Will you walk this way
Will you leave open the door
Will you be more than just the reasons
that you implore

When you look inside
When will you separate the appriations
When will you part and devide
all the suppositions

"I am this today
  I am that tomorrow
  I am anything as long
  as it doesn't cause me sorrow"

"I am as fickle as the sun
  I am sunshine , sometimes storm
  I am the moon's false reflection
  that falls upon the praise that you adorn"

So who is it that walks through the door
So whose mask will you wear today
So who will fall for your insidious lies
that you so disrespectfully diplay

What a way !

As I fell upstairs
last evening
I don't know
why, i couldn't
Stand up straight,
but I wasn't drunk

I was crashing around,
like the lost soul
That I seem to have become
A ghost who lives
in between this life
And an early grave
Full of sorrow
Full of pain

An absence of dust
in an un-aired room
a shade against
the lighted window
at evening

I only pay attention to
My dreams now
However mundane
Or strange they are
My life is too full of hurting
to contemplate much

What has become of me?
I cannot say for
I do not know
Only that I am
Bereft of hope
And there are things
worse than death

I see others' living
and despair
That I will ever know
such things
Again.

Once more
Again
From the Dark
As the Sun Rises
I Find Myself
Alone but Surrounded
Surrendered but Proud
Shrouded in Hurt
But Open in Heart

This new Day
Comes at Last
To Warm my Cheeks
And Ease my Heart
Pain Fades
As Hope Rises
Perhaps this is as it
Is Meant to Be

I do not know
I am only a Man
But one looking at the Sun
And not the Ground
Muscles Relax
Tensions Ease
Resentments Fade Away
In Truth is Hope Born
God Bless the Rising Sun

I don't know why I go on anymore
My head's on the pillow
My brain's out the door
Crazy man, cell block 3 0 19
Shouting out nonsense
And blasphemy

I look to the West and it's lately a storm
I look to the West and it's lately a storm

People, oh people, why do you cry?
You see falling buildings
You think we'll all die
But look to your history
The reasons the ryhmes
Don't believe popular
And current lies

I look to the West and its lately a storm
I look to the West and its lately a storm

I don't trouble, no I don't want pain
But I don't want religion,
I think it's insane
I don't believe scriptures
I think it's all lies
The truth's in the look
In a new child's eyes

I look to West and it's lately a storm
I look to the west and it's lately a storm

I'll tell you as story,
She was different,
I'll tell you why,
She lost love and all hope,
She cries herself to sleep,
The heart can only beats,
To the hollow that it holds,
She doesn't have to cut herself,
Because the pain she feels are more permanent,
Like a disease slowly eating her up.


Let me tell you more,
She was surely different,
Her family was all fine,
Her parents are good,
They didn't have any money complications,
But she couldn't fit in,
Always a stranger to her own house,
A foreign place to which she calls home,
Telling her that she's just thinking too much,
And the problem was with herself.


I'm going to tell you more,
She was not like others,
She didn't cry or ask for help,
Not even for a little light for the day,
She held it all in,
Accepting all her hate for herself,
She expressed them in words that which is for no one to see,
She would lay wake on her bed all night thinking what was wrong,
Even when she sleeps; She was not free,
Her nightmares are equally worse.


I'll tell you her better part,
Or at least some part better,
She has her friends,
At one point she felt like she was in a group,
Like somehow there's a place that she could fit in,
But as time flies,
They started to know her,
And they didn't like it,
They started to hate,
Her so called friends would backstab her,
Even when she already has her back against the wall.


So there's nothing much to tell,
She just doesn't belong,
Being with her own mind,
Which she didn't understand herself,
Always trying to figure out what's wrong with her,
Looking out for the worst of everything.


-HIY

We believe in patience, we believe in time.

Let them wound us till it looks furs covering our body of pride,

To bow down to the very same ground that they spit on,

A gentleman is a patience wolf,

When we gathered enough, we would hunt them down one by one,

When the time is right, we still feast like the beast we are.

The sun breaks to countless stars to your reflection,

Almost like you're the source of light,

Your breeze swifts slowly in motion to your movement,

Captivating me every single time we crossed eyes,

So mesmerising yet none actually knows you,

What you've shown are calmness and grace,

At times you may be vigorous and impulsive,

Ramming down whoever tries to approach you,

To touch you is to feel both calamity and calmness,

You seem to show every bits of you,

But you've only shown your surface,

Yourself, is full of unnoticed wonders,

Even unknown dangers,

You are the ocean, and I find beauty in you.


-HIY

Your words pierced through us,

Like a clear glass splitting us worlds apart,

You are there right in front of me,

Yet you couldn't even hear me calling for you,

As tears shed your eyes,

You mouthed the three words I've been dying to hear,

Never had I smiled so widely yet felt sad at the same time.


-HIY