I choose compassion,
rather than the past;
acceptance,
rather than ignorance,
trust,
rather than anxiety,
and most importantly,
I choose love, instead of fear.

Tight frayed nerves
Agitation lives in my veins
The pain in my hands keeps me awake
Begging the dark to put me at ease
Pushing consciousness away
Please make it go away
Relieve my tight skin and stifled breath
Panic clenching my lungs in its fist

Those bouts of doubts

Don’t suppress them, address them.
Don’t speak to them, speak with them.
You can risk brushing away that stupid thought
That suggests you can get away with an
“I was misquoted.” expression,
When fleetingly acknowledging them at a convenient hour.
For you can’t pretend to
Not have heard your ‘inner’ voice,
Over and over again
Till the apparently feeble voice confronts you
In rebellion, from civil unrest –
Of voices oppressed,
Probably a yearning plea sprouting into
A voice that crosses all decibels.

Journey to the subconscious,
Do you dare,
Feel no scare,
The feeling,
You can't compare,
Snare,
Your way down,
Inside your own town,
They call it the devils' lair,
But that's the fear,
With your soul you can pair,
[Up]
So explorer - fear not,
Put your ego on the spot,
Shread the mind,
Feel the heart,
You're one of a kind,
[Unique - a beautiful freak]
Madness and stillness you'll find,
The rhythm and blues of spirit,
Yeah mad explorer - feel it,
The journey to the subconscious,
Time to focus;
[Let your soul loose]

~ z.s

two shots of
tequila
a splash of
campari
soco
tanqueray
kalua
amaretto
vermouthy
chambord
lime concentrate
peache schnap-ps
triple sec
cheap-*** *****
malibu
top it off with
soda water
sprite
drink until it's gone

Like morning and the night  
we are not so different you and I
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
fight each other till the day we die
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
the minds wanders it is destined
This stupid ****, sinking ships,
will they sink or learn to swim.
people ******* it becoming corporate
**** it in, it may be hard to swallow,
they want to throw it all away.
changes tides wash away twisted fate,
will it matter anyway.
will you sink, or learn to swim,
or knell like a slave on your knees,
pray to your god to wash it all away
in darkness and in light
you embrace the day yet fear the night
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
fight each other till the day we die
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
a crooked tree is all we got
the wretched of the planet
its nature to panic
but they all know best
find sanctuary and lay this to rest
is consciousness a soul
will we ever truly know
runaways rebel out of control
roaming the streets with no home
this is the country with rules of stone
wicked sinners go, and flames grow
your hanging on, just let go
learn to swim, or just float
This stupid ****, sinking ships,
ship lost with no guidance
in darkness and in light
we are not so different you and I
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
and all reality is put to the test

Were you born into wealth
As a lonely heir;
Are you rutted in poverty
And don't want to be there?

Did you emigrate,
And take your world with you;
Are you an immigrant,
And find one that fits you?

Were you born a she
That should be a he;
Do you feel the red shame?
Are you gifted,
Do you think you're insane?

Was your upbringing
In a scholar's home;
Did dear old Dad leave
You alone to go roam?
Should you blame Mommy's drinking
For your lack of get-go?

Did a brother abuse you
When you were young;
Did no one amuse you
At night with a song,
Or read bed-time stories,
Or say Good-night
With a hug?

Whether well-fed
Or well-read,
You've a future
Not used,
A conscious decision
To do what you choose.

Whatever the condition
Of your initial on-set,
Whatever's your story,
*It's not over yet.

"Why Am I Here?"

"Someone has to ponder that Question."

Obscure sounds
Reverberates
Flowing through
The silence
It’s an Enigma
Waking the
Sub-conscious
Beautiful sounds
Voices ethereal
Time seems to
Flow by you
You feel submerged
In the waves
Of each note