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Don’t cry because you have lost something,
Be glad because you have room for something more.
Consider it, an opening of another door.

Don’t laugh because someone you dislike is hurt.
Ask yourself inside, what is their life worth,
To someone whose disposition with them isn’t as curt.

Don’t be sorrowful, because something is never coming back,
Be joyful because it’s less to pack.
There’s more space on your incredible, ***** rack.

Don’t shout to the skies,
When someone you loathe, keels over and dies.
Keep in mind, all the questions and whys.
A lover’s soul can be quiet,
A lover’s soul can be loud
A lover’s soul can be angry
A lover’s soul can rejoice
A lover’s soul can be jealous
A lover’s soul can be sad
A lover’s soul can be trusted
A lover’s soul can live.
But what most people don’t know,
Is that a lovers soul can die too.
The nine months of unbearable displeasure,
Are all of a sudden worth it when you see this treasure.

The feeling of holding her in your arms at last,
The joyous emotion will never dare to pass.

You get to watch her grow, just as you did.
You would give your eternal soul for her, your life you would bid.

Trials and tribulations come with the joys of puberty.
A wider respect for your parent’s patience with you, soon to be.

You want to hug her and spank her, whenever she dares sass.
Quick witted, smart, and more than sometimes stubborn as an ***.

But she comes to you when she needs to cry on a shoulder,
You want her to stay with you and never get any older.

Sometimes you lose your mind over the protesting, angsty screams.
Still the love in your heart makes it burst at the seams.

But soon enough she is out of the house and into school.
Sometimes you feel like your experiencing life’s crueler rule.

You have come to be disheveled when you go through life without her.
You don’t know what to do. But you are still her mother.

Remembering back on the old days, when life was a real mess,
You will always love her, nonetheless.

This is the feeling of maternal love,
Towards your precious gift, sent from up above.
Always and forever
Never more, never the less
Incarnate, immortal
Mortals tremble with fear
Awestruck gasps are the last thing you utter

Vampiros, Nosferatu, devil spawn, vampire
One mind, a million bodies
Unknown, you were right to be afraid of the dark
Traitor of God, of nature
Always watch your back…
To make sure the Anima Vouta are not coming after you!
Our lives once again collide.
We are forced to work together, side by side.

After a few hours, I can see you aren’t so bad.
After all there are those worse that I have had.

I never knew that you could be so funny.
Do you want to come home with me Honey?

I didn’t realize you would be so great.
Good grief. I hope he is straight.

How could you have been so perfect?
If I was that way, I could only suspect.

No, you are the one for me.
As for the relationship…we will see.
Here’s to you.
Here’s to me.
I will love you forever.
Its plain to see.

Life has grown cold,
Because you’re not here.
Cant you summon up,
One final cheer.

Here’s to the life we had.
Here’s to the life still to come.
Whatever joys or sorrows we face,
We have faced worse, maybe some.

This is my life with you,
I am happy no matter what.
Just do me a favor,
And don’t close shut.
The birds in the sky,
Have a freedom they cannot deny.

They have been given the green light
To fly high, high from anyone’s sight.

Avian permission, a gift from Gods will.
What music they make, that melodic shrill.

Spread your wings as far as they can go,
And all of the world, they will know.

This wingspan of life ever so wide.
Only lead shot can silence this pride.

Threatened only by a shadows kiss.
This is the life that the rest of us miss.

It makes us want to grow, develop wings.
This proves the fact, we only want impossible things.

No matter, we can lead by example.
This perfect life we will never sample.

Watching for birds, we will take a walk.
Time is the only factor, hurry up. Tick Tock.
Darkness clouds my heart,
Because you will not be mine.
Mine so sweet as to
Not be my valentine.

Melancholy coldens your touch,
Against my lukewarm skin.
Even god will vouch
Against our sin.

You harshly deny,
Any hint of relationship,
And against the feel of you and your lips
I can tell you this is a lie.

