The moon keeps my secrets in a glass jar
In the silence taking over my hurt as it's scar.

Where the words of my lips fall prey to the silence, let their taste be my expression.
Like the rowdy kids of the block, doing more trouble and less learning their lesson.

I'd like to think of myself as so on many off days.

So call security for my heart's front gate. I feel the Devil peeping in.
What's he searching for at the corners of my love. I feel the evil sinking in.

A strange to say I've been here before but I'd hate to repeat myself.

A device to say like my phone's constant beeping at early hours,
Rewarding my heart for good deeds but men don't do pretty flowers

In the wakeness of new dawn, I still wish to be fast asleep
And perhaps I've strayed from the flock like the poor lost sheep.

For Love as my only defense across the broken wall,
Hitting rock bottom before I made the fall.

At a corner of regret and hopes,  I'm stuck at crossroads
Figuring the tune of the song with lost chords.

La di di da to a same old song.
Who really knows the words that well to be singing along.

My pretty toy soldiers marching along,
Conquer lands. Tear down walls and streets with drums and a song.

By the corner of love, lining my troops to conquer my feelings.
Living way too long under the rest of a tree I'm caught up in shady dealings.

Never came to fight but we're in a war.
Blades hitting on blades.  Honestly blood shed was the most I saw.

The many lost minds but not ideas.
Loads of troubling days but lesser fears.
And as a child my best way to make any sense of life were the roles of my toys.
I grew up too fast to never have fun with the other boys.

Worked my heart out now it's camping outside.
I conquer many lands but often so not on grounds of my hate and pride.

Pretty toy soldiers, it's a child's set to play.
The troops gunned down by the short numbers. But living long enough to fight for another day.

My troops, my army, such is this war.
But it's not at it's end for this be the first tour.

Broken hearts in summer time,
All through winter looking for the shattered pieces of yours through mine.

I'll talk to you slowly just to get me by.
So adjusted and set to you that it's out of sync if we not saying Hi.

If you not finding my love for you in there,
you really shouldn't try searching anywhere.

Cause this could be all you want,
Rather all you'd need if I'm being Blunt.

Under a sunrise, seeing the light in you.
Kissing and loving for the first under a sheet. Hold on I'm coming through.

I see how you put so much work, but this ain't your job.
I know sometimes I may hurt you but that's no reason to sob.

Wipe away the tears, let me hold you up when you feeling down.
Yes, my life's a messy road at times, but I'm speeding across to reach your town.

Today's amazing. I'm seeing a beautiful sunrise. Reminiscing on you.
Hate to repeat my words, but baby I'm coming through.

Though it would take years to get to you, I'm taking the longer drive.
Wait for me outside by a corner. Let me be the warmth to your hip and thighs.

Taste of the sweetness of my heart, I give it to you as my treat.
Hoping that you hear me closely by while I'm pulling up to your street.

Open the gates and door to your heart, I wish to come in.
I wish to rest in your sweet embrace. My heart a drum, I just need your words to sing.

Wake up under the sunrise. How I'll wish that to be.
Of us my love. Baby just you and me.

Under this sunrise.

Drifting slow on a sinking boat,
Shallow waters still sinking my feet and soul.

In the feelings of being felt. Only feels closely good when I've left my innocence round a corner.
Don't hate me for the flesh taking control. I'm not fully around when it goes down.

Drunk in the lonely thoughts. It's a warm place I say but the world sees it cold.

And maybe perhaps I could be the stranger to this, like the new kid round the block.
Neighbors staring at you like I could rob your daughter's Heart with just a pick of the lock.

Just don't make the mistake that all good people couldn't have the bit of bad in the day,
When we go through the night crying on the pillow all the pain.

Be a shame

Thinking all cool kids were the ones driving cars so young and early,
Till current days thinking on it, I feel quite dumb and silly.

I mess things up,
Sometimes I wanna go back to the days of finding happiness at the bottom of this cup.

It kinda *****,
******* smarter than a fancy tux.

Riding solo in a world often chasing you behind. Guess it's my fault wanting to ride in front.

Try to catch up to me if you could,
Try to **** me, please I wish you would.

Rather die on the dirt a free slave,
Than a slave alive outside and a rotting corpse inside.

Impromptu,
Finding many answers in few scriptures.
"Do as you told", by a world's control.
"Don't stray from the crowd", I were told. "Stay on target if you wish to reach a goal".

Blood pressure is rising. Where to.
Breaking through scales, passed the limits. Hoping for some Love to come through.

Liars lie in between the sheets.  It's a roose.
An already lost game with people who refuse to lose.

It's abuse.

Perusing through channels of regret with a glitchy remote,
Stuck on old memories I'd hate to stay by as a resort.

Motion pictures, showing  scenes of my life I'd  hate to lose.
I'd  hate my next steps to lead me to a life led by the *****.

Why though, be populating unpopulated areas of all hate, less Love.
While the last time feels like the first I once fell in love.

Still the many questions of what may be TRUE Love, rather than us teens smash  and pass.
I'd long for the real, that would last.  Alas.

Impromptu. Make up these words as they randomly come.
Life is not always a game but still finding ways to have fun.

Try to buy you roses. Hoping you care.
"Knock, knock", by your Heart. Hope someone's there.

Liberty of freedom between hips.
Taste of Love between lips.

ATM withdrawals to have all my money for you in checks.
But I'd fear of it not being my own withdrawal in the latex.

And not all sweet words sound the same,
Try driving slow in a fast lane.

Hiding often wise behind the camera lens,
Just hate for the love to be for a season, like loving the current trends.

Hold up on the minute just to have a second gone.
So many love tracks on the radio, but not singing the same song.

Really just too scared to wake up all alone.
Birthday wishes all on my own.

