Take A Different Path

When you look upon the life you've lived
Will you wish you could go back
Do all the things that you missed
And take a different path

Will the memories that you hold inside
Become a calming peace within
Or will the actions of your past
Make you want to start again

With all the things that you have done
Was more good done then bad
Was the life you lived one of love
A life you're glad you had

Dont look upon the life you lived
And wish you could go back
Do all the things that you love
Take a different path


Carl Joseph Roberts

As we wade into the drought
A hazy tide with hands of art
Soaking up peace
Graffiti kissing the walls
Craving normal folk
Whiskey oak spins your hemisphere
As we follow a gypsy road
The compass is weak and unsure
I stand on the brittle edge
With aspirations in my pocket
With a road of flowers and uncertainty ahead
But we sing folk music for the young
We savor the sound
Were full of heart and vitality
We get torn and misshaped
But we continue to dream about unity anyway

Life of a single man

Sometimes we *** in the shower
And we hardly ever make the bed
We clean ourselves with shampoo
Using the lather from our heads

At times we wear the same old socks
That we wore the day before
And dont even get us started
On how long jeans last on the floor

When the bed gets made we sleep on top
Then just straighten when we get up
And do we really need to wash the sheets
If our skin they do not touch

We drink milk from the carton
Eat fast food way to much
We have pizza pie for dinner
And eat leftovers when we get up

We want the house to look real clean
So there are rooms that we don't use
When we can write our name in dust
That's when we grab a broom

This is the life of a single man
We just do what we want to do
It is very hard for us to change
When we meet that someone new

So dont try to change us overnight
So far we have made it through
But if by chance we fall in love
We may just change for you

Carl Joseph Roberts

Hatefull eyes swallow hearts,
and dreams,
our eyes play tricks on us,
everthing is not what it seems,

The blue bird is lost in the forrest at night,
the lush green has died away,
the color of its feathers,
describe how i feel everyday,

The branches like broken bones stabbing out at you,
the fog covers my feet,
and steals my sight of the distant view,
it steals my sight,
ive always felt like ive never known where im going,
always felt in doubt,
no vision on how my future will play out.

Wonder what the worst is
that could happen to us
kids, as if we could wake
from the spell keeping us literally stuck in space
There's something you should know about me
I've been sleeping on floors for weeks
Or months or years it could be any
"The Past must die, so," I thought so I
Went to slice it, so I
Went to drown it, but
I've been sleeping on floors for weeks
And not because I've fallen again
Only one fall brought me kissing boards
"The Past must die, so," I thought so I
Willed my legs with will found
but cried and laid down
Whispers between splinters sound so sweet
I'll gladly grind my ears to hear and drip drops until my blood won't bleed
Wonder what the worst is
that could happen to us
kids, as if we could

The passion burns through my chest,
to write, to stay up till sun up,
without needed rest,
i don't see the sun rise often,
not many appreciate, its beauty,
forgotten,

A fast food breakfast,
the hot cakes with the sweet maple,
we feast, because the hours before we usually wake up,
is the only time it's available,

Now the sun is high,
and a deep sleep is near.
i wake up in the evening,
with thoughts unclear,
unsure on how to spend my night,
sit on the street by my lonesome
and watch the cars go by,

A corridor to soul is long and pure.
The path to the soul is narrow and rare.
At the top, there is a hanging rock face;
Bottom, a stormy, reckless wave race!
A right path leads to the depths of dark;
Left, is  end of your the voyage to embark;
Slowly, the right path descends into caves;
Left path takes you towards the evil waves;
A death never becomes the ultimate end;
Even birth of a baby is the natural trend!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI