Here I stand
ready to take my last breath
from critics who have taken
me down
...
The journey for which I say hello
As I Stumble into uncharted melodies
In good times just to hear a heartbeat
When I close my eyes to see the skyline
...
Pacing around in circles
only to understand my true self
that has me feeling
my emotions from afar
...
A Boston Ballard
of sweet melodies
on a clear midnight
to ease the sorrows
...
The outlaw
sits upon the palace
along with the old general
everyone fussing about
...
An eye from the sky
and lullaby lyrics
Once upon a time
destined to grow
...
I'm crazy but not that crazy
When you look into my heart
with your smiles
Inside maddness
...
This life has now passed
inside my happiness
there stands nothing
My innocence has robbed me
...
Roses and Pearls
are the signs of the times
hidden into silence
but growing slow
...
The monster construct
what's inside
formed of liquid metal
The man who knew
...
The fool
holding the hat
for the farmer's daughter
has been invited to
...
On a August afternoon
written becomes
a fairly sad tale
of a certain lady
...
Fallen into depression
has me left
from the words of naysayers
I have no home
...
Slience Me
Here I stand
ready to take my last breath
from critics who have taken
me down
no matter what i say or do is never good enough
My words spills from my mouth
as blood rushes out
What is going on where
I'm no longer able to face reality
Only time shall tell as I
tick-tock
Goodbye......
Spiritual growth Brings out rewards Which gives you the strength To last in this eternal life That has heavily guarded you For a purpose of your worth...
Fearless Jesters has no name That beats to awaken All that is lost To be secluded From the dangers Of what shall be Made hollow And passed off As one.
Silence does not condemn The knowledge of The voiceless Only best kept secrets Remain hidden From the rest of the World As we shall be awaken To find truth
The prison of lost souls Condemns the wisdom To hold unto the madness Of slaying all which Has an attitude to spit Out darkness Which consumes the ugliness that rest Among there dying spirits And shallow bones...
The expression of thought To censor and contain The darkness to space out The silence to surround But will often produce in lyric The need to follow an Unknown logic...
FACED WITH THE PAIN OF HEARTACHE I BECOME THE VICTIM SLOWLY I KEEP SEARCHING WITHIN MYSELF OF HOW I MUST GO UPON MY JOURNEY THERE I SEE THE LOGIC OF MY ESTEEM AND MY WORDS SLOWLY ARRIVING OF MY SENTENCES I SHALL CONTINUE TO SEEK TRUTH AND NOT THAT OF LOGIC FOR I WILL NEVER BE TAKEN AS MISUNDERSTOOD
IS THERE ANY RESPECT TO NOT DECEIVE TO WHICH YOU HOLD ON TO LOST WORDS THAT SHALL DWELL WHAT OTHERS MAY CONQUER WHEN TRYING TO ABSORB THE KNOWLEDGE OF HIDDEN TRUTH SOME MAY STAY IN DARKNESS WHILE OTHERS ARE IN PLAIN SIGHT JUST TO BE SUBTRACTED AND DIVIDED AS JUST ANOTHER EX=FACTOR