Dear, don't you run away from me. Try to follow you behind at a slow pace.
Holding on the best memories for closure just in case.

Just wanna be all that I could be.
Just longing for the clearer pictures I could see.

It's suspenseful but what could I do.

****** to True love.
My understanding of it isn't the highest of most from above.

But I know a bit. Just say it were enough.
With the baby steps I'm taking wishing to pass the crawling phases for the ground feels TOO ruff.

This is my first time, I'm just so scared of the pain to come.
Scared of falling too deep that I can't get back up to add it up all by a sum.

Commitment and loyalty is all I ask for,
When we bound TOGETHER by the flex and ring.
Bleeding our very love through my pores.

Just scared when that will come to be.
Could it be too soon or late. When the days of I have become of days of WE.

I'm just the ****** to true Love.

You tripping like you've overstepped,
Falling way too much like you've overslept.
Moved into my emotions, but don't know what state I'm in.
Played on what was the best side but don't know the team I'm in.

Could they push you to the edge
When you live right by the ledge?

Geared for life but don't take days in reverse
Be as you are like different days try to be diverse

Hate holds the hand but still not felt,
Keep a lot of my own will beneath the belt.

The many firewalls of my Heart for a corrupt world.
Still more cracks peeping through. Spinning in my head, I'm pretty swirled.

O'Lord, what's this situation a world's got me in.
Trying to swim out of it's depths but I'm acting like a fish with a missing fin.

Be lost, waiting to be found.
Be down and out before I hit the ground.

Give me a sense of hope in such a senseless world in it's own manner.
For an upcoming year I'd ask of where I stand, under which banner?

Make sense of this,
Make ways through this.

A man of the many drinks, till the ends of the night the drinks drink him.
From the past, brought up in the mud.  Forgive the dirt I bring as your present.
Be unsettled with so, but don't mind my stay for I'm just the part time resident.

A couple pennies for thoughts, a few dollars for dreams and visions.
Speaking in the silence of the dreams to be.
Still to many ways to lie and many more reasons.

Like ever changing seasons, can't really stick myself to being one.
Warm hearts in the cold winters, cold and gloomy smiles across the summers of beach fun.

On the journey of life, but where to go.
Aching feet, I'd have walked all round in circles.
The troubled heart at times, but in my eyes none would know so.

The abstract pathways make no sense but still could clarify the motion.
As like the waves of sea's, moving back and forth without no ease.
Often a soul of lost, drowning in the depths of a bottomless ocean.

Like action movie scenes, often days are over-exaggerated.
Some things in life are way more than than they seem to be with added details.
Commonly overlooked by a downfall eye and the lies incorporated.

Alas, is the Abstract pathways, acting as a map to guide you nowhere.
How so unfair.

Whole heartily who's loving who and who.
Looking through cracks of a mirror, who's reflective of themselves in you.

Trailing thoughts of those happy times that could be,
Feeling though like your own sadness follows in the packs of we.
Still in such of the emptiness you trying to fill it with something of the worth.
And a million dollars seems like plenty but not as many as your existence to the world of your birth.

Like the thieves opting to steal by night,
Why not be the one who returns the lost joys in days of bright.

Yet be out of sight of the enemies eye who hides in the bushes like a snake,
For you own liveliwood mow the lawn for your sake.

And,

You, find the victory in the great things you do.
You, trail from all the rest. Rather be you .
You, the world may drag you through the dirt can never stain your happiness.
You, who seeks for their victory today could never be driven away by this world's  nappiness.

Be as you are. BE YOU.

Back and we better,
Met you by the corner of lies. Warming hugs like a Christmas sweater.

Could be a shame,
If we met twelve times but I still don't remember your name.
And the lives of ours is a game, trying to keep to the ball
Dreams of the awaken calling us by the stall.

Set fires to such a world being so cold by fires of the Heart
Still lightness could be afraid of the dark or being a lonely mess sleeping on chairs of the park.

And if I be frank,
This world kinda stank.

Still, trying to be on a whole other level.
Couldn't we know any better.
Lonely days had us all but down by the colds of the cloudy weather.

Playing the love songs backwards going  back to the first steps of love.
Rich full men still want more, I'd be the hungry man on the cold streets. Out here to starve.

Warmth in the blankets but the lonely sheets are telling many lies
It's the penetrating game, trying to be caught  in between the space of your thighs.

Try to find warmth..

But what are the for comings of such a life I live.
Minds of gone, taken away of many and less a few to give.

Yet looking through the small glimse of the looking glass, seeing these old shadows of doubt.
Placed on hold in my heart at such a particular spot. This be where I find my mount.
Still where do Lone Rangers ride to in a sunrise already down
Where do lost dreams find themselves on my face with the makeup upon me like a clown.

Yet do own clowns laugh at their own jokes without the painted smile
Spoken though are the many words you don't say beneath the trial.

Such trials of common error and us many making many more mistakes.
Yet the harder lessons are what sticks most to the heart yet the revelation of such is of what has me in breaks.

Still what is man's commonality if everyone out there has shut eyes on different things,
The endless game of life chess being played is at most the worst of flings.

Still hear to these words before you fall to the prey of deaf.
Try to face all fears but be warned of running quickly to your own death.

Try to runaway to old childish memories. Playing the old block game, building things I wish I had.
The old lego toys with paint barely left in place on their faces. How right now I feel so sad.

Try to escape to when I had such a large imagination to escape to in my head's own world
Talking to the many Friends they could not see. Old paper planes I never learnt to fold.

Bicycles with no brakes but just the sole of my shoe and risks of my flesh
The many dishes I made with all the brown muddy puddles. Gosh it's all a mess.
We played games as we could be your Mommy and Daddy,
Sorry though child we couldn't afford you a Nanny.
So shut up and go to school while we'd be making you little siblings named Manny and Danny

To the days weird girls had me going crazy,
When watching TV was said to make me lazy.
When you had me puzzled, didn't know where to fit
When my stomach felt strangely good the first time we ever kissed.

