The main ingredient in a relationship, and it always is a must
Is at the point of extinction, it's this thing that they call trust.

I promise !!  I swear !!   I give you my word !!
As I replay it again, all those words sound  absurd.

Once I believed,  that a deal was a deal.
Well those days are all gone, and it's time to get real.

Long ago it was easy, simply sealed with a shake.
Now you can't tell the difference between a friend and a snake.

They both are appealing with the words that they speak
But they prey on the lonely, the weary, and weak.

They believe the more that you give,  gives them more right to take.
The last of your crumbs before they steal your last plate.

They beg for forgiveness, because they've had it so rough.
Well I'm at the end of my rope !! Yes Enough is Enough !!

I flipped open the bible, not sure where to start ?
When I came to instructions, not to harden my heart.

I was reminded of the toture, and the pain he went through.
And the blood that he shed, to forgive me and  you.

So when you want to give up, and you want to give in.
Remember that the gold road is narrow and thin.

Never lose faith in the lesson, that our savior adored.
We'll all make it to Heaven, if we put our trust in the Lord !!

If I could walk into your eyes
I’d be where my fascination lives
And I’d find your tears you shed for me
And slowly my kisses I’d give
And if I cry and you wipe my tears
Your touching a part of yourself
Because the day  that I sought your gaze
is the day my soul received its help

Everyday I feel the strain
As I am drowing from the pain
It's getting hard to stand
As I play the game of life with the deadmans hand
I look in the mirror and dont recognize the man staring back at me
Everyday is the same
I look to heaven as i burn down in the flames
Wishing the outcome would change
Tears run down my face
As I know I'll never leave this place
God knows I tried to live right
But my demons hide in plain sight
I got one shot to change this time
But I'm serving 25 to life
Its been a rough life so far
Lost alot of family
Even tried to end my life
Its been a hell of a ride
I'm just a troubled soul
Looking for love
I lay my heart on the line
Let it fly on the wings of a dove
Sometimes I look to the sky
And I wonder why
This is my life
This is the way it goes

My Path to Peace

Walking a dimly lit path,
no tools to light my way.
Ignoring the signs,
dark shadows give rise,
occluding the little light I once had.

Overcome by fear and uncertainty.
Allowing them to guide me
down a path once paved,
now covered with
dirt and gravel.

Pothole after pothole,
exhausted and *****,
I reach a broken wooden sign.

"DEAD END"

Nowhere to go,
I sit and pray.
Shadows disappear,
I hear his voice.

"Turn around my child,
use my light to see the signs.
They will guide you along your way.
To an everlasting life,
filled with joy and peace.

My gaze is fixed on a beautiful sight
Slick glass
Mirrors
The water colored sky
The sunlight sitting bright
On the tree line
I take a good look at a truly astounding sight

My eyes shut
Taking in the moment
The slightest breeze bending the trees
A fish popping the water's top
Birds chirping in the distance
Crickets beginning to hum
My eyelids rise

The colored sky
Grows faint
The warmth from the sun
Has left my face
I linger another moment
Listening to the cricket choir
Singing me their tune
While you're out there thinking of me
I'm here thinking of you

Oh death you are ,are not an end
You are another beginning
Of a journey unknown to me
May be ,it would be the same
As I have gone through in this
Your just opposite
light versus dark
May be ,you end this as you say
To take me to another level
Where I find it's not new
I am again in the same
Rigmarole
In the grinding life of dead,Death life you show no difference from life of life
Pain or peace will exist wether dead or alive
Swap

If we think death is an end
to me,i don't see
But a walk over to new beginning
Wether in body or otherwise
Nothing is ending it's a process
Like water wheel churning
As it goes up it drops water as it goes down fills water
So release and fill are the two side of
Anything
If I flow gently no one bothers
But if I become scanty worries bother.
So I pray let me be the water
Who wants to flow
Crossing over soft pebbles or hard rocks
But i still flow on and on
Wind stirs me invoking restlessness
But I realise it is not to be
I have to flow gently
Encopassing all that comes on my way
I pray let this be me gentle and unperturbed
Flowing is my destiny
In life and after
Swap

NEVER FORGET  

the buildings gray stood grand and tall
the proudest prize of man's bright call
none dared to think that one might fall
thus glist'ning in the sun
the perfect morning sun

from cherished ground each tower rose
with strength and structure, grandiose
and steady through what nature blows
designer minds had wrought
their best, or so we thought

but some small men with missing parts
brought caliphates with fits and starts
their twisted aims from twisted hearts
would make examples, clear
the things we held, so dear

there wields no sharper blade or knife
than those which can't thus value life
oh deep that wound of careless strife
cut by an empty soul
an empty, barren soul

they flew that morn from foreign lands
these rotten souls, with hateful hands
with peopled planes at their commands
and hate their only cause
a beast with deadly claws

one at-a-time straight 'head they flew
'midst cloudless skies and vault of blue
they stabbed their evil arrows through
the hearts of all mankind
death's rattle left behind

those towers melted, crumpled ... fell
and brought a grief no one could quell
there on the news, straight out of hell
that horror lay unfurled
the weeping of a world

two decades gone, the wounds remain
those birthed from promise gone insane
lost catafalques, like tears through rain
that make no earthly sense
death smirks as God relents

please, teach our wee ones how it was
that heav'n did laud such twisted cause
and burned our bright and wondrous Oz
with fire's heinous flash
turned wonder into ash

how can it be that monsters, thus
now wear a mask that looks like us?
how can we learn, again, to trust?
still, from those ashes, then
the grandest dreams of men ...

through hope, can rise again.

