tears unafraid.

Christmas nets to catch
my wishes,
Christmas lights to see
it all
Christmas angels to give
me wings.

Just to fly away
and catch all my dreams.
Just to fly away
and let them light my way.

If I don't live tomorrow
let me live today.
Though I know much sorrow
my gift is knowing it's all going to be okay.

Mistakes we make plus
the responsibility taken equals growth.
And if there's any strength from it,
are we all not at least strong.

Subtract the negativity
from positive,
Multiple it and your product is
a lot to be thankful for.
And once you divide it all,
there's a lot of happy memories,
to share with those involved.

Equal to the time of life
you have,
Is equal to the lessons we can teach.

But if we were to give it
more power,
What more would you get?

A wind calls a wind,
to each hearing other loudly.
To us and ears,  
only empty whisper.

So like now I feel empty
and worthless.
Only if and when I give someone their worth
I know what worth is.

We were blessed with the ability
to choose,
No walk is the same,
we can't fit in everyone's shoes.

As I love you now
and love you later,
You're on my mind like a crown,
can nothing feel much greater.

As I know your heart
and know it's beating,
You're much a song in my heart,
that keeps on singing.

As I know you now,
wished I known sooner,
Babe you seem so different,
love growing old, but everything is newer.

So love me now,
let's love everything together.
Later can come so sudden,
but maybe love will last us forever.


~Now or later.

Strange how I knew you
little,
Yet think of you long.

Youth must be like
the oceans,
It comes at first little waves,
pulls back and returns bigger.
And before you know it,
it's gone.

How goes the youth,
how goes it away from us.

Why is it only you can
change the world when you're only great,
Of late,
I've been questioning life and fate.

What's life I sought
to understand,
As is this very fate,
feeling sought of bland
Still please help me understand,
what it sort of means to be a man.

Who really knows enough
that a little seems to be a lot,
Stuck in the game of life,
waiting for the ball to drop.
When I make it to the top,
I hope it's not a lonely place,
because I might jump or drop.

Still I go back to the
first question.
How only the greats change the world
and why I'm not the exception.

Glances at the sky tonight,
seems only to show me peaceful violence,
Look at the falling rocks of so many shooting stars this night.

Too many lights in the sky,
how isn't the world as bright,
How we act to lose ourselves in the dark,
yet there's still these lights at our sights.

Life needed to come
with a bulletproof vest,
Couple stitches and blasters,
really anything to protect my chest.

Poetic words become
food for thought,
Words we bite in.
Poetic words become
old stories told,
Words of reciting.
Poetic words become
loud as thunder,
Word's powerful lightning.
Poetic words become
as us all,
Words of likeness.

Taken upon course,
love indeed sails in all directions,
Thus why a relationship.

Taken upon growth,
love indeed does grow as two,
Thus why we fall if a Lover leaves.

Taken upon mystery,
love indeed does bare a lot anew,
Thus why love can be so obscure.

Taken upon feet,
love indeed does knock you over,
Thus why we fall by a love trip.

Taken upon pain,
love indeed can easily break heart,
Thus why we call it heartbroken.

Taken upon lies,
love indeed built upon such less lasts,
Thus why love can be deceive.

Taken upon God,
love indeed then is True and Pure,
Thus why love be immortal.

As are the things of love,
wonder, pain, anguish, strength
And our very weakness,
love is many in things.

Money come in a little
more quarters,
You'll be acting changed,
feed a beggar a little,
He'll always ask for more,
put your trust in a liar,
And you'll never find rest.

Surely Instead,

Money should never change you,
you change how it's used,
Do more by a beggar,
and teach them how to work for their own.
Line out all your friends,
and path through the trusted ones.

Where are the words,
any really.
Where are the words,
really I don't know.
Where are the words,
round the corner of Writer's block.

What are my thoughts,
between them.
What are my thoughts,
I don't know what to pick.
What are my thoughts,
any empty suburb of Writer's block.

Why am I blocked,
obstructed as.
Why am I blocked,
I don't know how to solve such a Rubik's Cube.
Why am I blocked,
because I'm stuck on the outskirts of Writer's block.