When the only knot I failed to make was in a tie
When being so shy made me fail to greet someone new when they're saying Hi.

Every close corner being an adventure in my eye
The many cuts and bruises on my skin to tell the stories.  Childish memories always seem to make me cry.

I miss the imaginary friends and different vehicles my bicycle could be,
Thinking of such memories often feels like a fade. Alas the only the reflection I have is the left over bruised skin on my knee.

Alas I'm lost again in my Childish Memories

Would hate to wake in a world where we all could be perfect strangers
Closing the blinds of the windows, unseeing the happiness of close neighbours.

  Using MY hands to find the bit of control I have in only a man's Childish manners and chronic addiction,
And in me sometimes you'd find the chronic anxiety of MY own confliction.

These pills could for the hour taste a bit of sweet.  
And like the child hiding under the blankets from their daily nightmares, I would try to take it as my only retreat.
And could a man be the slave to his own well being, tying his own knot to hang himself
From the richness of a heart but spending it all that would bring you nothing. Lost in such MY entire wealth.

  Why though I would ask of someone to love me for just the night
For perhaps MY greatest fear would be to wake up alone or ride alone in a slowly crashing flight.

  Still listen closely to a heart of many troubles for a word of advice.
Sitting in such of your troubles wouldn't make you any of the difference or to ease off the pain cutting you by the slice.
My own fingers would bleed out from the splinters of the Dead box I trapped MYSELF in
Or dead out in the cold furnace of the once warm heart I'd place all MY Faith in.

  For the say to think out of the box, but I tore it up from the inside
To then find humbleness before I was choked by my own pride.

  And I got a couple trophies on MY night stand,
The reminders  of the battles won and the gaps of the battles we've lost in the pieces of the sand.

  But if I say this be where I end, I would if my watch could tell such of a time.
So till then I would not give up till everything of MY need is MiNe.

What is the definition of one man's sanity
In a hope of finding something clear in his clarity
And yet to be a custom to something of not
Tying the endless lopes of a never ending knot.

Often there's a lot of things in life I can't really handle,
Burnt out like an old waxy candle.

Asking myself where you place your own loyalty at
Be it the love, girls, money or fame, tell me where your own clarity at.
If this be the last days on this Earth what would you have done
Who or what would be the last you hold in your arm till it all became to none.

And what would be the point at a cutting's edge.
Where would falling man hang by the close peeks of the ledge.
What close cards are you holding to the dealt hand
What's the fallen tears you're hiding in the Ocean's sand.

Often so in life there's days I could be feeling so rich
Yet old days I feel drowned out in an empty ditch.

Buying fake love yet for the moment feels so easy to get
But my mistake would be for taking it all as real. Placed my heart out there amongst the playing set.

But I couldn't bare to be alone,
Living in a big house all on my own,
Have no close friends call me on the phone,
Blowing birthday candles, eating my ice cream in an empty cone.

I just wouldn't want to be alone.

Sometimes though I could drive myself to be paranoid
Working the hardest of days on my heart but never be employed.

I'd hate to think that I ain't at people's level or in their atmosphere,
Or to think that I could be all that's left coming out of the Earth's rear.

This could be an endless Black Paranoia.

Of the most, many drink a life away in hopes of finding yourself at the bottom of the cup
To living life in a Man's straight manner but the mind is trailing upside down and left out in the dump.

Taking pills and potions to **** empty pains
Alas, I'm left with messy sheets to sleep with on a bed with all my ***** stains.

Lord Almighty, hoping he don't take me out too soon
Crying in the arms of my own self. Feelings felt like a fictional character of the children's cartoon.

Praying to you that you stay, that my heart wouldn't be lost to I in the troubles of a sometimes lost world.
Gripping on the rusty keys of my heart. Often sicken by a constant sin of my regrets to unfold.
Jesus knows of how my sins he bore on the dead ****** tree could hold so much weight
Often if given the chance I would quickly rely on this world's Grace.

But that could never be enough. For this world's desires couldn't hold you for long in the comfort of loving arms,
But rather play with your mind and   body quickly by the strums and noisey drums.

Still tried to disconnect from people and all care
But the places I would end up to be I would find nothing out there.

Now at such a place I found myself to be,
then for an empty man like I had to search in the deeps of himself to find of what would make him free.
To then humble yourself by your wordy lip
Ending up in a fight wrestling with God. Having a bone pop straight out from the hip.

But I had to come to place where I made a switch up from eating too much of the dirt the world would feed.
To dig deep enough in a once cold heart to plant a new seed.

Now such a seed would grow deeper by the roots of a Tree to my Heart
And no man of this world would dare to think they have the sharpest tool to cut such a Tree apart.

So as I water the tree of my heart to the hopes of it growing tall and well,
Watch of the fruits of my labours for the many stories of my own children to tell.

This to the Tree of my Heart...

Okay, so I guess this is how it all works,
I tell you all my problems and you add it up just to tell me **** my worth."

Well to me, seems like my own heart locks itself in the slammers,
Maybe cause when I seen a pretty girl walk down the street I'm indulged by her Curves and her Angles.

And how I'm an own addict to myself.
My biggest fear is that my greatest addictions is slowing what's killing my own health.

Been missing a couple of my own old birthdays
But I tell myself "meeting new people could add happiness in some kind of more ways."
Cause it's really sad when you celebrating everyone's birthday but not even your own.
At my house blowing Birthday candles all on my own. Sometimes I feel so alone.

Yet I sometimes do find myself thinking all about of my Ex
Maybe cause the new girl I have I'd be calling her "My new best."

