eating me from the inside out
from the outside not wanting to look in
deep breath, insides get a bit more tense
one of these days, your heart is going to break
it's bound to happen, you've fried your brain
your heart doesn't beat like everyone else's
and your skin is purple
why am I always sick?

mood changing like the tides, unpredictable, no moon inside me
when it rains it pours
when it shines I can find the strength to smile
in heaven everything is fine
swallowing pills so I stay on cloud 9
forgot what it's like to have my feet on the ground
breathing becomes hard to do, I have to remind myself how to
holding back the fool

fear, paranoid
I keep seeing things that aren't really there
pour it up so the whole room slurs it's words when it talks
everyone's looking at me and I don't even know who I am
a second passes and I'm sure I found something inside me that is stable
but just like my heartbeat, I'm irregular
I forget to hold back the fool sometimes
blindfolded by the mental illnesses hiding inside my brain
a tangled mess of insanity

I don't sleep anymore
I can't stop coughing up black phlegm and old memories
faces that have changed
memories that I've replaced with fantasy
I get high again, I've always wanted to be a queen
the walls are talking again
am I awake? am I falling? am I alive?
alone in the middle of the night
questioning my existence, pondering space
my mind is emptied and filled with questions nobody knows the answer to
what am I doing here?
is the world simply a figment of my imagination?
the walls are talking again

Maybe if I close my eyes
my fingertips will feel like yours
Maybe if I lay deathly still
I can pretend you're here by me
Maybe if we stay online
we'll be in the same bed one day
Maybe if I inhale deeply
You'll be there to exhale for me.

The mighty storms that blow, but intervention you will stand
God’s true followers are under his command
The heavy rains that become a terrain
Yet with wisdom and understanding no need to complain
God’s word is the target of aim
The Lord follows us all in where and no one else can compare
Situation storms are made to force people to abide
But God sits high, and carry’s all above a meaning less stride
Struggles by and by
Yet it’s Heaven’s strength that keeps telling us to continue to try
However these same evildoers try to hide
But God knows where to put the tide
You have nowhere to run
God is faster than any firing gun
The Lord see’s and knows
He is his own show
Conflict doesn’t stand a chance
God’s praises in how you will advance
Yet the enemy wants to attack Joy in being a prance
But once again they don’t stand a chance
A storm is an ongoing test
But it is the Lord that says it best
“Through the storm don’t be alarmed, as I am the Lord God and will not harm”.

By A Foreigner

I like Americans.
They are so unlike Canadians.
They do not take their policemen seriously.
They come to Montreal to drink.
Not to criticize.
They claim they won the war.
But they know at heart that they didn't.
They have such respect for Englishmen.
They like to live abroad.
They do not brag about how they take baths.
But they take them.
Their teeth are so good.
And they wear B.V.D.'s all the year round.
I wish they didn't brag about it.
They have the second best navy in the world.
But they never mention it.
They would like to have Henry Ford for president.
But they will not elect him.
They saw through Bill Bryan.
They have gotten tired of Billy Sunday.
Their men have such funny hair cuts.
They are hard to **** in on Europe.
They have been there once.
They produced Barney Google, Mutt and Jeff.
And Jiggs.
They do not hang lady murderers.
They put them in vaudeville.
They read the Saturday Evening Post
And believe in Santa Claus.
When they make money
They make a lot of money.
They are fine people.

Was there a word,
Plain or shimmering,
Cast of gold and mercy,
In the bathing light of forgiveness,
Tempered with down and feather,
Wrought of worthiness and pride,
The mellow flame of tenderness
And shearing morning sun,
One tabulation of saving flesh,
The tapping root of the knowledge
Tree, the forge of stainless metal
And touch, stone direction,
One healing humour, cardinal
As blood, forceful as the salt
Journey bearing the pines
Of lodestar coordinates,
Spotting the Xanadu ex
Of the lost lovers?

but in my mind
we're somewhere in your car
and it's raining ******* a street like yours.
you've got your lips on mine
and our hearts on fire
so how could we ever
lose each other?