Copyright © Patrick ramsey September 11, 2021

On this Track

Further up along the track than you
Got on the same train, too
But I’m much further up the track
Perhaps it’s intelligence you lack
Perhaps it’s wisdom you lack
Whatever it is I’m further up ahead
I’m well said
Well read
And well bred
I’ve lead
I’ve also pulled a big sled
I know a few things or two
I knew it way before you
I know what to do
How bout you?
I know where and when
I’m done before you begin
When your on chapter one
I’m done with three
I get bored easily
I’m impatient
I’m a dissertation
I do more than enough
More than necessary
More than you and a bit more
I have a need to do more and more
I don’t know quit
I hate IT
Got me a big brain on this train
It’s good to be me
I’m a busy bee
But with this big brain
It don’t stop the rain
It don’t stop the pain
It didn’t help you remain
Always quick to figure
Pull my trigger
Always building bigger
But bigger don’t mean better
And sometimes better
Don’t get a dear John letter
This illusive battle between heart and thought
That everyone’s got
The love in heart
The think in thought
This war is fought
I’m further up the track than you
But you have more love than I do
For now I’ll enjoy the train
Choosing wisely not to complain

I guess it's time to open my eyes
I tried and I tried
Caught tears that I cried
Stoke the flames and watch em all rise
Burn up from inside
The hope for love died
There's nothing here left to hide
With every stride
Two steps back I slide
Pray that god takes me tonight
Turn off the light
And kiss me goodbye

Frail and weak, I see I can't escape
This life is hell, this life is great
None of it real, what a strange fate
This life is hell, this life is great
You and me, holding on to self-hate
This life is hell, this life is great
You sing, and I'll write, and we'll both break
This life is hell, this life is great...

The pain i feel is overwhelming.
Ludacris amount of partials parting away from me slowly
Like an art piece delicately painted
Every detail presented flowing into the sky yet tainted
Shattered crown that im bound to in this sacred temple
Made out of water and clay to sing
A voice thats unheard-of which is circling
Spirals of memories thats forbidden to b discussed bc im accused of it being a bunch of fuss
Wanting the light at the end of the tunnel to be brighter bc im sick an tired of being a fighter.
Wanting better bc I deserve it like anyone else
Yet they place me back on the shelf with the other broken frames
That has no names considering, the artist is the master and we are their game.
Love is suppose to have no limits
If thats the case then why am I sitting here with tears, throwing massive fits? Dreaming and wishing for it to one day stop.  Live the life to where I dont need to hop.
Over all the holes that run deep into the ground. So I dont fall an at the bottom be found. Curled up an thrown away like trash. Im suppose to be valuable, a priceless stash.
A masterpiece who brings positive energy.
The masters hand was shaking when he created me. So my flaws are focused on an that determined my fate. To them? Im just bait.The buyers have expectations of perfection. I didnt sign up for this application. I have many qualifications that are overlooked. But so what? Im just a flawed art piece made for the books.

Pursuit of justice and Gold

Giving it all away
Saying words with purpose
A search for justice
A black man standing on the bus
Righteous indignity
Look at me
Is this what it means to be free
Is this pursuit of happy
Or is this life just ******
Look at me
And what do you see
Do you see a color or do you see a name?
Or just someone to blame
Do you see a man with hope
Or do you see a man struggling to cope
Do you offer a hand or hang a rope
Can you love someone like me
Or can that never be
Look as far as the eye can see
People living in misery
Why is change so slow
Where did decency go
Swim against the flow
Sometimes it’s hard to let go
Which way the wind will blow
On this journey I will go
It’s keep playing or fold
It’s everyone wanting some gold
It’s about ******* so old
It’s about the power you hold
Old white and grey hair
Controlling markets everywhere
You don’t want to share
You don’t care
This is not fair
I’m a man, same as you
I have hopes and dreams too
I’m the same as you

Recognize the bad, but focus on the good.

I made the decision long ago to live.
To see past the inky blackness that coated my heart like dried candle wax clinging to my finger.
The crust of agony lingered through every cut on my pale skin.
I wondered myself why I did it.
Why I cut again, and again.