In this mind it feels like a running TV show but I'm still flipping through channels
And people say "I'm a nice guy," but some days it feels like I loss a piece of my manners.

And really sometimes my own Dad and I could feel too closely like the brand new guy
Deep down I really hate when we really don't show each love "Daddy in the silence could you hear me cry."

And somehow I'm supposed to Christian.
But sometimes the things I do make me feel like I'm lacking in the knowledge of wisdom

And how much I love my girl but I pray not to disappoint her,
Maybe if I were pure of heart, I would wash her feet with oil so I could just go and anoint her.

She has my thinking of kids
I love the fact but I don't want our own children to be part of the weirds.
And how I fear for my own son.
My biggest fear is that I don't be the father he needs.
And die saying "well I guess my jobs all done."

But these are the thoughts of rest
Not the perfect of men, but I try to give them my best.

And maybe this could be your theme song,
Maybe you could be singing through your troubles just to carry you along.

So to Doctor Therapy, to whoevers out there, I hope that you listening.
Cause these are the things I had to say. Hoping surely that there's nothing of some sort that you probably missing.

Just don't forget that I am Christian.
Yet still a human being, so just to know that some of these sins are so hard to be resisting.

But still tell the world of this man's story
And tell them that he tried to his best under his Glory.

And this a story for us or maybe a story only for you.
But, I'm hoping that all the words I said you find them but a bit of word of being a True

With these hands of I what would be the worth of my sweat
The many things I would of done and not, would be closely in the fears of only my regret.

Yet with such these hands what towers do I Build
Collapsing on itself. To clear new ground but on such an already empty field.

And as children would play amongst in the carnage, as to they a Play Ground
I held onto their joyful laughter to increase mine. Though would my own Mother be that of I so proud.

But with such hands I find myself to quick to hold onto to sadness that it bruises my fingers
Instead to build a future for my own, I would have aimlessly build hope in empty figures.


So for a man of I, shall I honestly use such of my hands wisely in the views of my eyes.
Though not to be caught up in the storm of these clouds of Grey Lies.

For with such these hands of I.

Still wonder why they make us cry
Lord knows I be praying trying to ask him why.
And it's a shame it would have to come to this
Too many taking shots but really they're too afraid to miss.

Could a thousand shots to a heart be shot just to make it bleed
Knees be sore and bruised trying to pray for our every need.

But those are just my words.

**** shame I had to lose myself in all other people's selfish words
Expensive taste they try to place on me, taking wrong corners. Living a life of risky swerves

But could I be just the prey to this predators teeth
You say as much as you can to try **** me from beneath.

But those are just my words

But I refuse to be a slave to the words you use to bind me as chains
They may talk full but I won't give you any space to plant yourself in these empty plains.

For if you going to say hate to one really you should hate on yourself
If you were to think you're dying, I would blame such of your words for destroying your own health.

But those are just my words. Don't take to personal
But a word of advice, such of your words are but irreversibly.

But those are just my words.

Particularly in such a place I'm way too loud.
Out of state, out of mind, still stuck on a cloud.

Shortest of time hear a discord in my voice and Dance
The crowd in such a party eyes look so dead and blank, without much of chance.

The five drinks are all but tasting bitter and near to my end
Trying to keep a lot down but truth be told that would make me sleep in my own ***** on a lonely bed.

The stench of disgust of drunk
words covers the air
The shots were too dry and ashy.  Alas left my throat bare.

And the party felt cold enough to mistaken my heart to be dead
The drinks were too many. All I remember from such a night is all but  Red.

This discord in the corner of such a party is all but sour
As the last few seconds of this night is fading hour by hour.

Tell me, would it be of wrong to have but an intelligent conversation with I myself.
Perhaps such of world standards you speak of a deteriorating of my own health.

And excuses to say, these are probably the many thoughts of Mind
Yet surely, with such open eyes I fall Blind.

From the deepest minds I told the many of white lies. To then a point   leaving a stain.
Despite though that of a different standard of the world's idea I stated aloud would place I insane.

Such though varies an empty space  trying to be a bit of full
And in the life of such my brain, I pick what I would use rightly as my next tool.
But yet. Am I the full box to have the rightful words to pick
Rather lately the words I've said left a density in the air. Rather too thick.

But I'm not a suspect to the prey that I'm  always seen upon a confused man .
I lack such words to place the understanding in you. Yet let I not be mistaken to no such a plan.

For I speak to self for some days I be the Intellectual Conversate
The words of my very tongue few, but thoughts of brain fill up such my plate.

So yes, I may be mistaken to be of the cousin of Insanity of the brainless  one .
But give me that of choice  to speak of what's my mind and shall I then do you such no harm.

Be of this my mind. Rather the deeps of something inside
A word of intelligence but shall not it be of my fallen pride.

Fire, fire, in the Deepest Colds of my Soul
Here be I a stranger to self from my every Turn and Toll.

Though I may have not very changed, I Feel so Anew.
Despite such my mind feels Broken. Perhaps I've lost the *****.

Though could Earthly Medicine heal such to a Soul
Shattered to these many Former pieces. How I long to be Whole.

Wholeness in Myself of I
Days ago how I fell Straight to my Blindness to neither see across, beneath the Glimse of my Eye.

Yet I count up so many tolls but in a Heart's of hearts, I count Blessings Afresh.
For I know they could not feel like such of Plenty, but they are the Many things to help me Impress.

My soul to be of Impress.

Old days be but gone. Surely what have I done to be a new.
Time in but a day feels so short but my desires of this last not so few.

If be this when I go shall I taste the last of my Love's lips
Perhaps get a taste of the brown bottle in a couple sips.

But really should I look back to what happiness I brought to I from living such a life.
Flip through the pages of memories. Surely I fear not of such. Even to the afterlife.

