We watch, report
Write it out
Then contort
Watchers, poets, writers, scribes
Feel too much
Wrenching, inside
Its our job, not to sleep at night
To think too much
About life's plight
One watcher, will be drawn to another
All akin,
Sisters, brothers, lovers
It's what we are
In ancient times
They called us,
"The Scribes"
Old souls,
We everyone bare
It's a hard business
Not at all fair
But it's our job, chosen or not
To see, to feel,
To "watch" every plot
Our thoughts, can drown us
Or perhaps, heal
But with every action
More is revealed
For we are the "watchers"
With purpose, we live
And with our words written, spoken
'Tis life, we all give

it was never meant to
be this way
Jesus didn't come here
to create religion
he came
to create relationships

he never
wanted this divide
he only
wanted to know us
personally

this is why
we must
lay religion down
and
raise our relationship with Him up.

Keeping up appearances,
Shutting the dark vibe down.
Keeping up appearances,
Putting on a crown.
Keeping up appearances,
Make a smile out of a frown.

Keeping up appearances,
But quietly you drown.

In moments I sit, saying you're over us

Before understanding that I dread our next time, when at "next time" you're over us.

I have to ask
and
I need to know  

I have to ask
Why did so many people run in wolf packs
Turn away
To the misery of people everyday
Turn their backs and just walk away
As though they were dead prey
Day after day
Why did their evil  have to show
Why did they stroll with no human coed
Always traveling the nowhere roads
Knowing and knowed

I have seen
Children hold out their hand
Nothing it would land
All I saw were people turn their head
And
Pretend that they did not see that someone had bled
And
That there were people that needed to be fed  

I need to know...WHY?
Did  
People see only white or black
Turning there backs on people that were black
Yes, they did
It is fact

I need to know ...WHY?
So many people let their love go
and let it just fade away
Turn their heads and just walk away
Instead of facing the facts
Of why their lives lacks

I have to ask ..WHY??
People take their own lives
Easily
As though there was nothing to loose
or
Drown their lives in *****
Caused by so much abuse
All we did was make up an excuse

Near Death
I have to ask
and
I have to know
Are you going to keep turning your backs
And hide into the black

There is so much more I have to ask
and I need to know
Before
I reach the day of my death.
!!

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.