There were battles that I won,
But the war had just begun.
I couldn’t hide underneath the sun
When my hand was reaching out for the gun I wished was there,
But it wasn’t.
Of course Fate wouldn’t play fair.
I didn’t care, when everyone else never gave up on me.
I was *****, and wanted to bathe in misery.

I wanted to be held, and given razor blade kisses.
Wanting a magic lamp to grant my death wishes.
I had no desire to live anymore
When I felt I had nothing to live for.
I knocked on heaven’s door only to walk away when it was opened.
They brought me back, and I had awoken with a bottle of Jack, and a handful of pills.
Lacing them together until I felt still.

I never knew what I’d be giving up by throwing the battle that I fought so long.
Now I see that living has given me the skills to express my thoughts.
Hope can’t be bought.
You have to look for the silver lining, before you consider dying.
I know honesty hurts, and believe me, I know what pain is.
I memorized the definition when I was just a little kid.

For all the times I wanted to die,
Or went to sleep dreaming of knives,
Never wanting to open my eyes ever again.
Writing the letters saying fair well.
Wish me luck on my journey to hell.
I’d burn, and enjoy the hurt,
Because I deserved the pain.
On my headstone tell one last tale.
Of how an angel fell, when he was promised the world.
Never waking up from one last dream.
With the image of a silver gleam running through his mind
As the blood made a line on his wrist,

But over time I rose against the pain.
I know there are those reading this that have felt the same.
Like they’re walking through a frozen desert, forgetting their name.
Playing the game of life, and losing.
Forgetting their path is that of their choosing.
Lift up your head.
You heard what I said.
Meet my eyes, honest, and true.
The world wouldn’t be the same if we lost you.

I am now living
As I shall die
A death that comes so slow
In a life fleeting
At the speed of light
At weighted speed of thought
In dying days I must relive
Every moment
Of every mistake
Of every sin
Till that day
Over and over
Oh so slowly ever over again
Patient must be each breath
Till then

Rest my weary soul
By Patrick ramsey


I finally sit and rest my weary soul.

Hope’s ether escapes through the punched holes in my skin.

Dragons chasing me through endless scorched and burnt fields
dimly lit by my own black sun.

It wasn’t until I raised my head and
let the rain pour down on my face.

The drops cleansed a life time of
wear and tear.

I opened my eyes and see the lion and the lamb.

Laying down together in the shade underneath the trees.

Children laughing and playing nearby.

The stream reflects the sun on its surface.

Sparkling diamonds float on top of the water.

I finally sit and rest my weary soul.

Another black man was shot to death today.
To those who took him down he moved too fast
Another story you know won't last.
Every road is the same when you travel in pain.
Every story you hear ends in fear.
The shortened road to his death was bitter and paved with evil.

Why the hatred? Isn't being alive enough?
What is it that festers inside?
That causes a man to **** another who only wants to live?
What is the start that places such hurting  in the heart?
Which casts no shadow and is not
susceptible to any appeal.
What is the truth that hides the root?
Where is the wisdom in such ignorance?

Their  language is the same but their words are not.
Their minds are filled with sickness.
With thoughts of cruelty.
Of anger and false pride.
Their feelings cower inside.
But all their voices are silent now.
All are nothing.
And there is nothing to hide.

I'm standing on the edge of the cliff
Looking intently at the deep blue sea
A gentle breeze bristling on my arms
Waves crashing on the rocks beneath.

I can feel the fear building up inside me
Sending shivers running down my spine
Storm after storm after another storm
The endless struggles draining my soul.

Plans are not going as I have expected
Everything is completely ruined, wrecked
Though surrounded by hundreds of people
But nobody I can call my own, my home.

I'm sitting on the edge of the cliff
I close my eyes, visualize the what-ifs
Should I jump and take a free fall?
Or stand back and regret my decision?

The moment you reach rock bottom
Body is rejuvenated with a sudden jolt
Limits push strength to the utmost
A new version of you is waiting to unfold.

Hoping on a thought
Bringing my thoughts into real
And with a little dedication
Just hoping you'll see how I feel

Honestly there's nothing to do
My thoughts are always on you
The perfect one to my two
Knowing this is strange but oddly nothing new

Going bonkers at the thought
Though it's the absolute truth
From earth to the furthest star
I'd build a ship to get to you

I'm not very handy though
So I'll just watch my collecting coin pig
Maybe get a nice little loan
And do a little jig

But everything's falling in place
Seems things happen as they should
Or just lucky coincidence
So I'll just keep knocking on wood

This house scars my mind and all peace it surely blocks
All along the wooden walls are noisy little clocks
A foul constant reminder that time is running out
The sounds of all the ticks and tocks still fill my head with doubt
The fear of time so hard for me to ever really understand
Because the fear of time is something only known to man
For we're the ones who created time and all that it entails
We built the very tracks with which our train of thought derails
So clearly we're the harbingers of our own insanity
We brought on every ounce of pain recieved from this calamity

