I fill my life with something to love
It makes me feel emptier
My thoughts become hyperactive
I don't hate myself

Why
What's missing
What am I doing wrong

There was an error
But it is unknown
How would I ever know
how to turn it back around
If I do not even know how it started

For it was hidden
Because they are afraid that I cannot bear the truth

Father- look to the sun for the  answers my boy.
Son-why would I ask for answers from something I can only follow.
Father -because it is big and strong and can pave your road.
Son- my road is paved, paved of uncertainties and challenges which I openly accept.
Father- why would you not take the road we all chose for generations? Why must you disobey?
Son- I've seen all the damage caused by being followers, your once clean roads are now my bumpy travels. The abuse and misuse of generations have made a once easy choice almost unbearable. I chose to make my own mistakes,  on my chosen path, to learn and teach my generation and our future it is o.k. to think and live for "you". I will never condone a life in the sunshines shadow.

Though I may soon forget I realize I must accept
That all you have and may be shall never be with me
Through these complex love game we played
I realized that above these we must not let our friendship be swayed

On the day
she turned to dust
she asked the wind
to be her friend
and it picked her up
and ran her
through the fingers
of it's hands
and it poured her
into pockets
and whispered
to hold on
and before the
church had emptied
they were gone..

The man with the gun is truly powerful.
The man with the pen will take your life.

You listened to me instead of your heart
the decisions inside tearing you apart
chasing me, instead of following your dreams
what was meant to be, isnt what it seems
running after me, by any means
selling my soul, buying into these schemes
bright lights, fancy car
blinding you from what you are
picking low hanging fruit,
instead of aiming for the stars
made my skys your limits
now you'll never see mars

I am afraid to hurt you,
But I am willing to do it
If you hurt me first.

So be careful, my friend
Or I will disect you
With my own emotion.

Poetry comes to us like a tear
And becomes our shadow!