Expect less of me and I'd give you more.
The Heavens ain't high enough, nor Hell's fires too hot.
For both ain't too ready for what's in store.
And both would see me at the top.

And maybe a lot would wish the best for me, but curse with the same mouth,
Swear to you things that their lips can't keep.
And by a peep, people would eye your rewards and want a piece.
Kinda figured it won't really change,
just repeating the old days.
With the old croaks with frog mouth.

But what really happened, to best of deeds.
When the wants were lesser than the needs. While growing large dreams started from tiny seeds.

Guess I'm too much of a slave to the past,
wishing for the old days just to last.
Filled with the better memories and fewer laughs.

But I ain't raising my voice high enough to give the world a speech,
But I am giving it a piece. Putting a lot out onto the table, not afraid of the risk.

So let the far edges of the world hear me high and mighty,
Cause my light words shouldn't be taken highly likely.

And I learned from my Dad that I don't need to slaved to people for them to like me.
So if my speech is a call to arms, come and fight me.

If I could imagine two, I'd imagine twice of loving you.
My feelings were unlocked while I picked at your heart,
And I need you now cause you're such a must.

As you're such a pretty eye. A pretty lady.
But I don't want to see you cry, when you're my Lady.
And I don't want to die. I know it's crazy,
Cause I'd hate to say goodbye. I'm never ready.

But my words are weak at your scent so strong,
my feet are cold, well my eyes are wet.
and without you all, it's but regret.
For my sight is short, still I'll see you long.

But I'd have to ask why love me so?

Dearly how I wake when I sleep, as I sleep through my wake.
My mind slowly falls out of shape,
and then becomes that empty space.

Confidence in check,
well I'm at least to expect,
To give those around a piece of my best.

But how so? I'm a piece of depressed.
Bleeding out my heart, and beating out my chest.

It's been too long, since I've had a word,
a little hint in the letters I pen.
But then again,
I'm completely clucked as like a hen. Hanging with the lions in the depths of a den.

Still confidence in check,
like the pride beating upon my chest.
What did you expect?
I take everything as if what the heck.

Living in the moment,
till I'm out lived by the fewer moments that follow.

So really what the heck?
Rather be the wild card amongst the deck,
black sheep amongst the wool of white,
least then fall into opportunity's sight.

With a little confidence in check,
doing all the little of best.
Then again what did they expect?

Ain't my confidence in check?

Twas Sweet of sweet losing it's touch of love,
a synic course of nature forcing hungry more to starve.

Twas man who fell bringing down the world with him,
and being that it was planned, no other man would have dream.

Twas age who neitherless took the time to wait,
for Death who preyed upon the old and weak to put our lives at stake.

Heed to such words, and what tales the tell.
Ringing to your ears like an old church Bell.

For twas jealousy that man cast a stone to ****,
And his sin had only a price for another death to pay the bill.

Twas to be a son a sacrifice to prove his love,
And the new life was only through his Blood.

Twas a dying Tree that he died upon,
nailed on it till his life was gone.
And had left this world before the rise of Dawn.

But the lion could not be slain,
and by Jesus name, his rise was now that came.

Twas when the Earth had shook,
the Heaven's had cried.
For it was Truth,
the Risen King had no longer died.


Twas when man looked to the sky,
the skies begun to shine.
For the man once had him to deny,
But now was the time.

For the fallen Son had risen.
All sins were forgiven.

For he was risen,
the man of flesh,
For twas it Jesus.
Twas he who was risen.

Worth more than the gold of this rich heart,
can't finish my words, so I'll give you a best start.
Movie scene, you honestly gotta be the best part.

Chump change of my one dime,
pay dues just to spend more time.
Kinda selfish when you're all mine,
red wine of you both being so fine.

Quite strange how it all goes,
your love makes my words all flow,
Taking heed to your tempo just to go slow.
And at your lightly pace, I can't help but to just glow.

Won't swear for a promise is my better deal,
in the many fake faces, tryna see what's real,
Risk it all just to enjoy that one thrill.
And your soft lips are my sworn will.

As the days will change like another book page,
my love still strong, but it does age.
But started best being teenage.

So let's take the time to start in it, and both engage.

From the spirit of awareness,
while playing cold in the growing times of old,
doing right not seeming the farest,
And being so kind is often the rarest.
Breaking the stigma of a point of view,
and perhaps it is true of being the right thing to do.

Cause I may understand a lot, but a lot seems lost,
From paying the cost and gaining the loss,
of being cut off materials of the world of it's one cloth.
And how gracefully we fall right from the top,
when the minds are found but the hearts are so lost.

A stigma we break, till the breaking is broke,
while laughing at the world but you are the joke,
Losing my doubt, but more of my hope,
the actions I do they hardly be spoke.
Oh really, how do I even cope.

The stigma of flesh yearning for silver,
dull eyes dreaming of gold.
And pieces of debt to pay by being your Master's pleaser.
Had it been of my soul being sold, and likewise the world of being so cold.

Wasn't a crime of love, a custom feeling holding two places wasn't enough.
Growing tired and weary, losing hope in you dearly.
Upon a hungry heart going into starve,
as the closest meal isn't as close nearly.

A short verse grows colder than a body in a herse,
a swearing word raises concerns, and upon a curse.
And it's a familiar time I act the worse.

A haunting whisper,  turns my heart anew in a new year,
So saying goodbye to the old feels so weird,
but still wish I never knew you.
And time has past from a white hair in my beard.

So a custom please to myself, and the unhappiness towards my wealth and health.

Penny for a thought, penny for the waves of emotions to buy a new boat.