This house scars my mind and all peace it surely blocks
All along the wooden walls are noisy little clocks
A foul constant reminder that time is running out
The sounds of all the ticks and tocks still fill my head with doubt
The fear of time so hard for me to ever really understand
Because the fear of time is something only known to man
For we're the ones who created time and all that it entails
We built the very tracks with which our train of thought derails
So clearly we're the harbingers of our own insanity
We brought on every ounce of pain recieved from this calamity

Trade the quiet for just one word, why afraid to allow the voice to be heard.
   Never to know what I truly did wrong, as music notes file depressing songs.
  Tears are shed for  hurt and shame, of no answers given just stillness  to pain.
  Apologize  oh how I tried, spending so many  nights wondering why.
    Was the word Love the straw that broke the trust, of being my friend  but now  disgust.
   Quietness has been the answer received, a wall of emptiness left feeling bereaved .
   To love another is not to fear, it’s universal in life and okay to share.
   Absence conversation only wanting to belong, the tiniest spot for me I fake the strong.
   Silence is punishment I plead not need,  forgive to forever I will concede.

There always comes the lone moments
After we might have retire from the day'*******br>And everyone to the safety of their tents
When silence grips the mind
And the soul seem to reminisce the times
A time when you deal with your inner demons
Alone with yourself buried in thoughts
With scenes flashing in your brain in bright colors
Moment when no one's got you but you
When nothing dawns on you but the truth
Sometimes the memories make us sad
Other times the funny part makes us laugh
Life ain't all a bed of roses
It gives you good and bad in proportionate doses

Every single day, I want to write,
about you ~
Hoping that you can see it, and guide my pen,
I miss you ~
I feel bad, when I can't write, and have a block,
but I try ~
It's the only way I can feel you, we never got to say,
a goodbye ~
Do I feel ripped off? Hell yeah, I do.
but that's why ~
I must remain, on this earth, though I feel lonely,
but alive ~
You loved me, and I know that, and I miss being,
your world ~
But, you were mine too, and since you left, my whole life,
has been a whirl ~
Why'd you have to care about me? And please understand,
when you left ~
I wasn't prepared, I was alone, and I was scared,
half to death ~
I tried it twice, but I failed, I believed I'd see you,
if I died ~
Deep down inside, I wanted to live, I was so lost,
so I cried ~
Just know that today, I feel thankful, that you loved me,
and I try ~
To be a good person, because you showed me, what love should feel like,
so I cry

Oh, my bittersweet conscience
If you are truly in there
In this rattled, mess of a heart
Do not say a word
Just look to the dead, they know the way

Misery- that ******* screams
Louder than the trifling grievance that provoked him
Just as suspected, my dear conscience
Do not listen to a sound
Hold your ear to the dead, their voice is wisdom

I know you make these decisions
Bewildered at their insignificance
Don’t be misguided, my love
Every thought feeds this masterpiece
Remember the dead, and their evergreen contributions

There will be times when good hearts in great numbers
Must crouch together beneath the wreckage
Left in the wake of an evil deed
Do not cling to such a disadvantage, embrace this education
Remember to breathe for the dead for it is the wind of change

There is nothing to gain from ignorance
Trust intuition, for she is the mother of the living
And though she walks with a crutch
Remember dear conscience, she walks towards humanity
Away from the dead, they have been raised and grown

This cage that loyalty builds
Without doors or windows- only a paper-thin façade, my friend
Pass through easy with mercy
It will fall by the way, do not fear it
Now, it belongs to the dead, they know where it goes

When a traveler comes to you, thirsty
Give them no mirage, my heart of the heart
Drench their soul and send them toward love’s Oasis
This is my only command, dearest YOU
But do not tell the dead, they take no more orders.

In the atmosphere of hate

Thanks for being early
In the routine of late

Thanks for opening
Your heart's gate

You are lovely
Your kindness is innate

I will wait for you
Let's see what is our fate

You can buy me with your smile
Is it very much rate?

I wanna be with you
Will you be my mate?

The bard could write for you , a verse or maybe two ..and could sing for you , romantic songs of love ..
He could put your haphazard life story , into words ..
That would fit you like a glove ..

The bard is a master of deception , and can avoid all reality ..
He could make you look like a hero , or a man of mystery ..

The bard never tells the truth , or ever tells it , as it could ever be ..
In his mind's eye and imagination , the fantasies run , unhindered and totally free ..

The bard knows no limits , the bard observes no rules ..
The bards knows he need not , make any sense , who would listen to him but fools ..

The bard is a dreamer , living in a world of pure fantasy ..
He would be very poor , if he had to earn a proper honest living , just like you and me ..

Instead the bard wanders lonely as a cloud , looking for the rainbows elusive end ..
And what he knows he will soon forget , so as usual  he will just pretend ..

You need to take a pinch of salt with everything the bard might say ..
And give everything a second look , or even three , but  sometimes it makes no sense , or matters much either way ..

The bard will write a verse for you , and sing it softly , when the moon is on the rise ..
But the bard is a master of deception , who can make even the foolish seem very wise..

