We are the disease of this world
Is this notion accepted
We a plague to the trees
the air, the sea
Yet some still contest this.
The beauty of the world
Is now captured in paintings and cages
We a plague to this world
These words now singed to this pages....

Have you ever heard the music so loud,
It's  reach touches your soul
When every fiber is calling for you to singe your emotions on these pages, or you will implode
I feel so daily,
An avelanch of icy feelings I hold
Emotions snowy and so cold
The feeling seeping from this pen comes from deep within my soul
Writing is the only way to be saved or consoled
It rips me completely, my emotions some times in anger show
When will I learn to let go
Will I ever find my life's flow
I really don’t care about these drones,
They follow poetry,
like it supposedly set in stone
Just look how I’ve grown
I’m speaking to you,
I bet you still won’t get my tone
Am I mad, Not even close
Just remember who’s words this is,
As I alone will atone
For all the sins I’m breaking…writing this particular poem.

Candlelight flickers
You rest your hand in mine
You whisper you love me
My Angels words divine
I get lost in your eyes
Reflection of a better me
Our souls in love entwined
They say love is blind
All I see is you
In heaven, our union must have been designed


We kiss
There is no sweeter lips
Honey coated
I now know eternal bliss

This promise I make
Forever we will be
Eternity,
I loved you in past lives
So this promise I will keep
I love you eternally
Forever,
Even when our souls get reaped
This moment,
Our lives has begun
There is nothing else,
Our hearts now beat as one

I use my pen to get rid of this overwhelming frustration….
When my life feel lost with no direction.
I call out but all that silence is the answer….
It really looks like I’m backed in a corner.
This is really when I’m truly at my truest…
Even when the whole world is acting stupid…
I’ll fight till I die!!
If not for me, then for my family’s pride...
So I’ll fight till I die as I said before….
A true champion I am …right to the core.
Don’t stress or don’t run or even make a fuss…
I’m rhyming aren’t I …without having to cuss.
So sit back relax I swear I’ll make it to the moon…
Without any help it looks like…I’ll still be there soon.
At the top I’ll look down to scurrying ants…
I’m up here I’ll call …just listen to their chants.
In my head it comes loud a voice screaming you fool,
Just chillax!... This dark time will be over soon.
To those reading and think this is not tough…
You try telling a story that rhymes with like...stuff…
This is a skill so why try and act buff.
I’ll slay your thoughts with my written rhyme….
I challenge you …no dare you… to give this a try….
When you fail remember what I said….. This is not easy, just ask the demons inside my head.

Caught in the four walls within my mind
Where only the dark reside
Im boxed in, squared up
Answers evading questions
Only to my heart it confide

...........Secrets and lies......

Poetry - is subjective. We all love the ride, we just have different vehicles to enjoy the ride with. So let's respect the poets art. It's his craft, we just a passenger enjoying the journey.

Emotions, a started chainsaw
For this life
There is no exit door
This shadowed darkness
I still feel deeply raw
They all think that I’m flawed
Aren’t we all
Down to our perfect core
Going to war
Fighting with loved ones
To settle a score
It makes me really sore
For what,
Maybe it’s because we are bored..

With our lives
This life’s not divine
My pen leaks the tears of the world
I see it cry
The tears flowing from this pen
Again
Is me releasing my frustration
So I learn to stop hating
….everything