Despite your self-assured sense
of retribution,
violence begetting violence
is no solution.
It's true, though satisfying
violence may yet be,
joy in crying and dying
is awful, you see.
Try understanding the cause
of bad behavior,
their reasons will give you pause;
teaching you'll favor.

There's a secret I try to keep
I hold it in but don't lose sleep
As stress grows high
I let it slide
No need for pity in my sight

I'm on my own but no one knows

I'm living by my new found creed
My heart surpassed its zenith speed
My eyes are dry
But still I cry
I guess I'll watch and wave good bye

I'm on my own but no one knows

My mind is set for a nose dive
Check my pulse I'm still alive
Turns my insides wild
But still I smile
Is that the point of sacrifice?

I'm on my own but no one knows

There's nothing here to steer me straight
No words to help decide my fate
I'm ready to leave
Without a belief
About to use up number nine

I'm on my own here I go

There's a door
In life
Its open to all
Who wish to walk through
It leads to happiness
And a better you
But to get to the other side
There's a decision to make
A choice to decide
Sometimes there's a sacrifice
Sometimes there's pain
But in life
Without losing there's no gain
It's give and take
It's love and loss
Just a random gamble
Gotta give the dice a toss
Because in the end
It's not what you had
Or the money you made
It's what in your heart
Even after your body fades
With every scary part
And every gory detail
Doing what feels right
Decides wether you win
Or fail

Walk through the door
Get to the other side
It's worth it all
Forget your **** pride
Choose happiness
And true morality
Nothing means more than family
Love and loyalty

What is perspective?
Perspective is the gift of feeling great
Like coffee after 8:00
And the curse of feeling like ****
Like the promotion you didn't get,
Perspective is however you want to perceive it
Good or bad
It's all a matter of how you look at it
And how you look at life
Either with joy in the sun
Or tears in the night

I wish thee vessel of thine blood n’ name*

Thou needs not worry of thy soul
Alas I am Young n’ heed none so dull

Shun my repertoire, superstitious square
Your margins seek to limit souls everywhere  

I wish thee, vessel of thine blood n’ name
A prosperous experience in which must be tame

For the world is wild, quiet, and strange
Alas never, for thou sake, let it be lame

I wish thee, vessel of thine blood n’ name
To respect thy labors n’ sweat in which I came

Stride for honest glory, never superficial fame
For such a falsie way is just a child’s gain

I beseech you, dare not fill my glass with shame
Live inspiring ahead, cease not to aim

The Proud chime of hearing thou blood’s name
Soon you and I shall reunite as one as the same

Come!
Distant Brother or Sister
Let’s dance n’ rest from God’s funny melodic game

sugar is how we got here

sprinkled on things
that were once plain
and thus made
so much sweeter

doused on the
painful qualms
of everyones stupid
life

poured on our
guilty pleasures
that keep us astray
from what we know

but sugar gives us cavities
rots our teeth
rots our soul
rots our world

There are such horrors a man can do.
Such troubles a man will know,
That when dawn brings blood and dew,
Those troubles a man will show.

When the sand blows freely and hot,
And the earth is dry and frail,
Those lives lost perhaps for naught,
will show cheeks a whiter shade of pale.

Now those dead lie still in the leeching sun,
While red lies leech the living,
For when great horrors are done in fun,
The men show no forgiving.

So speak none, but sing and chant,
and sleep none, but rhyme and rant,
For revolution rings in their hearts,
Believing bloodshed proves their parts.

They remember not the massacre today,
But the future; whose foundation they've laid,
For when they look back on such horrors, they will say:
The greater good is where lines blur from white to grey.