I do not want much .
Material my soul could never touch.
I ask for little for free.
Air is faith that I can not see.
I have all I need.
Often I endulge in my own greed.
I get what I want.
My confidence arrogant.
I want like all the rest.
The choice to be at best!

SDPope

Seems my mouth has created again,
thoughts of passions and crimes of sin.

The very pleasures that play the keys
to all my desires and wish to be's,

have become our own prophecies!

It appears what it is however it is not,
still the ripples of anticipation run hot.

The aura surrounding is milky thick,
yet the arousal source was a mere pick,

purposeful and complex,  complete to  trick!

I must say that the approach was titillating,
engaging in delusions of our amusements waiting.

Seems the temptation is a mind boggle
the decision and time we continued to toggle.

The dissection to tamper at bits of the  soul  
and manage the passions, they stay in control.

SDPope

Only a true love can withstand. Able to outlast the desert sand. Completely in faith it is so real. Love must be effortless to feel. No words say enough truth of loving. Pain would give with it's rubbing. Minding pleasures so unspoken. Tiring not when even day has broken. The word itself lacks emphasis. True love knows pain in pure bliss. Knowingly a purpose unchanging. A love so true it is a rare thing.

SDPope

If this be another one,
Where I am wrong,
Then again there is only one thing to be done,
And file along.

Should I judge blindly,
Leaving me with shame,
Will the world leave these things behind me,
To rebuild face for my name.

Should I prove to be mad,
Having been here before,
Then I did not learn from what I’d had,
And shall be loved no more.

SDPope

He is the puppet master, that has
strung his strings through my
wooden hands, played fate in
my hollow days.

I am the puppet dancing to
every rhythm of it's somber tune,
playing psychic to his every wish.

I am the warrior, crying surrender
to me in my strongest days,
denying defeat after it's already
happened.

I am the warrior, oiling his guns
after using them on I-playing
slave in a world of freedom.

He is the ice burg that sank my
ship, when I almost reached
shore, teasing the land.

He is the mountain that blocks
my view of joy, blinding my
eye to know this.

Now I am the guilt in his
heart, playing nightmares in
his mind.

                                                                              SDPope

So many things have went wrong
and there's so many bad choices
there were signs there all along
as I ignored all the silent voices
to feel so afraid, now.

What life have I been dealt
not wanting to play this game
with every card I truly felt
and each time I lose the same
to feel so afraid, now.

There has to be a way to turn around
before I go on in this way
I have traveled close to the ground
praying for death every day
to feel so afraid, now.

SDPope

I could be here for you,
and would you be there for me,
The words you speak, I do,
and it took this long for you to see,
The time I spent unspent,
has no regrets on my own part,
You never ever said what you meant,
and I always spoke from the heart,
So now we may become far,
and you think that you might miss me,
Well, I will never forget who you are,
or the person you want to be.

SDPope

O, the retched, retched day, dreams have been shattered, oh delay.
What come of those fantasies, come away as soon as a misty day.
Oh, what seductive, seductive illusions, that played the keys to my amuseions. What come of the blessed tunes, come away as soon as confusions.
Oh, the retched, retched heart, lovers were not made to be so part.
What come of those pure lovers, come away as soon as the start.
Oh, what lonely, lonely soul, crimes of passion the devil has stole.
What come of those earthly desires, come away as an empty hole.
Oh, what retched, retched life, dreams that were shattered with strife.
What come of those happy years, come away as I was to be wife.

