Embrace change,
Welcome the weird
And invite in the strange.
Nothing to fear,
But what that yet
We don't understand.
Nothing to fear
But the feeling;
That we have still yet to comprehend.

By Arcassin Burnham

Strawberry fields forever,
But those old fruit just rot,
In a world so so **** messed-up like man you gotta give it all you got,
The pressures on,
Make sure you don't have tired feet in a giant race we call humans so don't front,
We all get irritated and angry and put on fronts,
So why give your time to someone that's gonna take the clock and Bangs the batteries out of it and make you lose track,
Now head back to the race of life,
Only you decide,
If you wanna die in vain or be liberated,
If your the type,
Or fight your urges and change your life,
It's not hard,  you just got to get your views just right,
I'm sorry but where the **** were you when I got in fights?
Where were you when I got kicked out of my mother house and I had no lights?
Where were you when I was being isolated and all the kids hated and broke my concentration and anxiety had a hold on me bad and,
Everything in this world just make me sad man,
They throwing all of my pride up in the trash can,
But this all just to be a man,
And looking to the most high,  now I understand.

put all insecurities aside for the heir.
‎this world ain't just what it seems,
‎We all have to care,
‎The racists,the fakes,the satanists,
‎we'll leave you all there,
‎We will all risk our lives everyday,
‎The rapture will be here,

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute...


Concentrate,
Accelerate,
Don't situate your bodies body.
Your soul.
You better meditate,
And educate,
Just liberate your bodies body.
Behold.
Concentrate,
Accelerate,
Don't situate your bodies body.
Your soul.
You better meditate,
And educate,
Just liberate your bodies body.
Behold.

put all insecurities aside for the heir.
‎this world ain't just what it seems,
‎We all have to care,
‎The racists,the fakes,the satanists,
‎we'll leave you all there,
‎We will all risk our lives everyday,
‎The rapture will be here,

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.

Dos.

like an old used
dish towel tossed aside
like nothing at all
just hanging there
waiting to fall
stripped from love
rinsed with pain
absorbing the hurt
out comes the rain
what happened to just
leave me behind
there is no answer
to comprehend this
residue I find

my thoughts aren't always sublime
my grammar could be right or wrong
trapping my mind; forming a block
where the words might be hard to find
a notebook in my pocket; a pen in my hand
always seeing everything so inspiring
sometimes others can't seem to comprehend
leaving wet ink to dry on my finger tips
dreaming, thinking, jotting down the thoughts
that's conquering my mind trying to escape my lips
being who I am I make writing an everyday task
for there seems to always be something on my mind
to write or not to write is the question to ask

once treasured like a gem strong and free
withered and withdrawn now like a falling tree

I arise to seek the questions as to why
this once sparkling gem is becoming so wry

my heart can endure love; upset it cant take
but overdose it with pain it will soon break

my mind holds thoughts that no one can comprehend
my heart holds feelings that only I can understand

I am my own trapped prisoner struggling to break free
yet the fragile woman I am can break in two so easily

buried deep in both hopes and fears
a locked door hides all my falling tears

anger its biting every bit of my pondering soul
causing me to loose the shape of my whole