Down goes another relationship, another relationship going down,
once was a dime, a vessel better known for it's time.
But all aboard the ship, another relationship going down.

Pennys and Ships,
Vessels of giving girls a tip.
Swallowed down through the sea's lips,
lost at sea in pieces of silver ships.

Greeted by your thighs,
lost space inside your eyes, while that feeling comes to rise.

And I know I've told you lies,
so making it up to you sooner is pretty wise, while that feeling comes to rise.

And I want you tonight as my prize, while that feeling comes to rise.
Quite a distance for a ****** drive.

Rising within me, stirring me to no good,
questioning to bite, probably should.
But you'd join the feeling if you were in the mood,
simply because my body language is quite loud and easily understood.

To be how it may,
sweat dripping of the flesh, wetter than the waters across the bay.
It's probably an overcast today.

And this feeling ain't complete,
two foreign bodies coming together to meet.
Two feelings coming into one, and then they'll repeat,
having your thighs to greet,
upon the arrival of your meal within this meat.

While that feeling comes to rise,
not being chased, and none to despise.
Like the feeling of being so close to one, failing to say your goodbyes.

Such of that feeling comes to rise.

Trying to make a boy into a man,
trying to love better than a crazy fan.
Trying to figure out all my ideas to make a plan,
just trying to be a man.

Needing a little space apart from my mind to at least breathe,
trying to pick out all the want in my life to know what I need.
Just giving out all of my love for someone better to receive.

Wishing I had a better place to call my own,
not being with all my friends and feeling so alone.
Searching deep inside myself for depth in my soul,

Trying to keep an eye on my goals and on the ball.
Just trying not to fall.

Cause I've hit the ground hard enough that I feel absolutely nothing.
A ****** nose would remind me that we all feel something.
But if I'm somehow heading in the wrong direction, could you please stop me.

Cause I'm lurking through my shadows, trying to find some light,
But Sun is going down and going out of sight.

But I'm still out here in the night desperately trying,
my mouth is shut, so I could be lying.
Cause liveliness is feeling closely to dying.

But I'm still trying.

Love and feelings could you not forsake me,
deep breaths in my soul make me,
hopelessness I have degrades me,
slow days don't phase me.
But only catch me in awe to amaze me.


For alas I'm probably going crazy.

I want a lot of things, but a lot of things don't want me,
pushing  me away, as I'm pulling back.
From the glamour of the fame, and bit of success. I still want a piece of that.

For alas I'm probably at a place of lack.

And it's kind of an empty fact,
a dark hole I see myself falling into the very trap,
Selling me no good, comforting it with a pat to the back.

Pat pat you go,
for a piece of that sell your soul.

And they'll take your light, steal it's glow,
now you've lost your soul.
On wishing to have everything, but you've lost it all.
And the depths of Hell itself call upon you to pay your debts for your soul.


And like these words of such a write,
from top to bottom following a flow,
that's not what I hope to come from to go.
I want a bit of fame, but won't spare my soul.

Shall we not be two skies apart,
but of one being, and flesh.
Given a piece of myself for a trade of your heart.

Let's not waste into time, nor spare a moment,
but be eachs constant.
A loving inspiration for the words of this odd  poet.

Kindly gentle down your heart upon my hand,
being it little, it holds a lot.
Shall we be covered by love like the oceans  surrounding the land.
Kindly hidden amongst the waves, underneath pieces of sand.

Gently I hold onto you, dared not to lose,
for in a game of love, we'd seek to conquer.
Still, if all I had was little, I'd have something much to prove.

Joy with me as a smile like one of a young man in love,
whose stomach turns with butterflies.
Such feelings never being enough.

Journey with me if dared,
ride the longest mile locked in my arms.  
For true happiness is only a distance away, so shall I take you there?

I have an empty bottle to place my dreams,
but I best fill it quickly before it sinks,
Yet time is not on my side as though it seems.

The world moves fast, that I look twice,
It plays cruel when you're acting nice.

And you'd have to give Love, and then repeat,
Cause if you can't do that then you won't receive.
And I know it's odd, but True indeed.
Cause this love we have is all we need.

And as they say faith can move a mountain, I don't really have much to prove,
They say I don't fit, but can't even fit in my shoe.
I know it's odd but kinda true.

And there's no real distraction from what is happening,
And I'm a young man just acting so old fashioned .

And these lessons too kinda feel the same way,
Just used for a different day.

But this empty bottle would tell me otherwise,
And you'd know me keeping it as a prize.

Though the world would hate us,
sadly we can't hate equally.
So we'll be the unbalance.

So a cheers to what I'll pour out of this empty glass of mine,
And to the future, and perhaps this drink, both to last me through time.

Crack upon my heart,
the feelings inside that box,
Like wearing out the old memories of my baby socks.

Oops I may have forgotten a few,
so surely what would I do,
Still I find a piece of them while I stare in the eyes of you.
Lest they tell me what only is true,
of these growing feelings I have for you.

And my baby socks still have that stain,
of the dirt I stole from the Earth while I played a game,
As I was so young from the days of feeling no shame,
I lived a life with a different name.

But all things had to change once that feeling came,
can't act like a baby anymore when you have a baby that is your dame.
And once they've become your feelings constant, your baby socks have run out of their fame.

So crack upon that box,
if you wishing to see what's in my heart,
And you may find that hiding memory worn out in my baby socks.

I don't, I don't, know how to die,
Baby, baby, don't you cry,
I know that your heart says goodbye.
But I don't know how to die.

