She's a demon with red glowing blood shot eye's
If you catch a glimpse you'll want to die
There is a fire that reside deep inside
Smoke just rolls from up from her lips and nose
And setting on her shoulders is the blackest crows
In her hands she carries the deadest rose
She always lays it on the stoop
Of the nexts victim that she's gonna scoop
Everyday she gets more wise
By feeding on the children's cries
For wisdom God did forsake
For once upon a time she was just a snake
But she grew into human form to make us quake
But with the wailing and sorrow she inflicts
Her knowledge grows and children is what she picks
For their innocents is so pure
It leaves them with scars that for the rest of their lifes they must endure
And leaves them marked there is no cure
Her scars leave them shining like a beacon
And on their souls the other demons will be eaten

Once upon a time

There was an old king

Who used to worry

About one thing

'Surely one day

I will pass away!'



As many me advise

Among my sons

The wise

An  heir

Must take over

To govern

My subjects better.



Next to God,

To corporeal things

Who is above,

I want to check

The strength of

My sons' filial love.



Thus his sons he called

To “How much

do you love me? ”  respond.



Answered the elder

“I love you like honey

That has no parallels any!”

He won the warm laughter

Of his father.



“I love you like sugar

Could honey be any better?”

Answered the second

Thus a corner

He succeeded to cut

In his father's heart.



“I love you like a salt,

For there is no fault

As missing this ingredient

In any dish

We want to relish!”

Said the youngest

Proving the wisest.



“Come over here

Take over my throne

You are a king born!”



Replied the king

Feeling

From his heart

The lifting

Up of something!

The wisest thing my Grandma ever told me
Is take comfort in your misery
Because sometimes that's all your gonna see
Wonder if Grandma knew
Maybe she was trying to give me a clue

That it would be all that live had in store
I'd be ripped apart at the core
That I'd live in constant ashes
Dreams and hope dashes
On the rocks of eternal sorrow it always crashes

Someone clipped my wings
So I would never sing
Someone broke my heart
It now is only art
Someone broke my spirit
So in darkness I will live it

My Grandma so very wise
She knew I'd live through many lies
And rough times ahead of me lay
And still persist to this present day
And I hope from heaven Grandma can see
I take comfort in my misery

Waves be crashing on the rocks
Eagerly leveling it's play
Waves be born once again
Just like the other day

Don't struggle if it hits you
Or you'll drown
Be calm just like the sky
And it will treat you like it's own

Horizon is a myth, it's just to see
And never a place to be
Unlike the stars
But there you can never be

Ocean is one with one too many a name
It's just another storm, hence, so insane
Hold on tight it's going to be a rough one
And don't worry you'll get to see the sun

The Ocean is wise
it knows where to shore
Don't take it for granted
it can destroy you to the core

There's an ocean in you too
Which you don't know of
You'll figure it out soon
And won't be lost

she was strong
an she was bold
her words were as
pure as gold
her skin was young
but her tongue
was wise
and her eyes
were as beautiful as the skies
she was strong
and she was bold
and words were as pure as gold.

I find happiness within a confined box
No one from the outside world cares to knock
This box is to old an brittle
I'm
To wise,
To nimble
To peek out into the outside world

So I sit,
An crumble myself into a tight fit
In a fetal position
With toes tight
Reserved to only an inch
My face stuck in between my lap
My hands hugging my back

Pigeons swarming around my box
I constantly scream
There's not a soul to touch or take
For heaven is where my soul will take

If you stay in one place
with no burden on your shoulders
other than that of life
then you will live
slow and steady
some days hard
some days nice
no shame in that life

But if you travel
with a burden on your back
its weight
will draw you to others
they to will carry hardships
they wont share yours
but they will share theirs
and from their story
you can learn
you can learn much from them
the people who aren't scholars
they who aren't great men
who aren't great anything
who are the opposite
broken hurt and beaten
they who are bruised
though they aren't noble
they are wise
in only the way that a broken man can be wise

It is from them
more so than from books
that you can learn about the journey
that we call life