Crushed and irate,
I feel the need to exasperate,
But honored by your need,
To feed on by hearts aching stings.

When night comes to take,
I feel a desire begin to quake,
For your body against mine,
And there you would be,
All I feel I have to do is sign
On the dotted line.

I think I understand,
Why to me you aren’t true.
But I think its time I reveal to you,
What I want and from whom.

A deadly relationship
To each of our pride.
But I have seen, and know you
Have another side.

I wish I could tell you
That this cannot go on.
But lust for your love, your touch
Has taken on my well of conscience.

True to me all
That I may not know,
The meaning of true love
I had hoped to find in you.

... To bad.
From deep within,
I feel me clench,
And writhe, and twist in pain.

Go away, I tell my demons.
And don’t you dare come back,
For another day.
For I’ll be waiting,
Silver Athme in hand

A tornado raging,
Inside my head,
Hurricane in my mind.
She said

“Sleep now, my child.
Sleep of joy and love
Without loss.
Of life without pain
Dream of all you are
Slipping from now.”

Wind in hair.
Snow cementing my heart.
Spring comes back
For a few more
Of my precious,
Counted months.
Don’t lose hope,
Just because of Shawn
Don’t lose your mind.
Just sing this happy song.

Be the gal everyone loves
You will always rise above.

Always do what you do best.
Take a deep breath
Give life’s meaning a rest
You managed to pass this test

Don’t think long on memories past.
Life is only something to outlast.
When your having trouble getting along
Just sing this happy song.

Sing this lovely Boheme.
Make it your life’s long theme.
Don’t let thoughts of that love dwell
Cause girl it wont do you well.

A sacred beauty, a true bohemian.
But a girl who brings home the bacon.
You are a woman’s woman.

Don’t let life get you down
Turn that frown upside down.
You have too much to live for
To be living life, emotionally poor.

When you down,
Sing this lovely song
It is something to help
You get along

Stop being pitiful,
You cant afford it
Especially when you are so beautiful.

Live life to the fullest.
Never let your nose touch the sky
When in doubt.
Sing this song and you will know why.
Crying out loud
******* inside
Hearing my own sound
Sanity denied

True calling made sane
Seeing others fate
Now its me true calling to be

Shrouded in white
In a blackened haze
Only bits and pieces
Will remain

Fist in fury
Padded walls work well
Get me the hell out
Right ******* now

Slowly going mad
Life slipping away
Blood coming back
And I think its here to stay
I sit here in the dark
Thinking, wondering
Where I should put the mark

With a knife in hand
I’m thinking back on life
My fathers chant
Running through my head
I only ran…away

I make the cut upon my thigh
The pain and blood act as my high

A few years later
When my shame is healed
A vile and cruel comment
Breaks through my built
Up shield.
Darkness in pain
When my darkness fails to light a new day has dawned.
As we know
It is our existence and purpose to travel to the Milky Way
And say
Darkness, darkness why do you fail to light our night
And he shall
There is pain in your time and it reflects on me.
Not until
You change your ways, shall I return to your rage infested
And since then we have known yet at all.
The purple grass sways in the quiet wind.
The blue moon whispers its way around the bend.
The silent cicadas wait in their huts.
This is a place where the nights never end.

The dry rain keeps all inhabitants warm.
The never-ending roads lead their way to nevarland.
The rich smiling willow swerves her dance.
The nearest nymph takes the nearest hand.

No grown ups are allowed, not even some man children.
This is the perfect place where innocence can roam.
To the fairy folk they use this as a place of trance.
To them it is a place called ‘Home Sweet Home’.

Here is a place where the weary are never tired.
Where the spiteful sprites fulfill their games.
And the trolls are merry with all of the fun.
And the poor children are not cursed with their names.

Its all too perfect, too good to be true.
Why go back to plain, uneventful lives lived out on earth,
When one could spend eternal youth here.
And spend immortal summer days in gay mirth.

