Apple, berry, and honey.
A giving tree,
a vine’d bush,
and a killer bee.
Fulfillment underneath,
my ice cream.
All in the home,
of the outer layer.
Warm desserts off,
passed down family notes.
Holed out memories,
forgotten the smiles.
One day beyond,
I’ll finally see,
what was left behind,
for you and me.

Gone is known as missing,
and my baby hasn’t returned.

That feeling of love,
the look in the eyes,
I’m missing it all.

I stand here and hold bare.
I fall close to the sky’s openness.
I’ll be let lose to find my baby
but by the years end I’ll be gone

Words may not break bones,
but they sure enough can break
souls

A soul sourced by forever
decides
if my humanity really does
matter.

Does it all make sense yet?
Does this life have any feeling?
Is our soul in the right hearts?
Will we finally find harmony?

Once a upon a time we were all alive
Passed the golden gates as orchestras
synthesized a symphony
No one ever heard of hate or blasphemy
Peace was found along side of freedom
and we could peacefully breathe freely

Now twice a upon a reality death was rudimentary
The faucet leaking took a soul while all our hearts were sinking
Blood clogged so bad it sent vibrations worth 8 years of seizures
The lineage broken breaks down a soulmate into insanity
The silence of fear hoping to find its harmony

The only imperfection is the mirror.
The only way the reflection is the same
is if you believe it.

I haven’t been happy
since I heard your voice
leave me

if the sky falls
can we catch it

  if the water waves
  can we crash it
  
    if the sunrises
    can we chase it

      if the wind calls
      can we take it

i lived in a time
where the moonlight
was my only sunlight

foggy memories arise as the sun speaks
good-morning

peace of mind falls as the moon winks
good-night

                                                 - ups and downs
                                                 a life of balances

                                                      ­                  …

my life is on the line,
at least my clothes
are being dried

Bedded soul in the soil
Casket cassette spins
Tears in Heaven
Ripples into waves
I turn my head in the bed I lay
Now I become Death in his name
While Eric Clapton plays
I light travel dark vivaciously
Garnering the souls in the soil

if i can't remember my birth
than i won't remember my death

Beautiful Soul tunes booming
A dance with the devil looming
****** tendencies, stop assuming
Only one way to bring me down
Is with hex bags, have them drag me around
Hell on Earth by my 22 piece bringing peace
A paradox, a pair of docs couldn’t pick up on
Point blank piercing ears, hiding wounds tear
I point blanks just to introduce fear
I shoot rounds just to step with the devil’s snare
Conjure up the hellhounds for this is their heaven here
The good Lord and his reverend
An a irrelevant justice for revenge ends
I’m hell bound, show me the hellhounds
I can’t let these last few rounds go to waste now