So lovely
Oh no! Where did those rocks come from?
We’re going to crash! Take evasive action . . .”
Siren
Sing to me
Again
Unleashing passions in me
Thought long ago released
Stirring up emotions in me
Thought long ago deceased
My siren of resurrection
Bringing about emotional insurrection
This shouldn’t be happening
It seems so unreal
But I love the way
You make me feel!
Sing to me
Again.
“Have your cake and eat it too?
No, no, no!
Naughty, naughty!”
Discontent
I’m very happy I met her
I’m very sorry I met her
I’m happy I spoke to her
I never should have said a word to her
Isn’t it funny that the only hope for happiness
In my life
Lies within the embrace of
Another man’s wife?
“There are some experiences that are worth living over and over again
Fortunately we have memories”
Yesterday
Yesterday
I felt as if the world was mine
Felt passion so sensual, so divine
Living a life that should be lived by
Only the most deserved of men
Experiencing pleasure again and again
Yesterday
My emotions were racing wild
Emanating with the innocence of a newborn child
My heart was pounding quite heavily within my chest
My heart reigned among romances greats; Lord Byron, Shakespeare
Among the best
Yesterday
Was everything I experienced real?
Or am I destined to develop wounds that will never heal?
How long will these feelings I have last?
Or are they ordained to, once more, collect dust in my past?
Today
I feel good because of
Yesterday
Tomorrow
I’ll worry about, sometime later
But not now.
Hardship
The challenges in life we must face
The pain, as a result, we cannot erase . . .
“Do I go to the left?
Or to the right?”
Path
Where do I go now
Which path do I take
What a horrible feeling
Finding out that I’m mediocre
I have no life to give
Because I’m living a lie
I have no life to take
Because I’m afraid to die
I hate my life—Oh I forgot
What life!
So comfortable, yet
So hard
I seem to move forward an inch
Only to plummet back a yard!
“Are we so much different from our forefathers?
From our founding fathers?
Sad to say but
I think so”
Elián
What are you willing to die for?
Give your life in return for?
Maybe your country
The land of your birth
Is the quest for its freedom
Your life’s worth?
Would you fight for the right
For your children to be free?
Or would you turn and run away
Live to fight another day
To somewhere else, maybe overseas?
Why should I die, risk my health
My new opportunities, my new found wealth?
When my child can be free at someone else’s expense?
Something to think about? God bless America!!
“For every attempt we make in life we put ourselves at risk
Of being disappointed
So what do we do, stop trying?
No!”
Drain
How many times can one take
Disappointments drain?
What’s left inside after being let down
Again and again?
Sooner or later I imagine time will take its toll
Then only a cold lifeless shell of a man will remain
I can’t think right now, it hurts too much.
“You can’t usually tell what a person’s life is like
By their outward appearance
What situations they’re going through
Please be patient”
Drive
I met another one today
She had a wonderfully strong demeanor
I could see drive and determination in her
Another mother left to fend on her own, by herself
Another wife abandoned, thrown to the elements
Without any help
Battered, bruised
With nothing left to lose
Betrayed by the one who promised
To have and to hold
Now that story’s old . . .
She has to pick up the broken pieces
Her chance for a new life now increases
Another story begins anew.
“Is there a reason why we’re drawn to crowded places?
Why do we have to be with our so called friends?
Is there something we’re running away from?”
My Sovereignty, a dilemma
What will be the end result
Of this plight of the lonely?
Manic depression? Anti-social behavior? Suicide maybe?
What about psychosis, wouldn’t you inevitably
Lose touch with reality?
Well look at me
Tell me what you think
Do I seem to be PSYCHOTIC?
Do I appear to be in a panic?
Don’t wave around your conjectures as if you’re wielding a sword
Substantiate your opinions before uttering one word
YES I do find time to acquire objects of love, hate
While secretly needing to find someone with whom I can relate
But then I wouldn’t be able to thrive in this kingdom of self-pity
I’ve managed to create
Yes! This is my realm, I need nothing else to make me elate
Death to anyone who dares to topple my empire, who dares to
Desecrate!
So leave me be, I’ve earned this countenance I’ve attained.
I’m free of malice, hate, envy—HA! I HAVEN’T LOST, I’VE GAINED!
It will be a pleasure to keep away from this morbid world
Remain abstained
But what about love, happiness, tranquility, relationship
Without which we’ll all be deeply scarred, stained?
Just four words and the foundation of my dominion is already strained!
OK, I’ll think about it.
“What would you do if all your wants and desires were fulfilled?”
The Deciding Factor
Where were you
When I needed you?
When all my wants and desires
Cried out to you?
Please be near me
Embrace, envelope me
Every fiber of this body
Beckons to thee
I tho
ught you loved me
Or at least liked me
O, if only you would
Bring salvation to me
So close
Though safely out of reach
Please . . .
Don’t tease . . .
I beseech.
Faith
Please God don’t make my punishment too bad
For all these impure thoughts I have had . . .
“Happy thoughts, happy thoughts!
Just think happy thoughts . . .”
FOE
Depression, and thy cohort frustration
Thou art formidable foes
Thou shall not be victorious
Though once again I am as mallard
Brought down from the sky
I shall turn the other cheek
I shall not die!