In a place like this, you can only have fun.
In a perfect place like this there are no rules.
Only those who are a bore dare to run.
Those who would leave suffer death as fools.
Love is but a fantasy
I’ve been denied of it to often
To love truly ever again
Would be to much

A single soul exists
Inside my fairly tale
I’ll gives you a hint
That will blow you away
-its not you
The waves crash on the moor,
Destroying the dreams of those once pure.

The ground begins to quake,
Sounds of driftwood beginning to break.

A sparkling cave, now for all to see,
Glittering diamonds, which will one day, adorn the hand of a wife-to-be.
It’s so transparent above the shadows,
We could create invisible pictures in the dark.
Our morals have reached new lows.
Our immortal sins leave their mark.

Words! They circle the night air.
The phrases and sentences take their place.
Heavy wind makes the ozone tear.
Danger in this world has a new place

In the alleys, dank cats suffer a tomb.
But the decree is final, the King has won.
This place, Earth, is your new doom.
Life kind of *****, now that there is now fun.

Weird and red against the mists,
An uncomfortable silence fills your mind,
Without the words and long poetic lists,
A dark cover falls on this books bind.
I am the wind at your side,
But by your laws, I cannot abide.
I am the water within you,
But the balance must remain true.
I am the fire that lights your eyes,
But without a pulse, I am no prize.
I am the ground that keeps you sane,
But if you float away, I am not to blame.
I am the spirit that will live on forever,
Because I am the way you are for the Ever
Subtle vibrations.
Exquisite sensations.
A near perfect nirvana.
Cleansing us like a sauna.
Despite our bodies being of olden.
Inside our bodies are golden.
A swirl of red.
In a cloud, this is our bed.
A force to call your own.
You body has reaped what it has sown.
I glare up into the darkness,
Feeling like I am going insane.
Sensations say I am losing my brain.
I am truly startled by the oblique starkness.
But when I realize my mistake,
I pull of my colorful, pitch-black hood.
Looking around, I see the morning sun is so good.
I have earned back everything I put at stake.
Define the perils of fame.
Do we really want to play this game?
Do we all feel the same?
Fame never fails to give you a name.

It’s playing a deadly roulette,
It’s something we don’t mess in, or play.
What do the paparazzi have to say?
When we make fools of ourselves and act this way.

What are the tribulations we suffer?
For this we have to play a little rougher,
Even when life gets a little tougher.
These are the trials we will suffer.

What good can come of this?
Of all these things, its humanity you will miss.
What do we pay for these moments of bliss?
When we are loves by the crowd, and showered with a kiss.
A man has his wife,
And a queen has her king,
But when it comes to me; Strife…
No such thing, not even a fling.

Not one person is willingly mine,
Mine so sweet as to not be my valentine.

If I am to spend a life alone,
How long should I wait?
For my heart to turn to stone.

A lover has his companion,
And a girlfriend has her boyfriend,
But I have no net to land in.
And no one to hold me until the end.
A queen has her man beside her,
Sitting upon the throne.
But I am destined, for sure,
To spend my eternity alone.

Not a single living soul,
Is willingly mine,
All the hearts that I stole,
Mine so sweet, as to not be my valentine.

If I am to spend my life alone,
How long should I wait?
For my heart to turn to stone,
Or for my desires to satiate.

A Woman has her husband,
But what does that leave me?
Unfortunately, time has run out of sand,
An empty life, for me, as far as my eyes can see.
Go away, I’ll hiss to you
Leave me alone and in peace, I’m ******
To curl up in my fetal corner
To fade away with father time.
You and I are a starry match.
Astronomers throughout the ages have known why.
According to them, you are quite the catch
You are my darling Gemini.

We are both always on the move,
We both have multiple personalities,
We two are like a bump and a groove.
We both hate being brought down to a fake reality.

