Breathe....
Sleep.....
Relax...

Don't let the pressures in life hold you back.....

So easy to say.....
So hard to do....

We learn and learn,
only to learn again....

From our responsibility
to our family....

To love and passion....
To resentment and spite...

To dreamers and believers..
To failure and doubt...

From success in life....
From the times of right...

To the lies one tells.....
To the truths we hide...

This life we live,
is the life we have...

From the pressures in life
can make it a living hell....

Waiting, watching the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech

As he opens the door, she rolls over
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over

She lies and says she's in love with him
She dreams in color, she dreams in red

Talking to herself, there's no one else who needs to know
Memories back when she was bold and strong

And waiting for the world to come along
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone

She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Yeah...

She loved him, yeah... she don't want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah... that's why she'll be back again

She can't find a better man

Her body was so fine
She was my herion fix

Such beautiful curves
Her body was like silk

The sent of her love
Fulfilled the room

With golden hair and soft red lips
She had milk colored skin
and she was my only sin

Totally bare below
So afraid to touch her

She was the one
To break my heart

As we grow we develop what’s called a train of thought.....
It’s something we never think about.....

Though in life were sometimes face with obstacles.....
Some bigger then others, but we easily get by.....

Some are so large, that we seem not to overcome them.....
But we do we brush them away....

There always on our minds, but we must move along.....
We somehow forget these obstacles and keep on going......

These thoughts can stay clear for some time.......
Then were faced with new obstacles that bring up the past.....

We then decide what we have to do......
This can be very hard for most.....

We try and try then finally get by......
But always seem to be there, once we get past them.......

I hope they can be forgotten......
Sometimes they are just too large to forget......

But we must go on......

I am looking for more love from above
So please send me an angel right now

From the time I was 10,
I was taught to be a man....

I was told never take life for granted,
and to remember the 10 commandments....

I was told playing was for children,
yet this left me bewildered.....

I was told I needed a wife,
in order to have a great life....

I was told I needed children,
to fulfill my stability.....

I was told never to cry,
and to never act shy....

I was told to be a man,
I had to make a stand...

Work was what I was taught,
for a life that I sought....

Where is my wife...
Where are my children...

Never had either or...
But what a great life...

Did my time past....
Was my life that fast....

How many times a day do people  love
How many times a day do people  hate

How many times a day do people smile
How many times a day do people hurt

How many times a day do people laugh
How many times a day do people cry

How many times a day do people help
How many times a day do people rage

How many times a day do people smile
How many times a day do people hurt

How many times a day do people give
How many times a day do people take

How many times a day do people live
How many times a day do people die

**Love
         Hate
                   Smile
                             Hurt
                                      Laugh
                                                   Cry
                                                            Help
                                                                       Rage
                                                                                  Give
                                                                                            Take
                                                                                                      Live
                                                                                                                Die

How one's mind,
can torture oneself...

As the mind races,
with obscured thoughts...

The enemy has now been planted,
and the thoughts are ramped...

Now the feelings begin,
of hatred within....

It's always the other,
so why must i run for cover...

Feeling a life of self driven pain
Pushing myself to the life's edge

Feeling like a loser is only getting older
My soul that I lost, I must try to find

Holding on to my last bit of hope
I  sometimes feel myself getting closer

Only to know many years have gone by
So many mile separate me from my life

My life keeps rolling through the pain
I hear that life is somewhat overrated

But I will always try to find that life
The life that I will not know until I find it

i saw her today at the reception
a glass of wine in her hand
i knew she would meet her connection
at her feet was a footloose man
she was practiced at the art of deception
i could tell by her blood-stained hands
as she winked at me and said take my hand
i’ll take you on a trip with the devil
so i then took her hand

i then went down to the demonstration
to get my fair share of abuse
singing, we're gonna vent our frustrations
into to the moonlight night
we played this game

with prescription in hand
i went down to the Chelsea drugstore
to get my prescription filled
i was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
a man that look pretty ill
we decided that we would have a soda
my favorite flavor, cherry red
i sung a song to Mr. Jimmy
and he said one word to me,
and that was "dead"

I then went home
to put myself to bed
could find the pills I had
turned on the tv, to find nothing on
as my life has always been
pretty percular
i live my life
with bleeding pain

i see prayers come from nothing
i see food come from steel
i see life that is abundent
can these miricles be real

do you have to see a ******* walk
or a blind man to see

jesus christ was a man
he just like you and me

why is it so hard
for people to believe in god
when he's all about good and love

yet they believe in satin
because it's easy to pass blame

is this a way to live
or are we just to lazy

miricles come everyday
if you would only listen

How does one project their life....
Is it to be the one to always do right...

From our times of our sins...
To the times of forgiveness...

From our faith in God...
To learning about love...

This journey in life,
is to believe in your dream....

To the visions of what you want,
to get the things one needs.....

Weather it's a car,
a wife, a vacation from life.....

The same holds true for the poor,
that could be next to you....

The dream they hold,
will problem be simple....

Like a warm place to stay,
to pay the bills,
to something good to eat....

Visions and dreams...
Living you life....