“No matter how you behave towards others
Always be true to yourself”
Indifference
Come on
Get your act together
And do not give me your usual
Nonchalant answer “whatever”
You must try
Have you ever thought of quitting?
Never!
Did you just lie to me? Yes
Honest, but not too clever
Sometimes it’s better to lie
This isn’t one of those times however
Don’t let go of your hope, don’t ever!
“Wouldn’t it be nice to actually live
Than just to survive?”
Forever
I want to live forever
So what’s to keep me from getting together
With that ever after eternal bliss?
Fear
The incurable disease
The effective paralyzer
The sedate tranquilizer
It stops me from getting near
I won’t be able to go there.
“Some tasks just aren’t worth doing
No matter how much you get paid!”
Traitor
Look at you lying there
Dead!
Should I have been in your place
Should I have been the betrayer in your stead?
I would say that, at least
You’re in a happier place
But even in heaven you would
Have had to live in disgrace
I wonder how many realize that
If you did not betray
Millions of souls would probably be lost today
How painfully ironic because
Even if it is true
The label of traitor is eternally linked to you
To think, the dishonor also spills over to our names
It could have easily been “The Book of Judas”
Instead of the “Book of James”!
I’m sure Jesus isn’t angry with you
He knew what had to be done
The roll of betrayer had to be played by someone
That someone had to be you I suppose
What a horrible task for a person to be held responsible for
What a horrible task to impose
I’m sorry though, that it had to be you
Nevertheless, I’m happy to meet you
Go find peace in this darkness that never ends
I hope this will help your broken soul to mend
Another time, another place, we may have been good friends.
“After some decisions made
Wouldn’t it be nice if someone awoke you and
You realized it was all a bad dream?”
My Shame
30 pieces of silver
It wasn’t even gold
I threw the lamb to the wolves
To the enemy, his life I sold
My name will always be held in contempt
Or so I’ve been told
It’s getting so dark
I feel so cold
I’m sorry master, I should have done better
I shouldn’t have lied
I should have resisted the temptation
Or at least tried
30 pieces of silver
Even if it were gold
Could I have been more righteous?
Been more bold?
No, I’m sorry for what was done
I was misled
Look at my body, there
Lifeless, broken
I’m glad I’m dead.
“There is a God . . .”
Faith
Without faith it is impossible to please God
To the uninformed this might seem quite odd
How can you trust something you cannot touch
Something you cannot see?
Is it wise? It isn’t even clever
I might as well believe in whatever!
That’s a bit much
Even for me
Have faith in God
In God we trust
I have to acknowledge the present
A must!
But I’m supposed to disregard things as such
So what is the key?
“How can something so beautiful cause so much pain?
Look but don’t touch!”
The Rose
Oh the beauty!
My eyes doth see
Beauty created so perfectly
Be it a meadow or in a garden be
Who placed you there so lovingly?
Oh, the beauty
My eyes doth see
Beauty created so perfectly
So simple, so calm, please tell me
Can you be compared
To the Lily of the Valley?
Who was scorned, rejected, crucified but yet
Was beauty incarnate?
No, I say! Though leaved and thorned
Only in death will you be scorned!
In life you were adored, your beauty did show
Perhaps the triumph of the lily one day you will know
But until then, although I stand in awe
I can only lament on the beauty my eyes saw.
“No matter how much to the contrary it seems
We have a choice
I believe that the choices we make
Ultimately determine our fate”
Master of My Fate
Get outta here
Unruly
Unworthy
Junkie
Ever wavering
Ever un-giving
Life undisciplined
Servant of God!
Right!
Do you hear me?
Yes, but I listen not
Do you fear me?
Yes, but serve you I cannot
But you must or you’ll die
I know, I try
Days of progress destroyed
By one second’s lie
I love you still.
Anguish
How the ghosts of ‘what ifs’ or
‘What might have been’ continually haunt,
So conveniently explained, but why can’t we get
Everything we want?
“For most of us it’s easier to remain in our present horrible situations
Than to endure the pain of change
Change for a better life”
Taint
Look into my eyes
Go ahead
Look again
Do
you see the taint on my soul
Describe to me, tell me
What you see
How can I be made whole?
Look into my heart
Do you feel betrayed?
Tell me
Is it love or
Is it hate that’s conveyed
Or even worse . . .
Indifference
Should I have left
Even though I stayed?
Be good, why even try
When all this time I’m living a lie
Tell the truth.
“Sometimes nothing is more damaging or misleading
Than someone else’s perception of you
Try to be yourself”
Truth
Maybe what my mother said is right
Maybe I’m no better than a mangy dog
No cleaner than a filthy hog
Maybe she said it out of spite
Maybe what my mother said is right
Maybe the way I feel towards my father is wrong
Maybe like him I’m destined to become
Just another penniless, shameless bum
I try to be different, try to be strong
Maybe the way I feel towards my father is wrong
Maybe there’s a real reason why I feel like this
Maybe I was born to be used
To finally end up tossed aside like well worn shoes
Somebody put me on God’s sh*#t list
Maybe there’s a real reason why I feel like this.
Maybe crying isn’t so wrong
Maybe not if it helps to alleviate the pain
To remove from my soul this scarlet stain
It may be better than saying “so long”
Maybe crying isn’t so wrong.
“And today is the first day of the rest of your life!
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