You try to wake in your sleep,
with your many nightmares of deep.
You take my heart, you take it's beat,
you take it all, and you repeat.

You try to run inside your feet,
you try to take me of my sweet.
You take it all, it's everything,
you take it all, and you repeat.

But I don't, I don't, know how to die,
Baby, baby, don't you cry,
I know that your heart says goodbye.
But I don't know how to die.


You try to wake inside your deep,
you tried to run inside your sleep.
You take my love, you take what I feel,
you take it all, and you repeat.

But baby girl I have a treat,
it's not my soul, but you can feast.
Just don't take it all, you not repeat.
Don't steal my smile while you walk down the street.

Cause I don't, I don't, know how to die,
Baby, baby, don't you cry,
I know that your heart says goodbye.
But I don't know how to die.

Just leave me be, and pass me by,
find yourself another guy.
Cause I grew tired of your ***** eye.
So baby won't you let me cry,
cause I don't want to try to die.

Cause you take it all, and you repeat,
you take it all, and you repeat.
Cause you took my heart, and it's a stolen beat

Baby it's a stolen beat.

I have a feeling, a beautiful pain caught inside my heart,
And never have I found the right way to let it out.
It stays it's course, riding around the many emotions I hide in my heart.

It's a beautiful pain.
Hurts to give away,
hurts to share, nor to borrow.
Leads to unfamiliar places, and begs me to follow.

It festers in my soul, grows beautifully like a red rose.
But it's a black rose, a flower that has a sting.
With sharp thorns to ***** through me, and it's my Beautiful Pain.

And I'm unashamed by it's nature, or it's true name.
A wild plant in the forest of danger, a wild plant that only I can tame.

So I have a Beautiful Pain, so much beauty it hurts me dearly.
And clearly you wouldn't know what it is, for it ain't yours to own or know.

It's my Beautiful Pain all alone, and all on my own.

I don't like it when you leave stains on my neck,
baby I'd have to confess to how much I really hate the mess.
So excuse me for not letting you get near my chest.

And baby I can't lie how good you look in my vest,
How you found a comfy spot on my bed, using it as your nest.
But the trial of my mind is how you've made yourself home, yet you came in here as just a guest.

You told me your name was Patience, but truly speaking it's not in your nature,
And you make me wish we never met sometimes. Could you not be a stranger.
For you look to me to be your savior,
but I can't answer that prayer.
You just happen to be the girl they call a slayer.
And why I let you stay is beyond me,
indeed you knew how to lie to my very heart, filling it's hopes with your fake glee.
I'd run away from you, but my emotions towards you I can't flee.

So I'll just watch from my bed while you put on your lipstick smile.
Watch you dress yourself in the mirror,
let my heart play out your hero.
And while I wait for you to come back, I'll remember your scent that's left on my pillow.

The ring on my finger may say we're ment to be,
But you don't let me be so free.
So I'd ask you the question, why did you even marry me.

Lock your promises,
Swear to me you would, keep to your word if you could.

Lock your promises,
Build a bridge of trust to connect us both, show me you took my feelings with the sense of worth.
Swear to me you would, than to rather force me no good.

Lock your promises,
Hide away the Key, keep the secrets I tell you safe for me.
And surely of you I'd plea, and if you had the heart to keep my secrets, you'd fill my heart with glee.

If you'd lock your promises inside a chest, hidden away from all the rest.
Buried deep down in a foreign land beyond the West, I'd think it the best.

Just pinky swear if you could, lock your promises if you would,
To do justice to my already broken heart some good.
I'd think it best you should.

Now is the time my mind tends to think of danger,
When all my hopes and dreams just happen to be strangers.
And all my words have gone to empty prayers.


Along with the fighting of idle voices inside my head,
these many demons that wish me dead.
That creep inside my dreams beside my bed,
that take my sweet dreams and give me nightmares instead.


Now is the time my mind fears danger,
when minor hurts seem to hurt me major.
That slit my throat with a black rusty razor.

And along came these voices trying to steal my smile,
And ten thousand miles my mind walked along the length of the River Nile,
and told my concerning heart of it's denial.


Oh, but I'll close my ears,
to escape my fears, as I wipe my tears.
Oh, but I will stand, though my courage is not so grand.
And upon my hand I'll hold onto the light, though my palm seems bland.

Oh, these idle voices will fear danger,
I'll make them strangers.
Oh, they'll know my name, feel the pain of my shame.
For my heart seems wild, but it can't be tamed.
And at the end of this battle, I'll be saved.


Cause now is the time my heart will rest,
when I take to bed, though I seem depressed.
I'll hide my pride, dig down that chest.
Cause I don't want these idle voices, to steal my rest.

Wish I had the knowledge to think straight inside a crooked world,
Or at least on the piece of wisdom that only exists. I kindly prefer.

Dear Sir, if you have the ears to listen, or are  you just ignoring my voice,
But if screaming to the Heavens would get your attention, I'm leaving you no choice.
Cause I'm left out onto the ground like pieces of black rose, and these feelings seem not to matter, but they'll gladly impose.

I kindly prefer for you to have the time to give me back some of mine,
Pay a little of my due on pieces of a silver dime, and stretch out the path I'm walking on from this thin line.

Dear Sir  you've seemingly took much of your time, leaving a lot of responsibilities behind,
And your not the type to hide, but don't act keen on it if it's only on your pride.
For you may think of me lesser for thinking you're no longer by my side.

And don't call me by my faith, a lot of it has gone to waste.
Instinctively hiding my pain behind a smile on my face.


