gifted is what they say to me
gifted at writing
gifted at math
gifted at reading
man i wish i cloud be you
really me
yes
gifted is my curse i am not gifted i am but a normal person

if the price of gifted is being depressed all the time anxiety attacks at 3 AM.
if being gifted is being on sleeping pills and anxiety pills
i want to return being gifted to high a price to pay

When I get cold and numb,
I hope sharp pain and warm
Smooth, sticky trickles
Will help me feel again.

...It never quite works.

Birthed and raised from once upon a time called the Morning Calm,
not to be confused by a place known as the Rising Sun.

Country echoed by Confucianism,
and imbued by philosophy of filial piety.

No one questioned the morals and ethics of elders,
No one would have questioned any nature of the father or mother!

A religion of zealous in family,
and pride in ancestry.

Older meant wiser,
And they can not do wrong.

Will not do wrong!
no wrong!

So that was the dawn of birth of our world,
Our teaching to obey until the bitter end!

Obeyed obeyed for the captain knew all,
fall into the bottomless pit for he knew it all.

Tortured from trusting,
And believing filial piety,
The only world we knew.

Falling falling the Titanic we were,
Trusting the captain,
We fell in a deeper hole.

Until we fell so deep,
And looking at rest of us free falling deeper,
Why were we falling with the captain?

Captain replied "Even if family moves away from a false foolish fear,
Carrying everything with the trust of the captain can carry even a Mountain!"

Is that what we were doing,
Carrying a false foolish fear,
Your fear, your mountain?

Is that what mother paid in price at the end,
Her blood for your mountain,
Your hole you are dragging us into?

From suffering I knew,
Grown from lies I knew,
You can only trust yourself!

Look at me now,
A man who will not share your mountain,
or hole that would of put us in an early grave.

I already buried my mother,
I will not follow your path,
I have grown from your rending.

I will forgive you,
I will love you,
But I became a man from your rending enough!

When we broke up, man I went crazy,
confused, sad, and sometimes even lazy
I listened to someone who was
"Supposedly" my friend. So I made
our relationship come to an end.
I've apologized and apologized and
you don't seem to care. So now
without you I feel so bare.
I've wrote notes and called on
the phone but at the end of
the day I'm still all alone.
You don't realize how bad I'm hurting.
Especially when all the guys come
around flirting! You're the one for
me I know in my heart. I feel
so empty when we are apart.
You haven't talked to me in what
seems like forever. Oh how I wish
we were back together. I've tired
and tried to get you back. You
were the one to keep me on track.
I know what I did was really wrong.
But PLEASE give me another chance
it's been so long!!
you have my heart locked by a chain
and the farther you walk the harder
the pain. Baby, I have paid a price
and I will also pay a fee. If only
you ever decide to come back to
ME!!!

Footsteps upon the ground
Of where past stood,
Trampled by the present and
Shamed upon by those who
Look upon beyond and
Bow heads
In shame,
For regrets
That transpired in those
First footsteps,
Once trod upon.
They were aged but still
Visible even though
The idea was trampled upon,
We must look back
Look at what transpired
A dream was built
Innocent
Blindness
Nightmare
Reality
But what was its price
Is it truly a dream
If so many paid for It
With those first footsteps
Can a footstep ever be erased..

And so they played they were
Innocent,
But the words in wood
They spoke In black mud
"Wood was"
"Wood is"
"Wood will end"
"Wood will become"
"What had began"
Fear runs fast in young eyes,
As to a father they did run
"Calm down little ones"
And in to woods he took
An instrument of destruction,
So upon wood he did
Hack,
Carve,
Splinter
Pieces now  layed upon the ground,
A splinter did puncture
His finger that bleed upon
Black mudded ground,  
And he dug at hated mud
For words to be seen,
"A splinter"
!Will seal the fate"
"And too wood will consume"
He looked upon the words
And glancing blows,
Now all was splintered
Covered in black mud,
Days had past
Night was calling,
He awoke startled, a burning
Sensation,
Looking where the splinter
Had punctured,  his
Finger unable to move,
Then as the nights did pass
More fingers fell to the numbness
Unable to move,
He awoke
Three nights past,
His hand discoloured
And a elbow locked, so much pain
The fingers now spread out angles were
Distorted,
Altered,
Contaminated,
As the stiffness spread
Arm and hand now
locked in this figure, not natural,
His skin did wrinkle
Not a colour that Is meant to be,
He though he would breath in his last
Outside he ran,
Bare feet did sprint, then for
"No reason"
His feet did stop
Pain seared through his
Appendages
He looked down in horror
Toes rooted to the ground
He reached up
"God what have you done"
And so the skin consumed wrinkled
Like bark his skin did
Manifest
Once only wrinkled
But more like bark from a tree
Wood was destroyed,
It warned in the wood
"Disrespect nature"
"And wood you become"
There is a new tree in the garden
The Mother looks upon this new
Leaved tree
"It looks like your dads face"
"Only just"
The child says,
There father was never seen
But he had paid the heavy price
For the words foretold,  
That wood will consume,
Sap leaks from the tree
Slowly it fell for many months to come
Always seeing but unable to move,
His family sheltered under the tree in
Summers,
Winter,
Rain,
They always kept dry
Under the tree,
And every so often,
A branch would move, to brush up
To be close to his *family.

Songs of courage
battle hymns and chants
Songs of defiance
echo in fortresses of stone
Wards woven in secret
to give the walls their strength
Lattices of power placed over the hearth
to keep it sound

But his misstep
led to the fall, and
his Ill-written runes
brought the towers down,
his world broke
in fire,  ruin ,pain and rage

There were no songs of safety
as the wards shattered that day,
for his arrogance and pride
the price had been paid
So The Hooded King wept
at the passing of an age.