She told me there was no one
Who she felt that way about
And then she said we were done
As she said she had her doubts
And so I lost, and she won
my heart was broken and left me lacking
I couldn't believe this was me when mom saw me crying
My heart busted like a bad deal, my soul dying
I kneeled under the massive blue, wishing it wasn't so
But all I had was a broken heart to show.

The leaf crying to go back to tree

Tears pouring pain welling
Dried ones.
Wants to cling
But the mighty one
Towering up
You are with me little one till today
Go search your worth if any
Then the mother upon whose ***** it fell
Embraced and said
I am the origin,I am the end
Your circle is complete
You had your way
Now relax
You have come
After far away
Where there is no desire
No longings,no pain
Only belongings

There is something miraculously beautiful
in the poet's mind,
in how he lowers words into colorful pearls,
magical pearls that understand other souls,
cling to other hearts and ennoble them.
There is a magical way in which poetry
manages to touch those who love it.
It’s a magic that cannot be explained by science,
that the poetic soul understands when it’s by itself,
in silence.
There is also a miracle above all miracles:
with one push of a button,
the beads of verse begin to fly
and fly around the planet.
The world of poets
becomes a world without borders,
and such a path is light for others.
What a wonderful feeling!
A poet sends away his precious pearls,
knowing that hundreds of hearts,
all over the world,
will open to embrace them.
Then loneliness is no longer loneliness,
then sadness is no longer sadness,
wounds don’t hurt so much,
because the touch of poetry is the healing touch.

I'm laying in my bed and wonder
Which direction to take
Am I doing the right
Not to feel disappointing
I must choose the right path
But how can I know
In every step ones do
There must be consequences
Can I conquer the hill
Can I reach to  the deep ocean
Can I climb on the mountains
Can I fly to the sky
In the way up don't forget to meet
Those people who will lead you there
Be careful not to turn your head
To those one who will take you down
With them
Is it true about saying
You can do what ever you wish for
Just believe deep in your heart
And you already the half way to get there
Also saying that you must do efforts
To bring yourself your moments of glory
So should I choose the left
Or the right road
To get there to my pathway of life

The sky is burning
Fire raining on me while I'm searching
For what keeps this strange world turning
It's not real, or at least that's what I'm learning
A hard pill to swallow,
But these days all the people would much rather follow
Whoevers on the t.v. cause their hearts are hollow
These are people who will never see the world of tomorrow
Me and my kind at least can recognize
That this ain't the way the we should live life
Temporary distractions keep you paralyzed
Well **** all of that, I'd rather stay alive

There lies a soldier deep within
He is strapped with might
To fight
The blight
Therein

He is not perfect, nay
He has even sinned
But this battle that's been laid before him
He will surely win
To help bring light
Into the night
Yeah, even unto his own kin

He carries great knowledge of the spiritual realm
For this - he has been placed right at the forefront, yeah
Placed right at the helm
But knowledge = power
Therefore, he will not be overwhelmed

He will be carried straight through
To victory
On the wings of an eagle
He will succeed
It is time for this soldier that I speak of
To be freed
Its time for him to ******* all his armor
For all the world to see
And this soldier that I speak of, is indeed,
Me
Now is the time to be unleashed and be the promising soldier I was always meant to be ✌

You cannot dismantle
Our impossible Robot
You do not understand
what holds it together.
What makes a man sing to the world.

You cannot break this
it grows from the broken
spreading faster
than a virus
into the souls
of an infinite family

You cannot unplug this
it runs on a power
you do not possess.
Your quantum
cannot fathom
This primitive code
Cannot undo the flesh
of human electricity

You cannot sever
this connection
These bonds were formed
before you were made.
From the grounds beating heart
and the crashing waves
In the dreams
of earths first children

This is Home
This is where we return to
Where the one
becomes many
blind to the trickery
you conjure
babbling in our thousand tongues
firewalled by a freedom
beyond you .

This is our magic
qualified to heal
To arm, to possess
We are legion
We are night
We are the rain
beyond your forecast
and the spell in our sounds
survives

You cannot silence
Imagination.
Cannot blackout a voice
Everything speaks
Everything moves
and as long as birds
swoop and sing together
We will come
One.

Your tonque speaks the metaphor of the oar.  noiseless, fluent, it defines a
perfect path for two arousing hearts to entangle into
one inseparable strand of embrace.

It arcs and dips its wooden blade in unmoving water.  Like a nascent poem, it rises and breathes into one particular shape, your mind wants.

There is wisdom in the drift of the oar,
as it pulls a lost cannoe from mute running in the still water of night.

Grant me then, oh goddess, one  moment in time, to relish your sublime verse of passion... without a trace of lament in your heart.

And speak to me
in whisper... In whisper.

The world can’t break you

Tell me are you afraid
Of the pain?
Of your skin
Separating?
Those words they said
That makes you wish you were dead

Escape.
Release.
Only wanting to rest in peace.
Can’t take the hurt.
Thinking you can’t feel worse.
It’s like a curse.

