My sad times are always accompanied
by my poems...
Then why don't my good times

I'm the bad apple 
judge what you don't understand 
I'm that ******* guy

We are slaves and servants to the Lord, through our humble service we will reap our reward...

We ask ourselves, what is life?
We toil hard while there's light
And find no rest come night

What is life?
Our foes force us to take flight
We are targets, always in sight

What is life?
Our hope is very slight
That we'll be released from our plight

What is life?

There is no true happiness in the world that we're in...
As long as we're mortals under the spell of sin...
We cannot conquer and save our skin...
Yet if our hope is in Christ, we can be sure that we'll win

Sad house
I have to go
You were nonchalant
Concerning fears
Unresponsive to tears
You needed love
You craved laughter
In the rafters
Ringing up above
You were grief
No relief
Relentless pain
Can’t do this again
I’m here for now
God knows how
I do it
I’ll get through it
Please believe
When I leave
I'll find
Good people
To leave  behind
Before I go sad
Or bad........

Or  out of my mind

Gambling
On you
I’m at home
Not alone
Yet lonely
I crash
This is rash
Not funny
For love
Not money
For shame
This isn’t right
Phone?
Text too?
Can’t do it
If only......
Still I try
Again?
Why?
Gambling on you
Gets me by



I

It was ever only for freaks geeks and tweakers
for hyper borderlines to decypher,
when alone he is times and times he listens to these rhymes

streets ahead

Forgive the gimmick that was becoming so good
Like some things you never trully owned
Best tricks you pull are the ones you sold

Greatest thing I ever felt felt so ******* cold