'The Meaning' Part.2 Poem by LOVE_AND HATE_ Lyle Ashwyn Holland

I can make mistakes,
Looking for a reason.
Or through dictionaries,
Searching for Meaning_

And I still won't be able to define you.
You opened my eyes too.
So how could I blind you.
I hope I can find you.
The same time that these rhymes do.
And when times are dark,
Our love will always shine through_

Yes, right through the evening.
And I hope you might feel the feeling.
Night or day on every season.
So you know your worth,
And what purpose the words serve,
Like the Word the pastor's preaching.
But if the choir or the crowd don't listen,
How could you still bother speaking? ...
Please ask the deacon_

So When you looking for yourself,
And can't find the reason.
Why are most guys cheating.
Maybe even...
Why you'd like to get even.
Because these young boys as men,
Left little women with kids again,
Like the despise their own seeds of semen_

Most spill the beans when you're drinking.
Yet the seeds you've seen only have weed in.
So you inhale till the smog you've been in.
Like the situation you perceive as demons.
You've placed a new mind state,
Where only blades can cause bleeding_

Losing the meaning of life has you sinking.
That you're never in sync with winning.
So Why do you dare to cry,
Why loved ones have to die,
While you are still breathing.
When so many pains are killing.
Instead of any of them relieving.
All you see is plenty grieving.
Because they're getting slaughtered,
So far as getting eaten.
Like some piece of chicken_

Even your beloved sees you're clinging...
Onto your last hope when its peaking.
So your high hopes has you reaching.
For some faith, because its leaving.
So you grip on,
Till it slips gone,
Like a banana peel that feels appealing.
But the pain you keep in.
Keeps on breaching...
Right through, has you pleading...
To God for mercy and freedom.
When you feel defeated,
To Keep all you've ever needed,
And the food for thought I'm feeding_

New thoughts has your soul leaking.
Why you still bother thinking.
So much that you wonder,
How a broken heart is still beating.
After suffering such a beating.
Its hard to find trust,
Or have something to believe in.
Come have a look at me baby,
Then I'll give you the meaning_