Don’t say the sky is weighing you down.
Focus on the sound of your heart pounding against your chest.
I know you feel fear at its best,
But let them see you soar.

Fight back with a roar.
Don’t flirt with fear anymore.
Deep inside your core
You’re worth more.
Stand strong against the wind.
Stand back up if you fall down again.
I promise the pain will end.
Soon enough.

The world doesn’t play nice
But make it think twice
Stay strong
Be tough.
You may feel you’re worthless,
But you’re a diamond in the rough.
Don’t wish for an endless night.
Let serenity tuck you in tonight.
Show them your inner light
Rise again, ready to fight.

There are things you haven't seen .
There are places you have never been ..
There are paths you have yet to tread .
There are so many words still unheard even though they've been said .
There are ways that need to change ...
There are priorities to be rearranged ..
There are wrongs to be put to rights ..
There are worthy causes for which to fight ..

There are enemies to defeat ..
There are injustices to squarely beat  ..
There's always tomorrow that may not come ..
There's memories of yesterday , that's where we've come from ..
There's the future and the past..
There's many a day , when time goes by too fast ..
There are bridges still to cross ..
There are brutal battles to be won , or in sadness badly lost ..
There are honours bestowed , though not always earnt ..
There are , needless to say , lessons to still be learnt.
But it can all wait until tomorrow ..
Right now I'm very busy enjoying myself .

Think you know a wise man,
a holy man,
a visionary when you see him?
Think you have expectations as to his outward appearance?
His demeanor?
My friend, think again.

He could be any shape he could be any size,
He could have any color from normal to polka dots,

He could be a woman could be a child
Could be from the meekest to the most wild
His wisdom could cover all you wish to know
Or it could just cover which path to or not to go

My friend,
think again
She could be an old lady carrying a blood red apple
She could be all dolled up in glass slippers and such
She could be pale white with lust driven red lips
She could be you
He could be a sweet baby
Or an ugly
***.

Truth takes on many faces it can lead you on a merry dance
Trust only to word and deed,
be deceived not by appearance

Think you know a no-gooder when you see one?
Think you know the beggar on the street is nothing more?
Think again....
it could be your future,
your fate
He could have been in shoes
like yours not long ago







Think you know an angel when you see one?
Think they always wear a halo and fly with wings of gold?
Think again...
they're everywhere,
They could be the neighbor you dislike...


They could stop being human,
and you...
could stop thinking
and leave it up to them

Give the wise holy visionary back their shoes

think again...
meer appearance
may not be as clear
as what was first thought

Open your hear to what's around you
instead of placing things in your pigeon holes,
truth takes on many forms,
One only has to open their hearts
and except things.

So no matter what you see
find that open spirit
where a heart
touches beyond an imagination
within a glimmer.

Thirteen Years

There was a time when I lived to hurt
I reveled in the sadness on peoples faces
From the detached flesh on my face to the blood on my shirt
All I wanted was to switch places

I wanted a way out when I picked up a knife
I wanted an end to my pointless life
I wallowed in self pitty and pushed away the hands that wanted to help me out of my hole
But a ***** remained in the hand of a fool
I cut without remorse the flesh of my arm
I lived heart and mind to cause everyone harm
I picked up the remains of my mothers heart and threw them into the fire
But all I was doing was lighting my own pire

No one ever gave up on me though my chances were running out
They saw the good in a monster full of self doubt
To this day I do not understand how its lasted so long
The human spirit is indeed strong

Through the times was the magic number five
One hundred niney eight scars it took to appreciate being alive
I picked up the shattered pieces of the glass house I destroyed
The scaring of lives at the time I enjoyed

I took apart my life but am working to fix it again
Thirteen years it took for my humanity to mend
A simple man with a heart once made of ebony stone
Took thirteen years to finally atone

I've used my story to save a life already
To teach others not to rush to take it steady
For a life is something of priceless value
Its not the place of others to doubt you
Your life is your own do with it what you will
I know now blood is nothing to spill

As I layed on the kitchen floor bleeding out
Or as I jumped into the night without doubt
As I threw my life into a blender and the rest of me too
With my story in hand I come to you

I took what I was given but always wanted more
I was simply a monster to my core
But no longer I say not anymore
My mended wings aim to soar

A story of how a monster became a man is told
One of how a man watched things unfold
But I value all that I have now
That is my truth this is my vow

We are all different are many ways
But we share a beating heart and the ability to praise
Don't cling to the past though not forgotten we must move on
We must take what we've made for ourselves and stay strong

This is the story of a man climbing out of a hole
This is the tale of a mended soul
This is a tool made to teach life's not so bad
For I am one who is no longer sad
This is one of how a man fell from glory
This is the truth and this is my story

All of these thoughts I keep in my head
The subjects weigh upon me like weights of lead
I want to sit and converse with you
I am dying to hear your point of view
Accuse me of being distant and being so silent
I have done what you asked and been compliant
I am ready to do what ever needs done
Just be honest this time and please don’t run
Be honest to yourself no matter how you feel
And do as you wish and you won’t have to conceal
I am done with confusing statements and passive aggression
Neither of us know what to do and its causing depression
We need to figure this out as soon as we can
Just let me know if your my girl and if I’m your man
I’m not asking to figure it all out in a single night
I just need to know where I stand so I approach you right

I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
And now there's nothing left.