SDPope

I was born for misery in every way
When God came by I was fast asleep
when the devil spoke he said I was cheap
When opportunity knocked my door was hollow
when chances were given I insisted to borrow
When marathons were ran I broke my bone
when houses were given I lost my home
When life was produced, Lucinda was taken
when love was excepted, mine was foresakan
When intelligence was tested I was dumb
when reflexes were tried I became numb
When fathers were there mine was gone
when statistics were taken mine were wrong
I am born for misery in every way
When God speaks I do not hear
when the devil threatens I do not fear
When opportunity knocks I answer slow
when chances are given I never know
When marathons are ran I walk along the side
when projects get restless I run and hide
When inteligence is tested I do not study
when reflexes are tried, I am never ready
When first looking out I could not see
when then and now I was born for misery
SDPope

Acid Tongue Xpress how you must feel.
Allowing words rolled off you to heal.
Don't stop now when you think you are done
let the feeling take you where there is none.
You want to say more than likable but continue to let words get you into trouble.
Say what your mind has been holding
empty the space your anger has been molding.
More words of hurt will refill it
just keep on feeling what you will permit.
Speak, and don't hold back anymore
go on now your acid words have the floor.
Does it feel better when you speak
allowing the reciever to become weak?
So silence can not control this event
when every word said was truely meant.
Now the words have become lost
Our friendship of many years is all it cost.
SDPope

Patience as I wait for him,
he who waters my tears with the rain of sin.
Patience as I wait for his return from hell,
to tell me a story of where he's been.
In my world he can do no wrong,
playing tunes on my heart
that can be heard back an evil song,
sending whips through my brain,
leaving scars only to remain.
I bleed from my eyes because his look burns,
and it is the look of evil but I am unable to turn.
I am patient as I wait to cry more pain,
I am patient to hate,
he who has no name.
SDPope

I said it then and I say it now,
this world was never meant for, and is not for me.
I can not fall to the occasion, nor pretend to know how,
while I am here in this life, and succeed to be happy.
This is not a place for dreams,
there is no rest while among the restless wondering.
I do not know what is as it seems,
when these things I do not dream are not my things.

SDPope

I Am

I am here, which is there, and here, yet no where at all….

To be an entity for as short a period as light can travel there.

I am heard as fast as a message can reach the other phone…..

to be ignored without consideration or the slightest impulse to care.

I am…..I am…..I am…..I am…..what ever I do at last…..

To have been tossed like a rag doll in life to and then fro.

I am a mold of what never seemed to matter in my past

a product of invisible forces guiding me which way to go.

I am……….no more me than I was the last time I was…..

So when the next person asks me I will tell them to wait.

I am only here to see what being capable really does.



SDPope

It's blow after blow,
hit followed by hit,
this is not a show,
what you see is what you get,
each strike is heard,
the burn lasts long,
I know it's so obsurd,
the abuse feels so wrong,
things have got to give,
anything it doesn't matter,
just so that we can live,
everyday, a little less sadder,
now here are scars,
deep marks left by hatred,
as abundant and the stars,
and the lessons we must live with,
and I can not even form a judge,
based on a viewers reputation,
but if I linger a kind of grudge,
this that ***** will endure no end!!

SDPope

Walk with me to my house of pain, and I promise you 'll remember my name. It's dark in there without space to yell, my mind has become a cycle of hell.

Thought after thought goes bad instantly, someone left me that way to teach you my existant-c.
To rip out the heart that feeds my pain would be the day there is nothing left to gain.
My window to wisdom would be wisest to leave unrevealed, my deepest dept to my hell it has there been sealed.
I can not see the day when I will unmask, the beasty life that put me in this cast, sent me to my hell on earth took my-all it is worth...... I can never go back.
Walk with me down memory lane, you wont remember me the same. I used to smile and hope for tomorrow, now my days are filled with a bitter sweet sorrow.
Candy was sweet, lemons were sour, life was ripe upon every hour. Today is the dawn of a new genehell, with death and hate the only thing to sell.
I am the master of all your who, what, when, and where, I am the master of pain because I was put there;
Put there to show what many forget, good and evil within are not co-existant.

SDPope

Tonight I fight with my heart.
It longed for emotional bliss.
Tonight I divided those needs apart.
Separated my will from this.
I am all, and nothing more.
Yesturday I did endure.
Tomorrow, is not for sure.
So today, so tonight, I carry on.
Neither weak, nor strong.


