It's amazing how I see things and others don't
Their eyes are ******* in wrong

And I wonder,
If my eyes are ******* in right.

*They just might

Is this what old age
Is talking about
And why am I the last
To find all of this out
That my due North
Is heading straight  South
With all of my hair
And most my teeth falling out

For me gradually
Losing my sight
Saving me from
What I'd rather not find
The wrinkles to
My  drooping eyes
As the younger me
Dawn's an old age disguise

I seem to wheeze
More now than I breath
Check out my pants
Each time that I sneeze
When did my thoughts
Pack up and leave
Taking with them
My precious memory

Is this what old age
Is talking about
And why am I the last
To find all of this out
I used to be king
But somehow lost that crown
The only other thing....

Now what was I talking about?

She likes to blow up balloons
Matching the colors
to fit her mood
From envious greens
to the saddest of blues
Sits in a corner
blowing  balloons

From runaway yellows
to angry reds
All of the colors
leaving little left said
Blowing balloons
to the thoughts in her head
Till there are no feelings left

The madness, the darkness has come seeping in,
once again I am burdened with my sin,
The thoughts, they swirl in a crazed tempo,
beating against my skull with the desperate fury of a dying heart.

I am drowning under a tide of pensive dispair,
Struggling to even gasp for air,
Oh! I lament my own awareness,
my jealousy is reserved for the blind.

Surely, I must be mad!
How could I not be with such anguish I am clad,
One true question remains.
Will I fade, implode, or explode with such force as to devastate my own?

Run! My darkness is no longer a flame lazing,
but an inferno blazing,
We all have our afflictions, mine is thought.

if i could experience it all over again
even with every ounce of pain
and each waking moment of ache
i would not think twice
i would do it in a heartbeat
for you, for us.


you're the only one worth of all this torture.

I live because I have been honored
It was a given right
It was illustrated in being God’s sight
I live

The sunrise was my eyes seeing the light
Tribulation was a short plight
Heaven said we have you life
I didn’t have to seek advice
Because I live

As I began to lay down
My eyes just looked around
Life stated, “You are not ready to be Heaven bound”
I must continue to live

Life was my day in a continuous tomorrow
The steadfast with a morrow
The goodness in knowing how to live
Appreciation in sustaining in thinking positive
The encouragement too others in give
I shall live

It’s a new day
Praise all the way
Living is where I stay
I can continue too say, “I live”.

misty eyes and blurry skies
my mind is in knots
i'm lost
the lines blur together
i can't tell which side is which
i just want to get out
i just want to get better

Being golden
We think were young
Pretending to be 16
Under the sun
Skin gets baggy
Eyes sink
Lessons learned
Now my turn
To dive deep into life
It's just begun