So kindly good Sir would you take the time to move off your throne,
Lend the hand to aid upon my palm, and being a King with your crown, would you'd do what should be done seemingly calm.


So here's a reminder to you, thinking I should bring my affairs to your alarm.

Force me to bed, but I don't want to fall asleep tonight.
Soaked my pillow in tears from a couple days ago.
Living through the high points of my life, but only on the low.

But I don't want to close my eyes for a second more while that empty darkness gives me a fright.
I don't want my mind to run away from the nightmares in my head, neither helping me to rest.

I'm wearing rubber clothes tonight in linen sheets. Forgive me for being a little depressed.

Forced into this worthlessness, but I would not stay there on a rich heart.
Drowing in blood, how my high blood pressure is going to prey on me tonight.

I'll pray for something warm for me to wear, but so sorry I only have these rubber clothes. Carrying the dirt of black mud.

I got a few rubber clothes, a few pieces of plastic to sew into my smile.
A few pieces of man that they wishing to take back.
A few pieces of doubt, and pieces of flesh to feed my bones along in the mile.

A rubby heart, plastic choking me from inside.
I'm wearing these rubber clothes cause I don't have anything much to hide.

Heart feels recklessly uneven, taking more than it should. Why wouldn't you give.

Sadistic laughs in front of the mirror, finding humour in the scars of the past.
For I force them not to hold me back, their better place in the past. But the deeper pains of the journey through life seems destined to last.

So I count on the age, time slowly passing through me of the very chapters of life through every single page.
And I can't miss my role in this story, so I'll be forced to engage.

Count on the age, but not counting long enough on time in itself,
For secretly the single seconds steal my wealth, or have I confused it for health.

Perhaps maybe, but maybe won't answer the question,
But it seems to lead to justifiable depression. The type for a while, for only a session.

But all from a recklessly uneven Heart.

Get a piece of it all, how I'd sweat to have it all.
But only of taste, that my lips slowly run dry. Biting through the small pieces of flesh till I reach the bottom.

And I've run dry in my ways, the same ways that get me in so much trouble.
And in these ways I've learnt to be a little more humble.

But it's not the easiest of things when you build your dreams on foundations that will soon tumble.

But I've seem to have missed the bottom, floating still in the air.
So why doesn't someone rescue me there, Lord almighty don't curse me out while I'm likely to swear.

Get a piece of it all, everything I have doesn't feel enough.
For I can easily think of only nothing in this life.
So to say human nature is typically so tough.

At the scope of my own mind moving forward in life leaving the many things behind.
Strange to say, the man a few moments ago isn't the same today.

But then again, who is he if he no longer acts the same,
For in an average world we're all seeming plain. Dripping wet from the many tears of life, being like the rain.

Still I haven't rode through enough oceans of the many tears, for I fear being caught in all the commotion.
And only when I make it to a foreign land I'd have died of exhaustion.
From the idea of being in so many pictures but forgetting what it is to be posing.

So only then do I choose to learn, when the heart slowing burns out as the flesh rises to burn.
And I'll be fighting long days with the flesh, praying for blindness to rescue my eyes when they prey to looking underneath a dress.

So whoever chooses to meet by the scope, shall I save them a place.
But don't let me find you there at your fall of grace. Lest you fill me with worry.
And if that's how we only meet, truly I say I'm quite sorry.

Vultures fill my skies, preying on me.
Don't pray patience, already have enough of that.
Behind the disguise of the vultures in my skies, I'm only seeing black.

Preying birds while I don't pray much for mercy.
Having the weight of the world on my shoulders. Don't wait along for me.

For right now I face against myself and the many demons trying to hurt me.

And we both take to this heart of mine as work of art,
No wonder why we both prey for it's prize.
But to us both we're on fallen grounds, both hoping to rise.

Preying thoughts while praying on Love to rescue me.
Vultures in the air tonight. Wasn't it already dark enough.

But I hope no man to follow in these footsteps, better yet don't follow me.
Not looking for the pain inside of me to be the honesty of my mind, just looking out for Love.

So don't prey on me.

We rise, we fall
We fight for many just to lose it all.
I hold my gun for it's the only thing closest to me.
Seen so much blood that it's so hard to dream.
I'm going down, I caught a grenade.

We march, we follow
We fight these wars on courage we borrow.
I chew on bullets just to keep my strength.
My nose has gone dull from the smell of stench.
I'm going down, I caught a grenade.

We shoot, we ****,
They told us all winning the war would be thrill.
My eyes are shut upon darkness,
My soul dark and cold that it can't bloom flowers.
I'm going down, I caught a grenade.

We ducked for cover,
But the enemies found us and shot my brother.
We tried to fight back, but it was all for waste,
The grenade they threw blew half my face.
I'm going down, I caught a grenade.

We won the war,
But the victory cut through me like a saw.
Was once a man,
But only now the half of him.
I was going down, I caught a grenade.

Going down, I caught a grenade.

If I could go back in time just to be two seconds closer to you,
I'd already save up the hours I have just to find my way back to you.

If I could only fit right through the cracks to find my way back to you,
I'd be running all the way back because I'm in love with you.

I swear I'm drowning in a pool of love, but it's really all I've got.
It's all but a little, but to me it seems like a lot.

In time, it feels like I'm two seconds ahead of you.
And when you're not around I don't know what to do.
Feels like I'm just so lost away from you.

If only I could buy the time.
You would be mine.

If I could be the hours of your life just to be much closer you,
I'd swear the seconds I've bought could fill the time to let me stay right next to you.

If I only had the time to spend all my hours on you,
I'd find all the reasons the why I can't ever get enough of you.