SDPope

I am trapped, trapped to where I can't even see, every move I make becomes a tragedy
my minds expansion makes me little, so small that I am invisible to your social riddle
I want let loose, to smile at myself, but I am trapped in a state of health
my heart is sick and my soul is dying, my mind is spinning while my voice is crying:
Take me away from all this drama, God please, if you show me the way I will gladly leave
I am like that girl you see, who watches her life go by unpredictably, who wants to scream, who wants to awaken to see that life as it seems had only been an eternal dream.

SDPope

Aint it sad We lost whatever we had We have no right to be mad We have done
another so bad We should both be glad We could have tried just a tad Aint it sad We gave up on anything we had We gave every excuse to be mad We thought of ways to do another bad We both could never be glad We couldn't try even just a tad Aint it sad What we had Makes me mad We did so bad I am not at all glad We tried a tad Now I am sad Aint it bad Aint is sad? Whatever we had.

SDPope

In my mind, way back I am waiting for my fears to nock me off this track. Slowly I hurt, inside, Already I am looking for a safe haven to go and hide.
In my heart, deep down, There is a patient giving love that can not be ever found.
The soul is aging, in time, has known opening up to exist as an unnoticed crime. So now is here, demanding, while pain in me recieves help to keep expanding. No history lives, without, any affection having been taken away, to leave this doubt.
All I give truely, I posess, having little to endear, leaves my emotions a constant mess.
Others encourage, others, I have never seen any couples still happy to be lovers.
On my face, I cry, over and again my heart will believe the devils evil lie.
In my hands, dirt rest, where this life's love served me it's very best.

SDPope

There is to much going on over there.

Yet, it seems to be going on everywhere.

It hurts my heart to know of some things.

The separation of family and friends, it all brings.

The truth has gone so far from us.

There is no one left around, to believe or trust.

Today’s friend will become tomorrow’s foe.

Secrets will not allow for relationships to grow.

Tension lingers so thick it is still in the air.

It seems people have forgotten how to care.

The lies are making it easy to place blame.

And for some there is only the shame.

Priorities aren’t getting any attention.

Neglecting life over and over and over again.

My heart hurts for what I do see.

I wish this evil would just let us all be.

The hard reality is that it will never stop.

We’ll all stand around by, watching the bodies drop.

SDPope

All he sees is the dark rage,
and it has grown darker with his age,
He isn't much  different now,
yet it is like I don't know him somehow,
Though my heart does now ache,
it is of love, of it I make no mistake,
It is hard to watch the pain,
and see the hope in him lost to obtain,
All that we provided was but one light,
I'd watched it dim till gone with an absent fight,
Life can be so remarkable and gentle,
especially to a mind gone legally mental,
And it is scary now for us all,
The cries and the screams that echo the hall.

SDPope

Do not cry now you knew these days were coming get through some how, even if it means numbing it is to late, things are how they seem A world of hate theres no room to even dream you have no one, with nothing to endulge in there is no fun and nothing to ever begin still you must go like all who ever live forget what you know and just try to forgive.

SDPope

I did not notice the change,
as it was before me.
Although, the concept and its meaning are nothing strange,
I have come to terms with things as they are **** near forced to be.
I am not ready for this change.
Just when I thought,
and I realize that, that was where I should have known,
How soon I had forgot,
The things of this world, are not mine to own,
What now have I got,
But memories and another lesson,
which I’m hoping I wont need in my own defense,
cause things are not as they were back then,
so right now it may look like things don’t make sense,
Until things change again.

SDPope

I miss love so much,

I miss it as if I have lost my eyes,

and I am going numb to touch,

while withering away with my sighs,

is my breathe!

I am without a hope,

as if I seen what will be,

no longer managing to cope,

and slowly slipping from me,

is my breath!

I will not forgive again,

and my skin will stay cold,

and nothing will ever end,

with my last words when told,

is my breath!

I will sit in my bare skin,

as if I wear memory for dress,

feeling love as it had once been,

and with life that I live even less,

is my breath!

So death awaits near,

and the door is open always,

and i sit in skin without fear,

giving at last with my final days,

is my last breath!

SDPope