All I ever wanted
all I ever found
Clouds of agony
soaking the ground
Rivers of pain
inside insane
Just because you limp
doesn't mean you're lame

Tell mama,
I'll be alright,
I'll do my best,
Keep my eye on the prize,

Tell mama,
I'll never let go,
Even when no one is there,
I'll do it on my own,

Tell mama,
I still dream the dream,
I won't let anything
come in between,

Tell mama,
To be proud and happy as she can be,
Tell mama,
I still got some fight in me,

Middle of nowhere,
she was drowning,
submerged in sea water,
near the shore,
feeling free and light,
making a wakeup call.

She never thought,
her end would be so soon,
Smiling at memory,
of her friends from childhood,
face after face,
playing like vedio of smiles.

She never knew,
how to miss someone,
someone that could,
bring her back to land,
land was something,
she really missed now.

slowly slipping of soul,
soul that was gift to her from god,
god! was something,
that never she believed on,
feeling of heat was now,
but it was too long.

She first time saw,
what her rude mom feels,
how sorry she was,
hating dutiful mom was rotten,
rotten were dream,
modeling was what she want.

standing beside past,
past was a minute ago,
minutes that she had,
had lashes waiting in hell,
hell was what she deserved,
right now everything she loved.

hard it was becoming to breathe,
breathe?,
souls don't need those,
those were moment realized,
their was ticking of clock,
then she suddenly woke.

A play unfolds in my mind each night
As two opposing forces fight for control
The nefarious darkness assembles its army of thoughts to lay siege upon the throne of light.
Reason fires down from the compassionate wall
As the guilt slithers its way to the top.
The loathing berates the beautiful moat until the trenches give way to a cleansing flood.
As dawn emerges the enemies call a cease fire...to replenish their armies for the twilight to come.

she sneezesas the breezes
carry the pollen to her nostrils

she  is small
and somewhat frail
but  when she sneezes
she creates more than breezes
she makes a gale

and the noise is like thunder
as her lungs do the rumba
all in order  to expell
the pollen from her being

her eyes cross
and fixate
on an ephemeral state
in order to calibrate
the legnth of the ah
in her ah-choo

sometimes it is
large and elongated
sometimes small delicate statacco
and then again it may be somewhere
in between the two

and after she sneezes and gales
and wheezes...she seems stunned
by the fuss and disharmony
she created by nasal cacophony

and in her daze, the taps
her nose and says quite clearly

good old faithful....
                           .....thar she blows

I am jealous
Because he is the poison
In your bloodstream

He is the darkness
That haunts you at 2 AM
When you're falling asleep

I wish to be the one
Who keeps you up at night
Making you think of ruined futures