I swear I'm drowning in a pool of love, but it's really all I've got.
It's all but a little, but to me it seems like a lot.

In time, it feels like I'm two seconds ahead of you.
And when you're not around I don't know what to do.
Feels like I'm just so lost away from you.

If only I could buy the time.
You would be mine.

We're living in a city where the sun don't sing,
We know it probably rings.
And we don't see the flashy lights inside the bling,
Which makes it easy enough for us to sing.

We don't take the time to waste the times of others,
We didn't grow up close to everyone we knew like brothers.
We were just the kids growing away from being just like our fathers.

But we're hiding our fears, secretly being like cowards,
We picked and threw our women around just like flowers.
We acted dark in our hearts towards any other brighter colours.

We're the kids of the block,
Hanging around the lost.
We don't search for Love for love doesn't search for us.
We don't know her name, we don't live for her shame,
But we're both the reasons for this pain.
We refuse to take the blame.

So we're living in a city where the sun don't sing, but the moon sings it's chorus,
We worth up the richness of our heart's, but live like the poorest.
We don't have the words for all the songs we sing.
So we'll just borrow your chorus.

We are the Kids.

Cyle a waste of the wasteful mind blinded in the troubles of the world.
Lesser known to the cause of what the world follows for he follows his heart.

By a compass of wisdom, reliving through the footprints of the wiser men before.
What is spoken in mind has nothing of the words to say, but it is still not limited by such for such is not law.

Cyle a waste of the doubtful heart living upon the negatives it positively takes in.
Why live upon it if it kills us inside.

But for the sake of pride we'll fail to admit of how far we've fallen,
For no man wishes to be seen as lost unless by unseeing eyes.

So speaking to inner man within me to ignore such and following of these lies.

Cycle a soul feeling soulless on the emptiness he's made full within him.
For in time itself he has become of the many wasted hours,
Surely where is the time for him to be living the time of his life.
Why lay on the chopping board of the world's standards, openly ready to be cut down by it's knife.

Cyle the three of such a man for him to be free.
For of such man nothing is lost in the wake for he can still find the desire to dream.

Have you the nest to rest my head upon your laps,
For on this already turning world my head too is slowly spinning.

Darling if you knew the distance of my heart growing away from me you'd surely look at me with eyes of concern.

For you live just to learn, but you haven't learnt so much if you can easily count it.
And counting on me is not always a guaranteed number, but I'm taking my chances to count till infinity.

Baby if it was the right enough time for me to say this could be us, there wouldn't be enough seconds for me to say it on what time is left.

For between us both we'll make what is two to be one. But of us both one would have to make the necessary sacrifice.
Understand my ideas of marriage when I say to you I'm giving to you this life.

As I grow slowly to the idea of what the future would be, searching deeply to place my roots.
And I've found Love digging much deeper inside of me that my heart implodes.
Better yet as emotions make it explode.
And I guess for True love I'd be holding the world, taking on it's loads.

So if I ask again to find a nest on your lap to rest my head,
Don't deny me the task.
For I'd never wish in the future to beg and please for it. And maybe by then I'd never need to ask.

It's quite concerning,
this place I find myself am at.
Take a deep breath, but O'Lord I hope it doesn't stench.
I'm a spoiled mood inside my heart, feeling like a brat.

It's quite concerning,
where I've come to be but never really see what's in front of me.
Probably closing my eyes way too much to try to keep on dreaming.
While kicking the world right off my plot for too much scheming.

It's quite concerning,
how I have my wings, but don't know how yet to fly.
Living on the kind of words that feed my dreams so I don't quickly die.

Probably losing my focus staring straight so long at a crooked world,
That makes me feel so dead inside like my own funeral.

And it's that concerning I'm too emotional that I don't know when to cry,
Nor knowing if I should keep my composure when wishing someone I miss already goodbye.

Though am I qualified of being the right person,
Cause sometimes everything of me is gone so fast, I'm all that's left.
And I choose to be lesser of the swearing type, but **** it I can't help without the cursing.

And it's rather concerning, so very much concerning.
And I don't know what's there to fix inside of me when I don't know what's really working.

Child of my beloved, O'child of Mine,
we are yet to meet.
I ask of you to take to my lessons I've left behind.

The world tries you to serve revenge on a cold dish
But how do so by our warm hearts flamed by Love and Mercy.
For I tell you to show mercy by your hands as did mine. Revenge should be in complete absence of such an action, only rather choosing to make peace.

For beloved child of I,
never show care for someone only after they die.
For Death preys on us all, but shouldn't aim to feast upon our love,
For caring for someone is harder when they're all but gone to the Heavens above.

Yet let not your heart starve for desires of this world.
For I tell you that they'll surely fail you in the future when Death calls your body to the Earth. And these things you desire won't always be yours to hold.

This world surely pulls strings, but never play it's puppets.
And Love is not to be played out, for frog legs and pork chops don't go together. So don't play by strings, nor play Love like Muppets.

The heart of Man sometimes plays differently to face,
For we are to our own faults the best liars to self. But never let the in's and out's of you move differently in pace.

Child of my beloved, O'child of Mine.
Be as you, take to these lessons to teach your young. Never leave my wise words behind.
Let your eyes seek to be locked upon wisdom, lest to afford you living this life blind.

Strong not being my heart
Drinking a life away piece by piece falling apart.

Can't change a face born with,
Nor buy everything in the world to go waste after death and fall worthless.
Holding onto glass hoping to see through the world
By blurry faces everything seems less clearer
While being lost in the sky but not free as a bird.