The difference is,
One holds feels of love...
The other holds feelings of doubt...

As the blue eyed sparrow,
hides from the hawk...

Words of procrastination,
fill my heart....

Already beaten and bruised,
is what holds all the clues...

Of love always gone bad,
that always leaves me sad...

In the beginning,
the heart opens wide...

Keep ur feelings in check,
and always stay wise...

These charging emotions,
that control your heart...

Are wonderful feelings,
when love first starts,

But it's 50 / 50
that they'll depart...

As the hours,
turn to days....

And the days
turn to weeks....

The love we once held,
is hard to keep...

It will always be there,
just stored away....

She did what she did,
just for her kids....

Now we're trapped in time,
which holds the answers...

Feeling empty inside,
from the real love we shared...

Nobody knows why two,
fall in love....

Only the two in love,
know they followed their heart...

She is black and beautiful,
let's not forget smart....

He is white older and caring,
and they fell in love from the start...

The two are linked in,
which no one can understand....

She says it's fate....
He says serpindipity...

Whatever the reason,
the two fell in love...

There's plenty of haters,
that pushed them apart...

The ones that know them,
can see their love...

I'll always be there for her,
because it's her time....

I'll hold on to these times,
and one day she'll be mine...

Can life be correlated or even orchestrated.

Can we organize our life by convenience
Can we direct our every move

Life wasn't made to be simple  and it wasn't made to be controlled.

I will correlate by my passion and orchestrate to my goals.

My life is now somewhat simple
and my ways have now somewhat changed.

I deal with things in a different way
I now live day by day.

Son's of God's...
Loaded guns....

Unstable minds....
Nothing kind...

Freaks of nature....
Bad behavior....

Earth quakes and tidal waves...
Change the play...

Death and destruction.....
Many graves....

Liberal news....
Washes the mind...

Lies and deception...
From hollow minds...

War and bloodshed....
All for religion....

For a piece of land...
The holy ground....

To the devil....
Who sits and watches..

Laughing at life....
As death tolls tally....

Will it stop....
Will it end...

When the moon turns red....
You'll know it's the end...

Life's not a fairy tale.

There's no one skipping around picking daisy's.

It's about making a paycheck and keeping a gun out your mouth.

Literally speaking.

As the sun sinks into the horizon
As the moon blossoms in the night

As the city lights fade away
The stars of brightness shine our way

As the clouds of day constantly change
So do the stars in darkness fill the night

Just as clouds of beauty
There are stars of gods
Gods of every kind

If we could count the stars
With grains of sand

The sand would run out
Yet the stars would never end

Just as quite as a pin drop
You can hear my heart beat
As you near me.

My mouth gets very dry
As I try to speak to you

But it's dusted with love
And it's full of heat.

Heated with passion
From your beauty

With beauty of love
With love and kindness

Your sensuous eyes
Your sensuous lips
Your sensuous ways
Is what drives me crazy

My love for you is so extreme
I would give up my life
To fulfill my dreams

LIFE FOR SOME
IS SOMETHING FOR MAKING EXCUSES

LIFE FOR SOME
IS SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T MATTER

LIFE FOR SOME
IS SOMETHING WE TAKE FOR GRANTED

LIFE FOR SOME
IS SOMETHING THAT PEOPLE HATE

LIFE FOR SOME
IS SOMETHING THAT PEOPLE WANT

LIFE FOR SOME
IS SOMETHING THAT WE LOVE

N                    ???????        NOWHERE      LIVING
O                        ?              O                        O
T                         ?              PERFECT          V
H                        ?              LATELY            ENJOY
I                          ?              A                        H
N                        ?              C                        A
GOING             ?               E                        T
INLIFE         ???????          !                        EXISTING

**** these dysfunctional thoughts
that takes my thoughts away

i can only get mad at myself
why do delusions consume me

i know all the pieces should fit
but i can only point the finger at one

i need to rediscover my computations
or at least know the dangers of my path

trailing dreams from my days gone past
haunt me and live happily in my mind

**** this roll of film stuck in my head
if i could put a big magnet on my head
to erase my past i most diffidently would

it's burning a hole in me
this life of delusions

a life of only breathing

Gray days
Night skies
Lonely feelings
Never die
Empty shoes
Wonder why

Unlit sun
Moonless skies
Empty heart
Only solitude
Heavy hand
Thoughtless moments

Rainy days
Foggy nights
Summer sweat
Nothings right
Dispair thoughts
Crushing sights

Pouring rain
Endless nights
Closing eyes
Crushing freight
Spilled blood
Nothing new

These arms have held many relationships.
As my arms are scared from many.

As I look at my tracks,
they bring back memories.

A life of addiction and the love I had for it.
They knew no other only lonely and sad.

These arms did hold, real love many times.
As well as the heart aches,
which were my suffering times

These arms have built many walls.
That would let no one in.

These arms held many unfortunate lovers
and I broke many hearts
As mine was once done

Theses arms held beauty and joy,
from the love of others.
My family, my friends
the homeless and the sick

These arms have held death
Of people that I love
Of people that cared

These arms are now held high
High to god I now know
Reaching for a new life

A life of love and
a life of challenges