Stuck in a jail cell
"Up and Adam" You have to obey their rules Or no basic freedoms. No garden of Eden. No equality. No excuses. They own your space You wonder why that matters They suppress your dreams and passions Yet flaunt the same to aid in their suppression. Try the limited ways in which you can create or share your visions Not one person seems to see or enjoy artistic creations that you have worked with with limited resources to employ. They wouldn't do this to Picasso To: Aristotle However, this is the future. There you are Beating all the odds Your position stays the same Communications in question "Why must I always have a forgotten and unknown name?"
Cannot escape from this prison named Time
Determined outcomes mock me from other side of the bars I cannot live chained to my unmatched expectations
The sound of the clock ticking is like a countdown to the moment it all blows up in my face
It's drive and focus
Edge and flexibility finesse It's youth which fades Bulls On Parade And my curse midst blessing One of many things BEST my meaning, interesting As for one more year This old mortal Is king Forward any doubters Doubts trying to bring
Win once and they're happy. Twice and they're concerned. Three times and it's official, you are evil empire.
Always by side You’ve guarded my heart For so long I remember going busking With you Outside the supermarket And I dropped you at my feet And the homeless guy Smiling at me And when I went to that place The made bed And Red light The smiling girls And I sang Valerie And walked out Passed the guard Following me out Cigarette in the street We were all unmade And I still am You’ve guarded my heart I believe You said I’m worth a chance The gates open and close behind me Now I’m moving It’s time to use my feet Each other we’ll still see I’m going out into the world Make believe
Tilts her head to a simple side Just like a lover Her embrace and longing kiss Opening wider than a day is long And a night is alive With ease and gentleness alike Her hand comes to rest On my resting knee As I gently reach for a single moment Turned memory Which can be savored for eternity
A Girl Named Sunrise, daughter of mother nature. Dawn for short.
She said and shouted
She ordered to dismiss He tried to express She shocked her head Her smart was greater But her anger increases He had to go When she could know She ran after him to do To maintain and fix Her fault, but it becomes late Why we lose our gift Under honor ,is named
when one get the reasons and forgives the others fault, the world becomes good
It's a cocktail in which memory mixes with sensation and sound. To become even moreso drunk on you. In the remind of those moments once shared, in that certain, southern, American town.
Tomorrow is coming, like a train of iron on a track of steel and nothing can stop it. Nothing that is or ever will be derailed. Tomorrow is coming between friction and steel.
A Train Named Tomorrow
why hurricanes are named
after people, not things. - v.m
short start to a busy day