Oh me, oh my, even when I try I lose it all, I've never understood why Mind and heart ravaged but can't reciprocate, what happened to an eye for an eye? You plead for a win, I beg for a tomorrow, abused by karma without ever meeting the guy Every day I pray for one more opportunity to watch the sun traverse the sky If this is not allowed then please, before any enforcement, explain to me why...
Oh, world! Let me write! Let me sling my pen across the page Let me smash my fingers to the keys Make them shake and break and bleed "Its not easy being me" I will write on top of a mountain Write in the middle of a thundering wave Speak unspoken words to thin-bladed air Make my voice heard because "Theres no one like me" Let me essay the truth Let me stanza the lies Whatever you do Just help me now And let me write Until I ask you To stop.
Maybe I’m already dead Maybe I’m living with death Everything breaks down then works out Maybe I’m exchanged with Ying and Yang Guess I’ll find out • I browse through a book shelf I pick up on the words and dialect I put it down for I collect paragraphs For different subjects I never judge by the cover But this albums artwork speaks volumes The cashier hands over my change I walk through these bright exit doors The sunlight hits my eyes as they constrict They get fixed on a man with open hands • His jaundice eyes plead But money is not his need He's visiting in town He stems from Alabama His boots planted in my city With a dead flip phone With no way to his a-wayward home As he describes a street I’m not familiar with He walks against me He gets on his hands and knees As he is now actually pleading I say I will • Maybe I’m already dead Maybe I’m living with death Everything breaks down then works out Maybe I’m exchanged with Ying and Yang Guess I’ll find out
God, I ask of you beggingly, That if there ever shall Come a moment of this Life of mine’s when It abruptly ends before Its goal, Its soar, Before it’s vocation is greeted Properly in passion at The finish line...
Please, let Me Somehow linger, Endure, As inspiration, Wind of embracing Freedom, for all those Who would still need Me. May I accomplish my Mission this way, In the words/feelings/acts They don’t apprehend, For I am those. Let me guard them, Behold and Last in their eyes Or words Love The legacy I'll leave. Let me come as seeds Of greatness, planted On this Earth (in)directly.
One of my last future momenta
Of funeral thoughts N*1. A Messenger with a course to run. Because I’m here for what is beyond Me.
Don’t leave me for him. Don’t abandon our years of friendship for the man you just met. Don’t let him blind you to the extent I am invisible and deafen you to the degree my secrets no longer reach your ear. But I guess my plead is too soft and late to be heard. Because now I am here clinging on to my heart and tasting the salty tears that roll down my cheeks. I am here reminiscing all the memories we made the time only the two of us spent together. My heart aches with every message you ignore and every outing you ditch me for him. You are fading, our friendship is withering and my loneliness is just deepening. You are my everything but it seems I am no longer yours anymore. You’re my first, but it seems I am no longer yours. For your secrets never find a way to my ear and time in my life.