You stole my heart
Then tore it in two.
Now I'm falling apart
And don't know what to do.

Divided by decisions,
Burned by the fire,
Confused by your words,
Tempted by desire.

I'm living in the present.
My mind is on the past.
Not knowing what I'll lose,
Not knowing what will last.

Blinded by fear,
Drowning in doubt,
Struggling to be free,
Looking for a way out

I feel the change in my DNA
Once lost but now I see the way
What I call normal you would call insane
The greatest moments of my life were when I was in pain
Learning not to squirm, gaining some restraint
Forgetting temptation, learning to refrain
From giving in, the pain left me trained
Changes in my coding, I'll never be the same
Stronger than before, if only you could see me now
I ******* survived, i bet you're wondering how
Now I'm the one grinning, and you're left with a frown
Now we are equals, no one wears the crown
Met with a new fear that you have never known
The fear of being replaced and kicked off of your throne
Until you feel true pain you'll never learn to grow
This is your punishment, to reap what you've sown

I always try to see the true spirit
And though I look past appearance
Your beauty writes all my lyrics
This love I feel, you have to hear it

Because
I shake.. When I'm without you
Baby I break.. Hope that I'm found soon
Pray that I wake.. For you I'm proud to
If the sun rays.. Are too much I'll shroud you
Keep you in my shade
While sun rays make me bake

Baby if you promise only
Just to not break and disown me
I'll be down forever
Keep you from being lonely
I don't have many answers..
Questions lately feel like cancer..
I'm not really one for banter..
But for you I'll raise my standards

Because
I shake.. When I'm without you
Baby I break.. Hope that I'm found soon
Pray that I wake.. For you I'm proud to
If the sun rays.. Are too much I'll shroud you
Keep you in my shade
While sun rays make me bake

I've been... On the run
From myself.. Ive come undone
Too ashamed.. To see the sun
Heartbreak.. Doomed to love no one
Then you came.. I think you're the one
I'll take.. The whole world for you ***
Stay with me.. And we can have some fun
Watch the world bake.. From the smoke on our guns

Because
I shake.. When I'm without you
Baby I break.. Hope that I'm found soon
Pray that I wake.. For you I'm proud to
If the sun rays.. Are too much I'll shroud you
Keep you in my shade
While sun rays make me bake

To die is the final act of love,
Nourish the earth so others can live.
Like the leafs of the tree,
falls gently to the ground.
Releasing their goodness,
without making a sound.

Die to the self  you think you to be,
die to the ego if you want to be free.
Remembering how you loved as a child,
Before thoughts about life started driving you wild.
You started to blame everyone else,
For all of your pain never yourself.
The way you think was created by you.,
Mind now in control what can you do.

You are afraid to see the mind is not true,
all that you know is a lie told to you.
Why do profits and wisemen, want to silence the mind,
Willing to die to evolve all of mankind
If even one person understands to evolve.
happily they die for the truth to resolve.

This is why ultimate love is to die,
For only in death will new life arise.
Energy used then must dissolve,
nourishing the earth so new life can evolve
Live for today share your love and your truth,
nourish new life like the bud and the youth.
Love yourself and all that you be,
then give it away to all that you see.

       Patrick ramsey

Line upon line, precept by precept. The best time to learn something is right now, and seeking after wisdom is the surest way to grow.

TELL ME

Tell me in whispers
Tell me in shouts
Let the vision fly golden
Its presence announce

Tell me by roadside
Or in a comfortable home
On the ocean wide
Or in the forest's loam

Tell me in stories
In poems, in rhyme
Tell me all at once
Or from time to time

Tell me in the cold
Or the barren heat
No matter the journey
Or the ache of my feet

Tell me by singing
Or by pronouncing aloud
Under the shine of the sun
Or the shade of a cloud

Tell me by reading
Or from word of mouth
From dawn until dusk
From the north to the south

Tell me in hope
Or in the midst of despair
To purify the water
To clear the choked air

Tell me in anger
Or in laughter and joy
The truths you still know
The promise you employ

Tell me with friends
Or one-on-one
In a glorious villa
Or a desperate slum

Tell me, please tell me
The things of the Lord
The breastplate of righteousness
The Spirit-edged sword

Tell me, please tell me
The things I must know
How to gather in harvest
To reap what I sow

Tell me, please tell me
All you can spare
The grief and the flame
The wheat and the tare

Tell me, please tell me
Your word and your song
Truth be my guide
To lead me along

Tell me your faith
The words in your heart
The end of your journey
Is where I will start.