A great match, deep down at heart.
You and me, Gemini and Sagittarius,
It’s a fantastic start.
The only thing better is a ****** Aquarius.

Oh, why did the angels cry?
We are meant to be, you and I.
From the heavens, we hear the exasperated sigh.
We are meant to be, my loving sweet Gemini.
The moon is like a giant night light.
A phosphorescent, glowing medallion shining bright.
A silent, silver reminder of out fright.
A burning planetary accessory, eternally in the night.
He speaks to me in the cold of the night
Always telling me what to do
Telling me what is right
And laughing, laughing, laughing at you, you, and you

He talks to me in the light heat of day
Whispering nothings into my ear
The right things to say
That no one else can hear

He says to me in the warmth of twilight
“I love you Kroix, you are mine.”
But gone is he to everyone but of my sight
This thread of insanity is becoming a thinner line

His voice to me in the cool of dawn
Wraps me in a cloud
I carry with me my spirits loving spawn
Waking me up with out a sound
People, people, what have you to say,
In response to your naïve, ignorant way.

How many times does Mother Earth,
Have to teach you your lesson, and retract her Mirth

Why don’t you listen to Father Sky?
Your contraptions are causing him to say “Goodbye.”

You cannot recognize that Brother Water,
Is leaving from us, farther and farther.

Sister Willow, she very plainly weeps.
Her drooping, graceful leave have fallen to eternal sleep.

It’s our life, our own precious home we choose to ****.
Universal tears weep, if we had only followed natures will.
The saying goes a little like this,
Take everything with a grain of salt.
The meaning is hard to miss.
But what they don't know, is that it wasn't my fault.

To accept but maintain
A degree of skepticism about its truth.
The line is a long misunderstood train.
But when over-used, the meaning is moot.
You are no more here
Than I am there.
Keep the red bugs for yourself.
I don't want to be there
Trapped in this plaster box.
I have the key,
I just need to learn how to use it.
Freedom has its price,
One that puts us in chains.
I would rather be roaming the world,
Releasing inexplicable emotion,
Feeling the rawness of humanity.
To see it at its best and its worst.
But where i am, my keeper wont let
The worst come and teach me a lesson.
Torture ahead, I see my child
Into my crystal ball, I do
I see the grim my child
Quickly, fast, go run home
I don’t want to feel
I don’t want to know what is real
There is no reason to conceal
It is all so surreal
It is all so beautifully unreal
I like it that way
And no, you don’t have a say
Keep your opinions at bay
My life is not for you to display
I will not take this or obey
I am happy the way that I am
Isn’t that enough for you
Do you have to make me suffer too?
Along with you and you and you
This is all I ever knew
I swear it’s true
You say I can’t be happy the way I am
But I beg to differ and say I can
I refuse to be your preliminary exam
Because quite frankly I don’t give a ****
Don’t you see what you put me through?
I am worthy of this taboo
What say you?
Because I say “Adieu”
A treasure much more precious than gold.
Take her in your arms,
And carry her across the threshold.

This magical, unpredictable night.
Anything can happen.
Two bound lovers, take their first full flight.

If done properly, and by God it should,
It should only hurt her a little.
And after that it feels really good.

Body and law, can finally intertwine,
A tangle of bed sheets.
Something this great, it’s only a sign.

You know you are never going to sleep.
But you will bump the stars.
This is a memory you will always keep.

Finally, when exhaustion takes over.
Last thing you do is kiss her.
To you, she is as sweet as honey clover.

After the fireworks cease and desist.
And eventually they will.
You have your spouse, to forever help and assist.
Sitting’ in this green field,
And feeling the wind in my hair.
I watch the breeze sway the trees
And I watch the traffic go by.
I can hear every detail sailing
Through the clear late spring air.
The bird calls to its lover,
And the trains rumble silently by.
And I think to myself…
Wondering what kind of person
I know I could share this exact moment with.
And he felt, heard, and saw everything I did
Just with different vision.
The only thing that is the same
Is the love filling the air
Around us.
Hush, my baby.
With silence, comes a power.
Hush, for you, there might be a someday, maybe.
With silence, the men will cower.