Pause, for the game of life has gone out of play,
Stopping in between the middle, right between the trouble and sadness of today and yesterday.

Only when time beckons my heart to be where it is,
Will I keep to who I am despite whatever the hurt.
And stupidly getting up to face it once more from bruised knees.

Maybe because I'm foolish enough believing fully on hope.
Sleeping on time just to keep to my dreams.
Standing out the pattern of the rest and the other folk.

And find me foolish to keeping to the pursuit of conquering all trouble,
And gladly shall I share with them the joke.

Surely that often enough you look that fine
Aged on the Beauty and taste of your Love
Lips tasting on you of such fine Red Wine.

A glass for my troubles just to dull them off
Darling be the last of the strong grape essence that will grip my throat.
Darling Red Wine of mine of much worth.

For on this night O' Love of mine
Your heart turns the twirls of my mind till it spins out of my control.

For a piece of your Love has paid off my feelings for you by a dime.
For I'll search so deeply inside my soul,
To finding reason to grow old of your taste.

But you'd never go to my tongue's memory to spoil.

Stirring my heart, stirring through me, piercing my heart right through.
Sticking to me that close that we're probably one.
And surely I'm not taking all this just as childish fun.
For I take to your taste that seriously enough that I never grow tired of you.

My sweet, sweet, Red Wine,
O' How often do I see you so fine.
For my Heart is awed to the knowing of you being Mine.

O' my Red Wine.

Likely in an entire lifetime I'm yet to have lived
Taking each day on just as fling.
Hoping to fly through my time, but surely how on Broken wings.

A Great Eagle falling down from it's high pride and grace.
Those he preyed Upon now prey on his misfortune,
The hunt he once owned, he now owes back to be the hunted.
All the strength of his wings all gone to waste.

But him and I are possibly that much a like
Surviving on the skills that keep us close to life.
For we'll both will find such fright when the skill blessed upon us doesn't provide food to hold our stomach down for the night.

Our broken wings will ache so greatly, trying desperately to stretch.
While being held down to foreign land that holds down our weight,
And for a short period we'll lose the identity of our nature and be like dogs playing fetch.

But that's not the moment telling our time is surely done yet,
For through the aching of our Broken Wings we'll stretch them out to find our strength again.
Looking to the skies our home, stretching out to her to hold her once more in our wings stretch.

Taking to the great skies for our Broken Wings shall not hold us back any more,
Take to the Sky as she gives back to us our True place.
To fly above it all as the great Bird we are and soar.

On these once Broken Wings we've found the strength they've always had from before.
For we aren't held down to the ground, for Eagles don't find their True place towards the floor.

So to the Eagle and I, shall we find strength on our Broken Wings.

Born, the catalyst of this world
Unknowingly where I'm going, but perhaps I'm heading in the right direction.
Speaking little as I was told.

What guides me is a compass of hope and faith
Pointing towards where the sun rises so my heart never sets
And following through this troublesome journey, seeking to find a place in empty space.

Where all oceans come to their very end, complacent to be there.
But if the end is closest to the very beginning, gladly I would stay there than to be lost nowhere.
And where the sun sets behind mountain tops, shall I rise at the peaks.
While the settling moon whispers sweet kisses and dreams to slow my unease,
Shall I rest at such a place for a couple of weeks.

Where tender whispers of the wind blows to slow down time to a slower pace,
That well the seconds are cut down to their smaller counterparts,
Filling the gaps of the hours wasted so carelessly amongst the empty space.

Then call that living,
Than to a life lesser of taking away of what we don't have,
To be then giving.

For time will always be wasted on those unfamiliar to it's ticks
Those who only understand time when it's read back to them.
Passing around the responsibilities of life, by short passes and kicks.

But then again the idea of only being a catalyst to this world.
Waiting on the other side of life, unwrapping what's hidden in us as revelation to unfold.

Chase emotions,
Fishing out on love.

I'm hooked.
Placed orders on feelings by the corner store of my heart that's fully
booked.

Spend the worth of time making due within hours.
Pretty girls wanting to keep in my pocket don't come that easily by buying them pretty flowers.

Learnt the lesson too well.

Tell you what was in the few minutes won't be what is
So if you hear me paying on dues for life, I'll take my time to pay the fees.

And people's opinions won't matter if they don't stick
For we all can't afford to buy glue on the daily
Or spend the time digging on memories within thoughts to pick.

So I'll be captain of the course my heart travels

Riding waves of emotions.

Flipping through the best moments of life through the channels.

Held down to my word by gravity.

What will keep me sane is sometimes my lost sanity.

Like randomness I make from guessing thoughts
They'll comfort the empty pain I felt from fully treated hurts.

A Dog chasing it's tail, pain will inspire me that much to continue on the chase.
I may find the memories in the thoughts of sound

Showing something hidden beneath a smile on face.
But just don't think me falling before I've hit the ground.

Words to the matching of your face need be explain
I'll have a clue of your journey once I get your name.

Why try cover face when Beauty still leaks
And you may catch my early intentions cause I've been using old tricks.

So if a couple of words I say sound a little vague
Comfort me by pillows on your chest babe.

Look to the blossom of your face, catching my feelings for spring.
Cold winter arrives I'll know to keep you warm up to your finger with a ring.

Be like an awaited gift long before December,
Send messages with your eye and I'll gladly be your sender.

And with a neck of tender I'll bite into the flesh so it may scream
Every reaction you give I return in  opposite. Best play it mean.

Sleep on me. Feel me still in all your dreams.

For two faces will come to collide
These feelings failing to subside.
And I'll be the Long journey if your willing to ride.

