I am a woman,
confirmed by intricate womanly organs.
I am a woman,
Whose heart has been stolen.

I am a woman,
Who looks upon her husband’s soul.
I am a woman,
Trying to comprehend contentment’s goal.

I am a woman,
Running from society’s judging eyes.
I am a woman,
That sometimes cuddle with lies.

I am a woman,
Looking underneath broken shards to find faith.
I am a woman,
That understands the wisdom of what Jesus paid.

I am a woman,
That believed I was damaged to the highest degree.
I am a woman,
Whose flaws shaped me into plain, exquisite Ree!

All i can see is black and white
  Tried to get up on my knees and fight
           Searching for a ray of light
     Before i completely lose my sight


   All I know is that I keep on running
   It was a long long road of dreaming
       But something inside my head
                        is screaming
      That maybe I should stop hiding


          I took another step and then
                   the light comes in
    Maybe It's not too late for me begin
              I'll face every battle and
                     i'm sure i'll win
        Because althroughout, to Him,
                          I will lean.

i took an empty envelope
and mailed it off to you
it told you of my feelings
more than a letter could ever do

please don't get me wrong
i'm really not that cold
i did try to write that letter
but the envelope itself said so much more

Sitting in a wintry land
and writing this to you.

I did hesitated after win,
but there aren’t no winning,
you recognizes that
far better than me.

I pause after the word win,
each time
when I write about winter,
or anything
that start with the word, win!

I take a deep breath
and then try to finish it
with the rest of the letters.

After all
trying is everything,
so says lots of them.
It's true for me too
especially when adding a try
to win you and to survive
in this wintry weather!

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

your mom and dad bought you love
cause they had so little time
they could afford to spend on you
or they would have otherwise

they knew you were a loner
but did not understand
how just a few short years down the road
you'd play out a losing hand

only in passing did they think of you
as the troubled one
never once in questioning
why you needed all those guns

never really talked about
never gave too much away
the only voices we now hear
are those from beyond the grave

the hopeless victims in your path
wrong place, wrong time
as you shoved them to the other side
cut down in the prime of life

for crazy is as crazy does
and crazy as they say
was the day you cracked the lid
and let crazy have it's way

the road normally traveled
burned the bottom of your soles
so you took a path different from the rest
the one of lost control

the butcher, the banker, the candle stick maker
you feel all did you wrong
turning childhood rhymes and memories
into a wicked song

you say that we'll remember you
for many years to come
the only memory that you left with us
is of the troubled one

side note:
**your not the only one out there
just the latest to act it out
more to follow later
of that there is no doubt

i like pop music
some oldies too
i dont like Mudhoney
but you do

I like rivers
I like the ground
you get thrills
im safe and sound

I like Disney
I like Pixar
You like pulp fiction
its just who we are

im not obscure
ive tried to be
its not who i am
its not who ill be

this isnt an attack
just recognition
of who i am
of what im missing

im trying to fit in
but thats not what im about
i dont get along
with the out crowd

i dont get cult movies
or grungy rock bands
it doesnt make me
less than i am

i like classic poets
but moderns good too
but i dont get those poets
you watch on youtube

maybe i thought
i could learn or understand
but im beginning to see
thats just not who i am

this is a message
or maybe just a thought
i had to say it
im all i got

ill still try to watch your movies
ill listen to your bands
ill try to get it
ill try to understand

i dont always get you
but boy do i try
i guess im just tired
of trying to lie

Step it up
Step it up to the bars
Break through so I dont break down
Quit asking how long it will take
Start paying attention to the steps as you escape now
That dungeon
Lonely cerebellum
Celebrity status dwelling
Inhaling stale stagnant smoke
A magnetizing choke
As the **** ties tantric knots iside your throat
Thoughts float from the dark
Poke and **** the slot to the key of happiness

Do I regress?*
If I regret my next step
Or do I stay in the night
Crying I wished I'd try
Into a broken mic
Downtrodden eyes
Staring at a life with my body nothing but a reason to build a shadow behind a hollow object

No.
There is a force inside of me
A silent tide in me
Feeding a violent seed
Raising a timeless tree
Etchings proclaiming I'm poetry
Lasting forever
Engrained internally
The grains absorbing the light
The limbs moving towards
The beautiful afternoon rays