if i say black
she would say white

if she is wrong
she would say she's right

if i say today
she would tonight

i want her more
she wants me less

can a balance
ever be found

or will this always be
bitter sweet love

my blood may be red, but my life is black
i live in a hopeless world, why does my life have to be

why can't i stay in life with a child's mind
always curious, with no sorrow or doubt

my life is only living in a shell
hiding from my world, which i cannot tell

always in darkness and it feels like hell
with my burning soul that kills me to tell

i can't figure out if i want to live or die
when i visit my world it scares me inside

i need to figure this out, i don't want to die
i want that feeling that i'm still alive

How can one describe ones life....
Is it the good or the evil...
What makes it right...

The times we fall....
The times we crawl...
But yet we still stand tall...

To the battles we faught,
weather win or lose...

The blood does dry,
yet tears still fall from the sky...

The healing process,
so thin, so frail...

Like a golden egg shell,
lined with diamonds...
So handle with care..

As one heart beats slow,
one will beat fast...

One from love,
one from death...

Like a fogged in road,
With no place to go...

My mind goes blank,
from the things I let go...

As I walk in darkness
Into the depths of black

I feel with my hands
For something to remind me

Remind of a place
To know where I am

For I am blind
And I know who I am

As I find my way
To and from

My time in darkness
Has just not begun

My senses come alive
I can hear the air

I can smell the smell
Of anything in the air

I need no help
Because who I am

I'm one of God's creatures
That's who I am

Good night my sweet princess
Thanks for the blind date friend.

**NOT

I was blinded by your beauty

I was blinded by body

I was blinded with your ***

I was blinded from my life

A life that I never knew

we have all fell in love
we have all fell out of love

we have all hurt
we have all hurt someone

there are so many things I know
there are so many things I have to learn

I do know where i have been
And I think I know where I am going

As we create new things in our life with changing times
We can only look back at the web we have weaved

Weather good are bad it was once there
And the past we cannot change, including yesterday

All we can do is live our life with a little patients
And just try get things right and refer back to

The Book of Memories

If your heart was an open book,
how would it read...

Would it talk about,
the times you were deceived...

Or

Would it talk about,
the times of loved you received...

Would it be about,
pain and hurt....

Or

Would it be about,
love of life for what it's worth...

This book of the heart.....

Is it filled with,
tears of fear....

Or

Love and joy...

This book of the heart....

Is it stained with blood,

Or

Covered in gold...

One thing true,
about this book of the heart....

You are the narrator,
of your book of the heart....

title: open camona
by: c. moore hair

title: tigers revenge
by: claud baulls

title: yellow snow
by: i. p. freely

title: hole in the wall
by: mr. completly

title: deaf days
by: ms. bomb shell

My face into the wind,
With only a blind eye to see...

My senses are sharp,
yet I can no longer feel...

Numbness surrounds me,
so why do I still feel pain...

As my heart is cut deep,
so why don't I bleed...

My life is dullisional,
which helps me breath...

can I dream, just one dream
can I get past this broken road

this broken road
that I travel for so long

which I try have tried to fix
so many times

my shoes are worn
from the lies of my life

my emotions stolen
from the selfishness of others

I stumble in my footsteps
walking through the nails

my life is now torn
which has been ripped by other

can someone tell me
is there  something I don't know

can someone tell me
is there something I must know

can someone tell me
is there something I can do

I feel my time is due
to get past this broken road

all these bugs
i got bugs
i got bugs in my room
bugs in my bed
bugs in my ears
their eggs in my head
bugs in my pockets
bugs in my shoes
bugs in the way i feel about you
bugs on my window
trying to get in
they don't go nowhere
waiting, waiting...
bugs on my ceiling
crowded the floor
standing, sitting, kneeling...
a few block the door
and now the question's:
do i **** them?
become their friend?
do i eat them?
raw or well done?
do i trick them?
i don't think they're that dumb
do i join them?
looks like that's the one
i got bugs on my skin
tickle my nausea
i let it happen again
they're always takin' over
i see they surround me, i see...
see them deciding my fate
oh, that which was once...was once up to me...
now it's too late
i got bugs in my room...one on one
that's when i had a chance
i'll just stop now
i'll become naked
and with the...i'll become one

To the ones we once loved...
To the ones we now hate...

To the ones who play games...
To the ones who are fake...

From the times gone good....
From the times gone sin.....

From the times of the future...
From the times we had.

From the times of glory....
From the times of saddness....

With a loving heart....
With a broken mind....

With blood on ones hands....
With times gone bad.....

With a life of illusions....
With a delusional life....

Some try and try,
only to fail.

To build ones fear,
from a life the could have....

If i die before I wake,
please burn me upon a stake....

For i have walked a million miles,
and never once caught a smile....

Put my feet upon this fire,
they always hurt from no desire....

Let my heart burn next,
for it has no respect....

My blood will then boil,
but it has already been spoiled....

My feelings will now burn,
for they never have yearned....

My hands can burn boldly,
for they have never controlled me....

My mouth should be next,
because it's only hexed....

I don't care about my ears,
because they are filled with one's fears....

Let my eye's go last,
so I can watch myself burn fast.....

From my neice to you.