For the conclusion to such a story be ready to meet it's end
As sometimes as most I fear one day I may not wake from bed.

But be not this to bring an upside-down man even more down
For all such chaos find calm and serious amgonst all. Don't paint a face to play to a clown.

Don't try to do what could of been down before only for now. For what shall it be a shame.
Till end of Day will soon be to come. Do all of you as such only in the Holiness and Grace of He his Name.

An out of site out of mind
Broken eyes. Alas I blind.

Black vein under the flesh. Thrills of the chaotic world.
Shut my ears from these many secrets untold.

Piece by piece try to build myself up to be a tall tower
Pretty scents in a nose blocked away from a hint of sweet flower.
Perhaps colour blind but still seeing the world in a brighter light.
Try to do things in accordingly steps. To try be right.

For how a taste of evil and revenge could taste so sweet
Yet aches my stomach from too much indulgence of this very evil treat.

And O'Father and dear Mother, don't see such of your son in the steps of them
For he may be fallen from your wise lips and strayed away from your very stem.

Still will he have found a place in He of the Kingdom maker
To be as I were created as his Child. A giver than a taker.

Feeling lost, bit confused
Feeling broken and abused.
Looking up to his face,
Been losing hope. Really that's a plea to my very case.

Walk in my shoes you'll feel a couple fears
Dry out my eyes and count a few tears.
Alas sometimes I feel so much pain and regret
Still as You be to pick me up and tell me I'm not down yet.

Cause, over many years I would have felt like a searching man now lost
Came upon He who wiped my slate. A price for my life, you paid the cost.

The very times I may feel myself to be down and alone
No-one near or closer to ring a lonely heart on the screen of his phone.
But You, who dialed on me to check up on my broken state
A Daily Bread to I, always You to fill this plate.

Still, it's so hard too be as you are
As such a world would tear I apart. And with such a blade left I with a scar.

Be there many voices inside of my cloudy head
I'd rather listen to you alone just for my very sake instead.
Gave life as such to my soul. Here be I not feeling so dead
All mornings of mine Blessed till the end of Day. I awoke once more again from Grace given by such of You from the sheets beneath my Bed.

Cause all you would of done is show the terrible man such Mercy
Even more when enemies speak down on me. All their words as weapons to curse me.
Still as you are, could be all needed
My help and salvation from a time to a time again. Love of yours was not of such I would bend knee and pleaded.

For over such Mountains and Deep into many a Sea
Many things of this world in the way, still Love of you could search through all to find me.

And all for this I could only say is, Thank you.

Considering that this would be the rough touch
A thousand different days gone, yet nothing changed of much.
Though if be the felt
Had I been told earlier, that might of helped.

A little more white covers on the lonely bed, just don't be mistaken of me being KKK
Better yet I wouldn't appreciate being closely like to they.
Thank you very much
To those who filled my plate with their hate, but apologises for not taking it for lunch.

And if we could have felt a relation to each through a heart, we would be The Peoples of People's
Yet alas we moved to far apart from the distance spread out in the hay stack full of needles.

Driving past with a window of dark tint
Felt as though your sour voice was disguised as Apple mint.
Magic cities but with the imagery of all but evil things and a whole lot of voodoo
Old to the minds and physical, putting brand new clothes. Try to feel Brand New.

Felt you were all on this yet I'm stuck on that
A lot of fake richness be what makes you such a spoiled brat.

Day and night would a corrupt system change
If the chapter felt to put me in a snooze could I flip to the very next page.
Just tell me of what I felt when I walked in a cold room with colder people.
Life could be a gun for it feels so lethal.

Felt.

Hey there wild child what got you so tamed
Warrior of the spear what got you so enslaved.

Hey teacher, why don't you leave the history books in the past. I hate living there.
This could be like bar fights in the night, no-one fights fair.
But what is this
Pretty eyes on wide hips. Forgive me I couldn't resist.

Still what's better, the wrongs a too many
The pride is full but their hearts so empty.
What's across the shadows, chaotic if you had asked me
You say the blind man is lost but he's ears had a lot to see.

Chaotic, I tell you now
Still how we got here don't dare to ask me how.

Too much pain in this empty misery
Too many snakes in the grassy yard. Really what's killing me.

Riot in the heart, it's going crazy down in the there
Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot
Control, Control, Control, Control, this could be the greatest pain I swear.

The wind is too strong, blowing my soul away
The cold nights feel too dark, when will come the other day.
Help me, help me, would the helped lend their hand to the help
Why smiles of so many people stink too well like old kelp.
This couldn't be the apocalypse but the  attitudes make it too soon
Just don't cry darling when you lose sight of a sun by early noon.

Start a riot, the heart of a oppressed disturbed the peace
Call the guards and chiefs we take your shots and pray you miss.
Hands in the air not for my surrender to you but to the King
Killed me now wouldn't really matter, going up to Heaven by Angel's Wings.

Hate me now, your hateful words could never fill my plate
I may be down and ***** but never take it as my only state.
Don't call me the beast to this game that's the name of the evil one
Don't speak his name in praise, his deeds be the ones of killing Nuns.

Riot, someone calm this storm in it's space
Lord we would need much peace in your arms. Give us your warm embrace  

Help us Dear Lord.

[VERSE 1]

Not too sure that I wanna fall in love again.
Just too scared to lose myself in lost and found before I hit the ground, Baby I'm just going insane.
So many ups downs like climbing stairs
Too many heart breaks and even more love affairs.
But Baby I'm in love...

[VERSE 2]

Not sure if I could get out bed and have my breakfast always out there,
But I'm so out of breathe, lately I've being run out Air.
Not sure if I could keep my eye off another pretty girl that passes me by,
But all for you the piece ain't enough I need the whole **** Pie.
Cause Baby I'm in love.