Your face and mine, together to be
We.

I'll rest on the softness of your leg's curve
While waves of your body rocks me to sleep.
Few soft kisses you give will be a lullaby that I'll prefer for you to repeat.

Your honey sweet lips will run down my throat with their taste
While  your skin rests with tender.
And all that I taste of you I'll not let go to waste.
I'll receive your message, and gladly be your sender.

Sometimes I'd cheat on myself just to get the feel,
Pinch myself if I'm dreaming to feel what's real.

And I can't deny
How often I'd fall quick to lie.
Still I try the best to move past that. I do try.

While acting camera shy
Behind the lens I'll often cry
I can't deny.

While the days will wait on my arrival,
They'll wait that long enough it's best to idle.
For I spent most time designing myself by vinyl.

By then pinch me if I'm dreaming that often. But I'll pray never to wake.
For the Lord's sake
Add more flavor to my self raising Heart to then bake.

Pinch me then
If the first pinches aren't working that much. We're probably by ten.
Still I'll pray never to wake by then.

I'll ignore the hurt,
Pray for wakeness to be foreign to me.
By then
We'll be at this course of this dream  once again.
Try me that much and I'll show you what's the True worth.

I try my best as though it seems,
Get lost in the middle of all my dreams.
While a crack on the wall has much say
I'll cover it right over to say I'm okay.
I don't understand.

For no-one looks when I expose myself
Or gives concern when I show my wealth
I don't understand.

The emotions I ride feels like an Ocean peer
And the drowning affect feels so tightly near.
My lungs will drown as my face will weep
I'm going down so deep.

Why I act this way doesn't seem to make any sense
I don't understand.

I see myself right in the mirror
But sometimes I think my own reflection will soon disappear.
And the day seems to be a set picture drawing near.
I don't understand.

I'll be myself when they look away
And be like them like them on any other day.
Then I'll fall asleep.

Just to go repeat
Follow my voice through it's dead beat.
And sit right close to my heart as I find my seat.
Then I'll understand.

Follow me inside my dreams,
I don't plot but I make up schemes.
Trail behind the sound of my voice
But don't be inclined to if it's not your choice.
If you understand.

Inhale your airways till it turns into dust
I don't wish to grow old on your love when it feels like rust.
So if I die tonight to let you live a second longer, surely I will and must.

Exhale who I am onto to your flesh
Reckless as I am you'll still take up the mess.
Why not lie to me about how you're really feeling when you know it's hardest to confess

I'll take in all that you are, but shall I give.
I'd face all my Demons, probably lose my breath. Give my life for you so to live.

I'll face the wake even though I wish to sleep
Keep you as you are.
I'll do the most that hurts me on constant repeat
Willing that much to go this far.

Don't act so afraid if I raised my voice to bring you down to your place.
Don't let a tear run down your face.
Just find comfort in my loving embrace.

But don't try to lean on my pride
Nor ride the rollercoaster of my troubles,
For you won't enjoy the ride.

But still promise to stay by my side.

My fears may run like a river through my regret
And you'll think I may never face them. But you don't know yet.
For the course of that river is still not set.

I'll face the wake, though I wish not to,
I'll stick to my word even without glue
For I'd do it all for you.

I don't mean to embarrass
While all the good times has Us..
I know this night could probably grow jealous..
Drinking with the girls tonight, while I hang with the fellas.

You were caught by my eye
No words when you passed by
Failed that much to say a word, failed that much to say HI.

I was stuck right on you
While the night lights were on,
Your face repeated to me a favourite song

Walk up your walk to say this much, but I just made a confession..

I don't understand how I can stay by myself
Not wasting my time for something else
Spending my hours all on your health
With the little money of both wealth.

But if we fall down, then we can fall down together
They'll see me as a fool in love, they'll never see me clever.
If we fall down then let's fall down together
They'll say we'll never last that long, but we'll do this till forever.

I don't mean to embarrass
But I'm feeling quite polite to your manners
We just here for a good time, will you gladly have us
It's just me and the fellas.

But I just don't want to embarrass.

They ain't a lot of thanks
For any of these inner acts.

Somebody take away how I feel
You're welcome to even come and steal.

I'll tend to relax
Forget about all these inner acts.

Laziness is the disease, stress the increase.

Can't do that much but so many things on the "To Do List"
Life pulls and fights against me, so I'll fight back with a lazy fist

I have inner acts
So strong they've been solid facts.

Pride a thorn in my side, a large ego digs it deeper.

It's all but me, no other person's idea will ever matter
But if I were to ever eat my pride and ego, I'd constantly grow fatter and fatter.

With inner acts I sometimes lose track of what is real
So if you wish to borrow some you're welcome to steal.

For lust sickens me to the core
But it seems to never end for it comes as more.

Envy is a drug like ******* taken on a straight ruler.

Probably will overdose on it, till my  nose is cold and running.
Till it will leak in my heart like inside  there's broken plumbing.

Such a time is so alarming.

Inner acts, inner acts,
Seem calm to many but no time to relax.
I'll cut this sickness soon. By tomorrow I'm buying a black axe.

Outside these parts
I believe there's a man
His name to world seems foreign
And he is who I am.

Outside these parts
He tried to fit in the mouth of the crowd
But they spat him out for his ego couldn't match theirs of loud.

So as the time grew he grew into himself
Choosing to be alone for people weren't good for his health.

Outside these parts he tried to find a place
But everything in the world tries to take up any space.
So he found it best to run in the life's race
For maybe at the finish line he'd find a type of embrace.