Be still, my child.
With stillness, comes desire.
Be still, do not release the wild.
With stillness, you shall rule an empire.

Be smart, my love.
With wisdom, comes control.
Be smart, resemble the sleeping dove.
With wisdom, all the queens’ men shall enroll.

Be stunning, my girl.
With beauty, comes a price.
Be stunning, you will send them in a whirl.
With beauty, you will set there hearts in ice.

Hush, my woman.
With patience, potential will level with pace.
Hush, the Saxons are comin’.
With patience, you can never live to see grace.
It’s not unknown, I’m not perfect.
And I doubt I am the only suspect.

Yes, when it comes down to, I’m a little fat.
Take this stand with others; we can’t have any of that.

Down to the nitty gritty,
I’m not all that pretty.

And I guess when you start to think,
My words all come out in an eyes blink.

Apparently, I am much too straightforward.
It’s better than sullen, sour peevish and forward.

I’m told I'm much to cynical,
It’s not my pedestal, nor my pinnacle.

I’m definitely not that girl,
Who in her hair has that perfect curl?

But in all my imperfection, there is purity.
Just don’t make me call the security.
Don’t let me sleep
It’s all I pray of you
Don’t let the monsters
Come back to scream and weep
In my ear
Just please don’t let me sleep

If you do, it all comes back
The screaming, the pleading
My hell, everything’s going black
All in my web of insomnia
Of my insanity

My sanity or lack thereof
Was a short trip to lose?
It only could have been
A simple year or two
That’s my insomnia of insanity

Tricked by the light
Let loose in the night
I have to shay away from
All that is and will be bright

Calling me yours
Was your last mistake
And now look at me
I’m a wreck
I’m about to break

I could say it was all you
But that would not be fair
No, all of you are to blame
And I will pass my judgment
On all of you

Killing me softly
Killing me you’ll see
Is what has brought
On my insomnia
Of insanity

And now you lay me
Down to sleep
That little white pill
Taking effect
Chained to a bed
Shrouded in white

For this, no,
This time I might not wake up
I stand corrected,
In the way of being right.
I think my ways have been edited,
So I could see the light.

Why didn’t I see it before?
I wonder, was I so blind?
The crowd around me,
They didn’t seem to mind.

But then someone named stranger
Dared to tell me I was wrong.
It just makes me wonder,
If I have been doing this for very long.
A mournful air beyond the fog,
Death can meet among the poisonous rubes,
Beyond the trees and past the deformed log.

The Knight in Shining Armor comes to save the day.
Bearing healing potions from afar in pewter tubes,
But he is much too late; the Fool has already faded away.

His tears are many, for the loss of a brother,
They are heavy and murky against the dreamscape.
Now for his revenge, he seeks a strange other.

On his new, and strangely enlightened quest,
He feels transparent ghouls kissing his nape
Little does he know it is the sign of a Witches test.

Maneuvering among the empty placed grave,
He keeps his hopes on a looming tower.
He approaches his becoming of an honest knave.

He must be quick and tighten his saddle,
Because a pursuing evil is a deadly power,
And this Knight in Armor must be ready for battle.

The danger of our Knight is not known to man.
To survive, the he must unlearn his past.
This evil he faces is formulating a plan.

The towers close in as he passes their gates.
A spicy chill, creeps up the Knights spine,
And he finally grasps the terror of what awaits.

Inside his mind, he questions going back.
But dismisses the though as a man on wine.
He secretly knows this creature is on his track.

As he pushes himself onward,
He reminisces on his brother, and his life.
The only defining thought for him is froward.

He takes his final turn around the final corridor,
Quick on his feet and ready with his knife.
At first sight, he though his vision must have been poor.