[VERSE 3]

Not sure if I could share my blanket and this comfy bed
But I may be alive, still without you I'm feeling so Dead.
Hate to say goodbye but even more when I'm already missing you
Could we be stuck forever if I bought us some glue.
Baby I'm in love.

[CHORUS ]

Cause, baby we may be different but I'm loving you the same
And ****** girl I'm in love with that name
And if they say I'm crazy in love well then I'm going insane
If I'm singing love songs all through summer then I'll be also singing in the rain.
Cause I don't have to be rude
Too many pretty girls in this world acting so crude
Better yet they just put me in a bad mood
If could marry you right now you know that I would.
Cause all you have me feeling is feeling so **** good.
Lining up my smile just to set me in the right mood.
And I'm love with You and only You.


[VERSE 4]

Baby I'm in love with just You,
So many pretty girls all out in the world but those like you will be so Few.
So turn the radio on to that love song
And baby we could sing along
And baby, please don't be so rude
Cause this world is just so crude.
But Baby, I'm in love with that name
We might be so different but I'm still loving you the Same.
God must of had a lot to be blessed onto you
Cause your beauty got me so impressed onto You.
Throwing me kisses to keep in my back pocket
Till the day you stopped, how I almost lost it.
Still sending me kisses through the phone,
Especially when I'm without you, feeling so cold and alone.

[VERSE 5]

So kiss me right now, how I need you right now
Wish I could explain it, but I just don't know how.
Still thinking hard about you no wonder my head hurts
Especially imagining those legs in all Blue those skirts.
And if feeling old I have you to help me feel brand new
If I said I would die for you would you take as True.


[CHORUS]

Cause, baby we may be different but I'm loving you the same,
And ****** girl I'm in love with that name.
And if they say I'm crazy in love well then I'm going insane
If I'm singing love songs all through summer then I'll be also singing in the rain.
Cause I don't have to be rude
Too many pretty girls in this world acting so crude
Better yet they just put me in a bad mood
If could marry you right now you know that I would.
Cause all you have me feeling is feeling so **** good.
Lining up my smile just to set me in the right mood.
And I'm love with You and only You.

[BRIDGE]

Darling your Mine
There's wasting no time, aged to my taste you're my tall glass of wine.
And Baby you're Mine
There's no need to be wasting no time cause you're all on mind and too many thoughts of how that waist of yours is all but so fine.

[CHORUS]

Cause, baby we may be different but I'm loving you the same,
And ****** girl I'm in love with that name.
And if they say I'm crazy in love well then I'm going insane
If I'm singing love songs all through summer then I'll be also singing in the rain.
Cause I don't have to be rude
Too many pretty girls in this world acting so crude
Better yet they just put me in a bad mood
If could marry you right now you know that I would.
Cause all you have me feeling is feeling so **** good.
Lining up my smile just to set me in the right mood.
And I'm love with You and only You.

Many intentions of a shadowed mind Be thee good nor evil.
It's a fallen leap I would of taken Just harder to see your own future through a small peep hole.

Like a smoker drowning his lungs in darken clouds,
Where be the air left for I to breathe in all the places out of my bounds.

Intention wise, don't judge knowledge of years through few grey hairs,
For we all could be a wise man's  teacher. Your knowledge be plentiful, doubtful words said really have no cares.
A hero to self, save some grace to feed someone else in lonely streets.
My hand be not so clean yet I would aid you. Don't mistaken me with amongst the creeps.

Intent in what I would of Done. Lord almighty guide a lost heart.
Trailing along this trail, where be the signs to tell one to start.

And at the end of my one funeral let all you sing of not my loss but my good intentions  I did.
Never mistaken my identity wise, call me to be once a child not thee to a Kid.
Promise you would of had a song in the playlist to lighten up a mood,
If I went to soon I pray to a God of my heart I did something closely to good.

These be intentions, I'm trying to make some of great,
Children born later of my blood, Daddy did his all to be one trying to rid a world of hate.

Dial, dial,
the beeping is going so long.
Hello,
do you hear my silence or best do I sing it in song.
Hours,
Here be a thousand hours filled in a bottle on this one empty call,
I lost track for a moment and had to restart. Excuse me I had to stall.

Calling all my friends,
could we meet at the corner of the bar.
Wait outside till the bouncer would blink and move past him faster than a speeding sports car.

Rather yet I should call my mother and ask her how she been.
Last I would of heard of her voice would be ages older than her. Never ment to be mean.
Yet  a bag of ten pieces of silver quarters.
Would I call my father?
Daddy, daddy ,
I don't want to go to school no more, it feels too risky like I'm still crossing illegal borders.

But I never pressed a button that held that number.
Though I could of called a doctor to cure such insanity. To it, I be it's newcomer.

To have people move past me and see into this empty box,
Thinking of who to what I would call, with my silver pieces hidden inside my socks.
Just don't try to call me right now, I probably wouldn't know the time to call you back.
This time feels too short, so it's time to set goals on all the things I lack.

Rich or poor in yourself
shall I not love you as at such,
A day onto another day is not a bit of care I give as just enough.
So why trouble a broken heart as it be,
let alone a lesson still to be learnt
for hearts of many trying so hard to be free.

Open the blinds of my eyes to let the light in.
Troubled days many as my ever growing hairs,
Many a fall trying to break away a pit from a thousand a sin.
As so, I hate to have time to be fooling around
Surely I need not to be wasting all time for it sickens me from feeling a sense of proud.

And these words will become so as strange
Still I'm wishing to be going home so hail me a taxi to drive away from this darkened empty cage.
Let my favourite song play as loud on this lonely long trip.
And if I make it home early tonight pour out one more shot for me to sip.

Still if the ego of my pride grew too much, cut it by a root,
If a taste of lust were to be so sweet, cut my tongue and leave me to just mute.