This man shows kindness
But the world takes it as an opportunity
When those do him wrong he sees any hate towards them in only blindness.

He called it maturity.

But many make him feel like his manhood is of small
The things they subconsciously do put obstacles in his way to make him fall.

Outside these parts
The man grows cold and warms his heart in a place of retreat
He comes back to care for the same people who hurt him, though they do such things on repeat.

He falls under no class, he tries to be unique
When people speak out of loud and high ego, he chooses not to speak.

But not to seem better than everyone else
For he hopes to the one to help find  calm from their large prideful statements.
For he's invested in their health.

So much so that he forgets his own.
Till his strength leaves him
To only get it once more when stays out alone.

Outside these parts I know a man, he and I the same
We share a name
Having a wild heart at times but finding ways to make tame.

I am him and he is I
As we both live outside these parts.

Lack sleep like the many things in my life
I think forward during the night that I'm already thinking about a wife
I cut my insides with thoughts of sharp  through the blades of my mind's knife.

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep,
where you be.
Barely tried to know as you left before the sun's wake
As you were the one who loves to dessert me
Morning breakfast of sunlight makes me realize that real sun rays plays to being fake.

Why do I prey on myself robbing away my own sleep
Falling down into a pit of my thoughts and troubles of deep.

In the days I crawl out from my eyes to reach for my sleep.

Lacking upon a thousand hours of rest
The morning noises quickly rises up. Telling myself "Get up, get yourself dressed"

What did you expect,
For sleep to be but a friend
When it takes joy in leaving you  depressed
When shall it end?

But I still think I sleep for way too Long
Given at chance I could sleep to an awaiting dawn
Yet as I wake I don't get up feeling rested and strong.

I lack the sleep
something I won't fear to admit
But just try to reach for me inside of this pit.
Help me overcome this load of lack sleep.

They say,
when you're destined to be a poet
chances likely you won't really know it.

They say,
choose the write words to make your voice known
don't be the antisocial type to avoid being alone

They say,
the future is what you dream it up to be
the only obstacle having  to face is only me.

They say,
The greatest writers suffer from the highest depression
Acting upon this active passive aggression.

They say,
You could speak a million words of positive
but they'll only remember the ones of  negative.

They say,
To be the greatest poet you'll need be  suffering through some hurt
maybe then your stories could leave the world with a mark and some worth.

Poet I am
But not strong in my securities of being such a man.
All my words scream out, hoping to be heard
Saying to be a Christian, sometimes yet failing to follow The Word.

Seeking to be heard and broadly known
When the whole world speaks of you highly
and all your works are widely shown.

Spare a few gratitudes to a lesser known poet
Why not share his wise words so people around at least know it
If I wrote a changing idea in the instant
would you at least show it
If someone plagiarized my quotes
would you at least call it.

Just please do me the simple favour
For this lesser known poet
As you excuse his childish behavior
And let him be a poet as he knows it.

Profoundly, I honestly  should be flipping through the pages of The Bible.
But I think I've been the good Christian today.
Oh wow, I'm in such denial.

My religious beliefs were something I learnt inside a building on a particular Day.
What was constantly burned into my mind was, "Jesus is the Truth, light and The Way"

So what is my way to success without the shortcut through life
Told that the future is praying now in the present for my future wife.

But I'm trying my best to find some strength to remain in prayer
But my world is burning down in front of my eyes
Our misdeeds and evil actions the flames layer.

See I belief in a Lord but I hate how I can't stay that long on the belief
For it was hardest for me to accept an invisible entity to help being my relief.

My religious beliefs sometimes clouds my judgement
And through storms of life I find it that hard to sing out to Him the loudest.

For sometimes it's like you left me in alone the wake
Adding to the fact the world tries to prove you real or fake?

We haven't met in person, so if I die don't disappoint me in death
For I'm pulling out on my Faith by a slim stretch.

Now everything feels like a mile
From a long way before seeing Christians hiding themselves behind a Sunday smile.

But are we still on that course we've travelled
Acting though we have all things in check but we won't like the day it comes to be unravelled.

I'd hate to be part of the bunch
But as the days are growing with me and time, it feels to be coming that such.

Would those with such strong religious beliefs look at the broken Christian the same
Or would such people spit rivers every time they'll speak his name.

For see my religious beliefs don't see me out when I fall to ground
When I say something out of the stereotype Christianity spectrum, I'm then kicked out of the crowd.

When the idea I've brought out is not making me feel that proud.

Now brought out of me is this youthful pride.
That large ego of a man I tried my best to hide.
Questioning between being ungrateful or thinking it's all me with the Lord behind.

Really I should pray a little more often
But I feel like chocking on the idea when saying the first words and it's all but coughing.

For when I want to ask the Lord for something I feel like acting so greedy.
Hey Lord how about a couple dollars for the hectic day. Don't see me acting so needy.

Such religious beliefs, thinking good deeds will get you an express pass into Heaven
But even thieves repenting on their last misdeeds will meet me there as my Brethren.

Perhaps the way to break free being caught in between the battles is breaking free from the Christian stereotype
For I'd rather try to be real to myself and people all around. Not hiding behind the hype.

I just want to live my life like I'm living out on worth.
To believe I'm not the waste of space in the world nor the waste of time from the first seconds from my birth.

For if I leave the earth in a moment where will I go
Though I'm told Heaven awaits me how do I truly know.

All I know is, holding onto this faith as all to hold,
To one day die on an age of very old
Making it to Heaven Gates in the Awe and wonder of it's Behold.

Speaking from my Religious Beliefs.