A woman whose beauty surpassed any he had ever seen,
Stood with her naked eyes set firmly on him.
This was the witch who had killed all he had been.

Unable to take the life of any woman,
The soldier took a last and final look
And plunged the knife into his abdomen.

The beautiful witch had won yet another soul,
She knew why it was his life she took.
Never mind the Fool, the Knight had been her goal.
I have got to make it tomorrow.
I must know what happens next
I don't like to be out of the loop
I am always in the life of the party
And if something happens tomorrow
And I am not there, I don't know
What I will do. I might die.
Everything is large when you look at right.
The right angle of perspective doesn’t make it right.

Atonement is beyond your grasp.
Colorful sins creep by your gaze like an Asp.

You eat the mud the fool told you would heal.
But just because the fool says, doesn’t make it real.

It’s all evil over the trees, says the wrong God.
You breed living water, and call it a façade.

It’s all too bizarre, the though will never end.
It is your life, but is for others to condescend.

It is always in the night, the living water haunts.
It wasn’t God or foe that did this, but it is what you flaunt.

From which dreams will you choose to portray,
The God you though you had, never went away.
When people look at me.
I realize they might scream.
People don’t like me.
Because I’m not like them.
Just because I’m different.
Just because I’m not a wannabe.
I’m just a gonnabe.
I have a future
And they don’t.
But why do they laugh at me so.
I know I'm not gorgeous.
Or popular or skinny either.
I don’t have those classic features.
Just don’t laugh at me.
What an unseemly sight, these forests of the night.
While the wolves bay, the watchman will say,
“What an unseemly sight, these forests of the night.”

For dawn is hours to come, yes its frightening to some.
The watchman told you, he said, to check your closet before bed.
For dawn is hours to come, yes its frightening to some.
When I pass by a reflective glass,
I turn my gaze to the floor.
When I walk past a fateful mirror, I ask,
“Good God, please Lord, show me no more.”

But this day, I met a man,
Handling the thing I hate the most,
With kind young eyes, scarred over hands,
And a smile and a frown playing on his lips.

I think he noticed my downcast glare,
He lifted my chin,
And took mine in his own two pair.
He turned me ‘round to face my sin.

My gaze burned back,
Deep down inside my head.
My mental train losing its track.
This comely, well meaning man, to me he said,

“Sweet woman, why do you cry?
At an image so inspiring, illuminating.
You must tell me why,
When you should be smiling, yet you are weeping.

You might have tears in your eyes
And the heaviest lead in your heart,
But you have the beauty woman despise,
Ill show you what I’m talking about, just to start.

With eyes of ice blue, and sometimes emerald,
And soft full moon lips,
The hair of the angel’s herald,
Perfection in your curves, the contour of your hips.

Don’t let anyone tell you different,
For snide remarks will be plentiful,
Something as good as you can only be heaven sent,
‘Cause Lordy, good God, woman. You are BEAUTIFUL.”
So many things can happen in a moment.
Just this moment, someone died.
But someone was also born.
In the blink of an eye,
Some star we know naught of,
Exploded and sent showers of
Beautiful deadly comets around the universe.
But we wouldn’t know.
Because in this moment.
We were caught up in ourselves,
Or this poem,
Describing this very moment.
Over the past few years,
I have scanned the horizon for your eyes
I have shed many tears.
Feeling like my soul would never rise.

Over the past few years,
I have craved and felt for you too.
I have shed many tears.
I swear Giovanni; I will give my life to you.

You are the only one,
For whom I will sign,
A grim pen of golden sun,
Upon a black, dotted line.

I will sell my soul,
If I can only add one request,
The room goes cold,
When I ask you for the kiss of death.

I was only a child,
When you haunted my dreams.
The sound of your voice drove me wild.
Nothing is as it seems.

I felt for you beyond my years.
Why did you leave me, Love?
You granted me all my living fears.
For you, I went beyond and above.