For all around the world there's a party I could be to,
more drinks to lose my soberness at the bottom of this bottle to such an addiction that grew.
A thousand destinations to park my own kids by the flesh,
To be such a fool to lose responsibilities
of my purpose for I'm caught up by the skins underneath her dress.

Yet I should learn like Mother once told me when I did her wrong.
A quick reminder of what such troublemaking shall bring is stuck in my head like a ringing song.

A lullaby for my waking heart, someone sing it well.
Many mornings will come and go, yet for today's day I don't feel the same. Couldn't you tell.

Sing a lullaby for what this heart would take as it's favourite song,
Sweet voices to be sweeten in my ear, I'll find my lips to sing along.
As so my words could never paint the full picture but leaves a lasting outline.
Time should tell if it's been counting the days to add worth to my life by the quarter to a dime.

Still sing a song of smooth, sweet whispers to calm such unending nerves,
Lullaby of tender whispers all through a night of craze. To ride upon on Ocean's waves and curves.

O' I've burst a bubble for being lost in a moment. My heart could be dripping everywhere.
So be a voice to mix me back to one. Sing till you sing no more, if you dare.

Lullaby, O' Lullaby, sing loudly to bleed out my ears.
Please a voice of sweet and reason, calm a heart and wipe it's tears.

Leaf.

The ground you've now touched.
I hold you now, hoping your fall from grace never felt so rushed.

Green of your skin, till a couple days it becomes brown to be then part of the air,
Fly away though, to wherever winds of Earth shall take you. Hopes of love you find out there.
Days pass endlessly as you've fallen away from your tall Mother.
Surely she misses you but knows you time to be gone is now. So a farewell to you and your older brother.

Be free as you choose to be, while I stare out a window sometimes wishing to be like you.
My heart may long and sorrow  for a couple days, yet it seeing you to your freedom will change its blue.


Fly away dear leaf. Fly away.

Love, how unique you seem to be to me.  O' a strange feeling.
How I had a net full of butterflies in my stomach all tied in knots.  So many hearts out there for one brave for the stealing.

O'the the sweet roses of worth in this valley,
with your scent as so sweet and devine.  How would I find you in an alley.
You've surely pricked my heart as I bled towards your beauty.  Do I yet dare to take another chance.
Though I've fallen to my feet trying so to step along but I preferred not to dance.

Your beauty will always leave me intriguing,
still I fall so hard at beauty's first sight. Yet why this happens has found no meaning.

Though so many roses as just,
beauty on their faces catching my eye from poses as such.

But O'rose, how you've caught me again in your trap. Could loving you be as simple.
You've driven me close to a point of lost insanity, your beauty glares as a crystal.
Yet I feel, I  would be dared to steal you from your heart,
But alas, greatest be my fears of being bruised and cut.

Still O'rose, you be so plenty with a unique scent.
If I waited long enough for you, will I be led to regret.

Past time alert, overkill the statement.
Seeing demons, give me the steps to conquer them to bring light to the darkness of a heart's basement.
Pull the plug to let it sink down the drain,
Down be fallen my brain often.  I go insane.

Is it ment to be, a lost child in a cold wilderness,
Father, Father, where have I lost my sight to you, I as your witness.
For I've seen such a crime of man killing each other with harsh words.
Last week gunned down by a racist remark, blood shed with pieces of bone eaten up by black birds.
War in evil eyes, you claim to do it to protect the innocent,
Rivers of blood, drown in your own guilt and choke down on a spoonful of cinnamon.

O'that  girl pushed out the street,
You fed her good no,with just your distasteful piece of meat.
Little girl how good you had it when you had purpose,
But the man of my gender robbed you and left you worthless.
I'm sorry for that, I beg for your forgiveness. I'll take the blame.
How beautiful you were till he put ugliness on your face. Such a shame.

Do none hear the crying out there,  a thousand sons and daughters without fathers.
Demons creeping by their bedroom doors. How they hide underneath the sheets and covers.

But we still be chasing our tails when they don't exist,
Why not chase to be the first to lend a hand to each. Open your hand, why do you try to help with a ****** Fist.

Madness has no specific face to it, just for the moment till it puts on another face.
Ugliness to those who only were to call it out. Such a strange case.
Love feeling endless like the many miles I walk,
Dreams rescue you from my sinking, lost words no reason to talk.

Sadness, depression in the songs of blue playing in my heart's radio,
Could someone hear my tears screaming so loud, broke the speakers of this stereo.
Who hears the cracking heart in a public place,
This heart could be so empty looking for something to fill this space.

And happiness, though you don't stay so long, I'll appreciate that you're here.
Who really counts how many days of your stay, I'm just so glad that you're here.
**** me now if I couldn't live a day without my cup of joy.
When I need it so much for life plays me as a toy.

Sickness, plaguing my existence,
My own body fights you so long as your one resistance.
Messy, my soul can feel so messy.
If I ran naked to feel free from you, someone undress me.

Letter upon letters filling my mailbox,
Who's addresses to you base yourself at. Do you have all the keys to the doors and locks.
So much mail in my mailbox of just blank spaces,
The postman tied them in a nice bow with one string, hoping I wouldn't see the lies in the letter's faces.

O' my, I hate to read long lines upon lines of people never coming in person to say such in flesh.
You tell me many things happening in your life and never once asked about me. Yet told me of your wife's new dress.
Yes you did once come to visit but to visit the visuals on my TV screen.
Do you really know if I had all the funds this month to pay for the lights in that Square box, or all the pain that came in between.

Yet you still would send me more empty mail as if it would be better.
I love the nice words you would use to throw me off track from The Truth in your every letter.

But it has come to me that people who go for so long with never touching home will fall so distant.
To only recognize you when the memory were finally to arrive. When you remember of my existence.