Butterfly is love
Butterfly is like a rose
Butterfly fly's
Butterfly can do cool things
Butterfly are peaceful
Butterfly fly away with no worries
Butterfly  are simple


(No help no words changed)

Why is it when you say you don't love me
I love you more then life can see

Why is it when you push me away
All I do is want to stay

Why is it when you run from me
All I want is to chase for thee

Why is it that when were apart
I don't know how to control my heart

Why is it when you  tell me I'm pathetic
I always cry because I'm sympathetic

Why can't I just let this be
And set my life away from thee

There a mirror world inside of me
That no one can ever see
A person that I never wanted to be

There secrets in my life that I try to hide
Is it my following wit or am I just blind

somewhere in this darkness
is there a light that I can find

If I only had someone to
Hold me when I'm scared
Push me when I'm wrong
Love me when I'm gone

Everything I was
Everything I am
Everything that is wrong

Can I ever find myself

If they say I am broken,
can I really be fixed?

I am bruised and beaten,
part of my mind is lost,

Can I really be fixed?

I do have part of my feelings left,
I still can see a good in others,

Can I really be fixed?

I still can't understand
everyone's point of view.

Can I really be fixed?

What will it take,
where can I find it,

Can I really be fixed?

Will it take a miracle,
can a doctor cure me.

Can I really be fixed?

I hear their is a man named God,
they tell me he loves me.

Can I really be fixed?

They tell me I can find trust in God...
They say he is a forgiving God....

Can I really be fixed?

If I can't be fixed,
he is the one I want to be with.

Wide awake and still in my nightmare
Haunted by the presence of my surrounding
Frightened by the faces and scared of the personalities

I feel that I can do only one thing
If I can go back to sleep will I wake from this dream
As I fade away into the dream it is only more petrifying

My mind races endlessly to break this thought
I cover my eye's with a blindfold to escape
Only now to feel trapped with the horror circling me
I am now fighting to remove the blind fold but my hands are now tied

Can't this be a dream, I pray
Only to wake and finally able to remove my blindfold
A take a breath of air, and open my eye's to see
Is the nightmare finally gone

Only to see the bars on the prison cell

Truth be told,
yet it is never said...

Back off to prison,
so what was next to be said...

I had left my girl,
she said write me when u can....

Her feelings of love,
drifted off to other men...

Not even being gone,
for 3 months...

Her faithfulness,
could never hold true...

Men who wanted her,
she was willing to see...

She said it was the struggle,
Her reason for being with others..

I did get out that prison cell,
I know stay humble only wishing well..

I still see that girl,
but things are not the same...

Whatever direction I take,
can we put our life together....

Can things ever be the same,
or should I put an end to this game...

I once dated a girl named Jane
Man, how she drove me insane

I once dated a girl named Daisy
Man, how she drove me crazy

I once dated a girl named Lexy
Man,  she was nothing but ****

I once dated a girl named Dove
Man, she was one I could love

I once dated a girl named Susie
Man, she use to try and use me

I once dated a girl named Trish
Man, she was so full of ****

I once dated a girl named Cat
Man, she actually got to fat

I once dated a girl named Wendy
Man, she always gave me plenty

The girls we come by in life
That want to be a wife

The girls we come by in life
That just want to play house

The girls we come by in life
That no nothing about life

The girls we come by in Life
That think life is a game

The girls that we come by in life
That we can actually love

So we sift through the girls
To find our one true love

Is it actually possible that serendipity exist
Is there that one person that is perfect for you

Can one love, actually last a life time

My eye's are fuzzy
I feel cold and gray

These feelings I get
Make me sick

These feelings
That I love you

They hurt once and awhile

They bring me self pity
Feelings I don't like

That minute has passed
I'll shake my head

So I don't wish you for dead
I start to write

About my terrible past
About the life we had

Thoses days are now over
Why don't they leave my head

Today not Tomorrow
Is my way of thinking

Sights and sounds
With no sorrow

A love for life
Makes me complete

A passion, a thought
Begins my day

A dream, a poem
To fulfill my day

The things I think
Are not always about me

The love, the care
I want to be there

A child, a life
With someone that cares

A place for me
Where i want to be

A life with another
I want to share

I want them to know
That I really care

Feelings, is what they tell me

Low, is how my life goes

Lord, am I unholy

Control, is what they sell me

Despise, I let control me

Soul, is my own misery

Storm's, entertain me

The beast in me, is my only friend
Who helps me carry on.

I've read 1000 upon 1000 of poems
Where I see not many write about God

I challenge you all, to write about God.

In your own words and you can scream it out loud

In the beginning

It started with Adam and Eve.
There was then Noah, follewed by Moses.

They have,
Psalm,
Proverb's,
Ecclesiates,
Songs of Solomon
Is poetry about life

Along with the rest of the old testament

Disciple's,
Apostle's,
Major and Minor Prophet's
Along with the history of God

Now to the new testament
Where we have the following

Letters to the church
Along with the gospals
Where Jesus speaks to you
And you see how he lived
With his words of silence

Now we have Revalations
What a strange place
So many creatures
That will **** the human race

Me, I'm by far not Godly
I curse and I sin
I desire flesh of women
But I try to live his ways

I know many things
About our God
I do read the bible
And sometimes out loud

Yes, I have been reborn
Still figuring it out

But I'm one of God's creatures
And that's without a doubt

Came from the poor
Became an addict
Always working
To support my habit
Never stole
Very young
I moved one day
2000 miles away
I didn't have a clue
What to do or who to be
I made it big
And owned companies
My habbit found me
Was a function addict
Had many good friends
Always giving
Always caring
I went to prison
To get rid of my habit
I started writing
5 times a day
It was about my feelings
And the life that I had
I'm now away
From that style of life
I still have my companies
And I now have god
I help with the teens
I give to the poor
I teach drug awareness
I manage rap groups
And I'm always caring
I give nothing but love
To people I don't know
I would change my life
For nothing in this world