Why did you leave me Dear?
Was it because I asked,
For you to be truly near,
Or for your pale haunting mask.

I was only a tender age of ten,
And only a while you stayed, my love.
I remember it well, just as I did then.
My memory just needs a slight shove.

Your teeth were sharp like knives,
Your lips and skin, cold as ice.
So often you threatened our lives.
A simple explanation would have to suffice.

I still felt close to you,
Your height intimidating me so.
Together, we were never through.
Despite the pain, I never wanted you to go.

In the labyrinth of my dreams,
You pushed me through my life.
It was more than a few hours it seems.
All the memories lost in strife.

My places of inner hurt, and pain,
Healed instantly by your sweet kisses.
Your voice to me was soft like rain.
She aims, she shoots, and she misses.

But alas, I guess you had to go.
You left without a word,
After I begged you so,
But you must have not heard.

Taking my life with yours,
Would have been easy for someone like you,
The pain we both bore
Everything we knew then was nothing new.

My days seem darker and shorter.
I can already tell what’s going to happen next
You left me, and I know you will leave her.
Your raw appetite, for a ******’s neck.

My phantom of the night,
I hear the music, in which I lie,
I a most unseemly sight.
This is why I hate saying goodbye.

Drown me, in all of my misery,
I pray my darling dear.
Come back to me, my dear Giovanni.
I fear life, when you are not here.

If and when you do,
I can assuredly make you a promise.
I will get down on my knees and beg for you.
Teach me your ways, I am no longer a novice.

I can beg your forgiveness,
I can try to sate your desire.
I can do what I can do to impress,
My dear, loving insomnia sire.

A thirst for fire, deep in my soul.
But how black and red can your own soul get?
I have been almost lifeless and cold,
From the moment we met,

Feelings I have cannot be described,
You will have to come back to figure them out.
I realize you cannot be bribed,
But don’t make me shout!

I’m back and you haunt my eyes and my pen,
Why did it have to be this way?
What did I do to you? I don’t ken.
I now refuse to do exactly as you say.

I sometimes forget,
That you are a figment of my imagination.
You are me, to you I did beget.
Who was wrong to think you were my salvation.

Denial is a *****,
Because I know that you are real,
You are in the back of my mind like an itch.
I know it is my sanity that you are trying to steal.

I see you out of the corners of my eyes.
I feel your presence constantly
I know my soul is your prize.
And you insist on having it, quite belligerently.

Come back to me my love
It’s all I beg of you
Please I plead
Because I need you
It’s the burden I bear.
It’s the cross I always wear.

It’s a secret I can never tell.
It’s a feeling that only I know quite well.

It’s a black mar upon my soul.
It’s the epitome of a hopeless goal.

It’s the eternal fear I harbor.
It’s pushing me back into hell, even farther.

It’s that that thing my conscience advises me against.
But now I know I have to suffer my penance.

It’s something quite similar to a cancerous disease.
It’s the way I feel, all the pent up unease.

Its just like the cancer, there is no cure.
Well, maybe the words of a little girl so pure.
An old child once asked me
“How is your heart, my friend?”
How was I to say?
That it was broken to pieces that very day
By a secret gone away
Sunsets slowly set in the sunny sordid setting.
The moon makes many maidens mourn and weep for their mothers.
Colorful characters caress their Childs cradle.
New Orleans never knew the naughty things of the night.
To be defined as
Conforming to standard
To be just like any other *******
This is what is to be pandered
The good name ‘Unique’ is slandered
To be gerrymandered,
Nonstandard, and substandard

To be normal?

Referring to the common type
To understand ordinary hype
To be stereotyped
To have a good reason to gripe

To be normal?

To be defined as only average
To live in societies cage
To suffer such rage
Looking for love on an empty page
Missing out on a golden age

To be normal?

Bound in law isn’t free
Conforming to minor guarantee
To pay life’s admission fee
If I were you, the joke is on me
Normal isn’t what you should be
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