Yet I'll still wish you the best dear old friend, for you're always stuck to my heart and mind.
You may be gone for so long, but never shall we leave our best memories of the best times far behind.

Holes in my old socks, be so quick to compare to my heart.
Money I kept hide in the socks, lost my loose change. No wait let me restart.

Holes in my socks, be so quick to compare to my heart,
Life been too hard, tell me what's new. We all puzzle pieces trying to fit the part.
And money comes and goes but its never clean like the silk keeping my feet warm,
And we all wake up having a bad day, feeling so torn.

Throw your conscious in the washing machine to try and clean it so it at least smells fresh.
Add my empty socks to take up some space, just don't mix it with an old Ladies dress.

And my brain is just spinning, spinning, spinning,
This game in life feels rigged. So I'm not really winning, winning, winning.

O baby, don't lose my socks in the laundry, they holding too many memories.
All the weird friends you hang with, you would make me hang with them too. These be my next frienemies.

Jumping clouds on empty air.
Feet above a ground that holds me down. You all happy to join,  we'll all meet there.
Though I was never born with wings to fly,
My dreams could carry me, so at least I could try.
Dancing like my feet instantly knew all the moves to that song,
I have a thousand steps stuck beneath my toes. I still have some time to walk along.

Living like we had no tomorrow. How fun.
Today could be my last day, so I'll live it like it's exactly that one.

Hold hands with peace and love, couldn't we do this long before.
Happiness is kissing my lips. I'm still wishing for more.
But let's be dancing like all our problems are never,
Though not being much of the genius, I can still be quite clever.

Look brightly at the skies, all those clouds. My space in them, cloud by cloud.
If I scream right now to feel happy, excuse me, this shall be loud.

All those clouds, all so many.

If you could  feel me, you would feel what I feel right now.
O' drowning so much close to the edge of love, no-one help now.
If you could smell that scent that I find to cry about, maybe you would understand.
Then again, tasting a piece of your love was not what I planned.

To have you to be the thief of my life, stealing my very heart.
I would be your greatest crime if I didn't give you full permission. Still you tore it up.
To then build it up again, but this time with your very  essence apart of it's very existence,
O' never did I refuse your love and what it brought forth. I had no resistance.

The pain of your bitter love funny enough can be so sweet,
How you can be so cold and you still treat me well. Your love is indeed a bitter sweet treat.

You must of taught me well for me to know you as so that I can be your other half.
And your very sight knocked me off my two feet. Failing to stand straight like the new born calf.
And you must of planted a deep seed inside of me, for my love for you keeps on growing,
The very roots digging so deep. No signs of slowing.

O' you can be such a cruel one. Yes indeed.
But I'll still keep coming back to you, for one day without you makes me realize that you can be all I need.

I'm still drowning deep at the edge baby,
Drowning till I feel like losing myself. Yet  no-one rescue me, just bring me my lady.
For I'll never forget of our first love when  we locked eyes at each, at first sight.
You know I could never lose such a memory, it shines loud in my brain. So **** bright.

Drowning  away in your love is all I need.

It's a bit of a tragic event, how much pain I surely bare.
Life is in with me a game, not playing fair.
I  could tell you of how much my tears fallen are filling the oceans.
We all standing in the same line, a few causing a couple commotions.

You probably lost my attention span at Hello,
if I were to break down and shutdown, know it's for the hurt in my heart far below.
I'm often feeling so low to the ground, you could smell the dust that chokes your air.
Hurt being a person who hears your downfall could meet you at the bottom. Meets and greets  you there.

It would be a crime to be sad and we all are serving life sentences.
To have your own judgment of pain be the evidence to a court, who's love for you is just black emptiness.

I would tell you to duck down but I did it first.
O'look how I could taste the soil particles from being so down. We could lie to each to be always cursed.
Just say  goodbye and goodnight to unhappiness. It never stays long.
If we all could sing the one thing to bring us up, we would all have a song.

Breathe, breath of sweet realise,
Tomorrow is always a brand new day. Go find in it your Peace.

Sunny days could still remind me of so much hope,
Smells like the sweet natural honey I tasted from my finger tips. So sweet it was just too hard to cope.
And I can't help it if that love song plays on the old radio I find myself to cry,
It's really a bit of me being silly, I barely could explain the reason of that to myself so don't ask me why.

And the nature of my soul is a changing season,
Often it's a bit shaky when I lose myself to sin and I eat it up for no apparent reason.
If I could tame my thoughts to stay close to a cleaner side, surely I would.
I've proven myself many to be new greatest to something yet to be. How this feels so good.

My cure to what breaks me down though sometimes never really works,
It's something that fulfilled it's purpose, so I can rest my soul. Rest now, a seat for it, as it sits.

Cure,
To what was stinks my life like manure.
Cure,
To what has brought me down so many times though being so few.

CURE FOR IT ALL...

Take what you need, leave what you want.
Life's a work of art, sharpen your pencil to draw your dreams out. Never use the pencil of blunt.

Why waste much time throwing Dreams out the window, expected for someone to catch them.
Why hold onto cold emptiness instead,  if the dreams are real to you hold tightly, grab them, latch them.

Let me draw you some piece to Truth.
Everybody is the genius in their own sense. Born with it all just often lost when you be a typical youth.

Try harder till it becomes your best,
draw out the creativity of your mind and heart so you stand out of the rest.
We all living a scary same life, just different demons,
rubbing the beauty of what we create, no longer dreaming.
Yet the artist would face much criticism.
Many take one's own dreams to be nothing but memory bubbles, traveling round The Truth. Much tourism.

But that's the pain though,
hate still the same though.
The greatest greed can be the fame though,
you could hate the picture I draw, think I'm insane though.

But I'll draw out what The Creator put in me to let out.
If it offends I apologize but I'll go all out.