Tell me, please tell me
And I'll listen, I'm sure
Scribe your words in my soul
And learn to be pure.

Upon this vibrant world
Man walks mundanely,
As if fragrance furled
Their hearts insanely.

Amid carnival and chaos
We sail the seas,
We eat those candyfloss
Emerging from trees.

We laugh and cry
Throughout our life,
We fall and try
Through joy and strife.

Through this temporal
We seek the eternal,
Free reefs and coral
Yet we loath the carnal.

Beast's and men
Live side by side,
Shouldn't we then
Find peace within stride?

In this tantrum tavern
We live with hope,
We give and earn
Holding the rope of cope.

Heaven on earth
Is not a mere illusion,
If you anchor Love's perth
Soil becomes cushion.

I've never really known what's real
Go along with whatever I feel
Won't leave me needing to heal

Some times its hard to hide
What's burning inside
To this I'm forever tied

I never sold my soul
But still lost control
Now I hide away in this hole

Is this a path I pave
Or a shallow grave
There's nothing left to save

These dead hands
Make demands
That go against hopeful plans

It's too late
To change this fate
I'll wither amongst the fear and hate

My head's against this white wall that is no longer white
It's been dirtied and stained, just like my own ****** life
And on it I see the cracks
Of the trauma from the past
Wonder if the ones who did it would have the nerve to say
Why they even tried, these scars can never fade away
If you've been listening and have any sense at all
You could probably tell that I'm not talking 'bout the wall
But I'll just let it all play out and watch the whole thing fall
I'm sick of living like this, I'm sick of being forced to crawl

I am from screens and bright machines
that show whole new worlds
that I use to pretend I’m
not living in this one.

I am made of the sharp smell
of artificial apples and cinnamon
burning your throat as you breathe it in
like secondhand smoke.

I am made of lonely days
spent on my phone
pretending to laugh when people say or send something
because I know they need the ego boost.

I am made of late nights
when I shut my phone off
and I start to cry
because I know that no one thinks about me after I go.

I am made of hours spent huddled
as my brother spits vitriol at my parents
and they take it with willing ears and become submissive dogs
with tails between their legs.

I am made of hellfire
carefully bottled up
until someone pushes me to the edge
and I am ready to **.

I am of thousands of cups of black coffee
sobbed over at three am
alone in my kitchen
hands searing, but refusing to let go.

I am from carefully counting every dollar
wondering when
I am allowed
to leave this town.

I am from four am walks
alone through the town
taking in the sights
and praying the sun will rise.

There’s a shattered hand mirror in my room.
Broken glass litters the cold dark marble
and teardrops drip all over the shards,
because even in all of these things that I am,

I am still not good enough for myself.

I want to look inside your window panes
A heart carrying stains
A mess she can't erase
Place your palm upon where it hurts
Someday, somehow
We'll find treasure in the dirt
In my arms, find your worth
Dragging chains
Carrying pain
And I thought of you today
I still see your pretty face
Even though you're not in this lonely place
I hope in all your faith that you found better days
I hope in all your grace that you still wander with wonder
I hope in all your ways that I'll see you again as mine someday

What should I do with the rose that doesn't smell like you?
What should I do with the spring without you?

What should I do with a sunrise without you?
What should I do with the world without you?
I do not want the rain that comes down without touching your skin, I do not want the breeze.

If the stars should shine, they should shine from you,
I do not want the star which does not burn with your love in the sky.

If the nightingales should sing, they should sing about you,
I do not want to even listen to a nightingale which does not sing of you.

If you are going to be my yearning then let my heart burn!
I do not want the foreign land and without your reunion, I do not want the motherland.

If a fire is going to burn me from my heart;
Let the fire of your love burn me!
If my heart turns into ashes other than your love, I do not want this heart!
I do not want the fire, I do not want the cinder.

The oasis in which I have not seen you, should belong to the bedouins;
I want your desert, I do not want the water.

If it's going to reach you I will not stop, I will walk on foot, but I do not want the direction that does not reach you at the end, I do not want the road.
I only want you as my destination.

I'm a volunteer slave, with earring on my ear.
I will pass one thousand shara's at once if it is going to conquer your heart!

Otherwise what is it to me?
I do not want this conquest, I do not want Egypt, I do not want the world!

I'm a Sultan of Fatih, and in front of Istanbul,
I will burn this city down, just for a smile on your face!

Otherwise I don't want the Sultanate that does not make your rose-face smile, I do not want Istanbul.

I'm a strange lover!
I'm writing about you, I'm burning for you.
I do not want the pen without your love, I do not want the paper.

I'm from your nation, you are my saviour,
I do not want any other saviour but you!
I do not want any Beloved other than you!

write

we dont write
to romanticize
or to beautify

we write to understand
ourselves and
purge our pain

its not beautiful
to live this way

but it is
a means to survive