Sunday, March 24, 2013

times

Is the spoon hot,
and the needle 
sharp,
let it be so
you and me can drift away,
I can hear you say
that the world is black,
things are coming down and,
it's upon your back,
yet your body shakes
you fade away,
and you close the shades,
hoping you won't see a new day,
but if I tried to do it,
I'd probably get some time,
yeah,
you might do it,
and you might lose your mind,
you got to hold on to your time,
till you break thru these times of trouble,
when you drop,
you talk when you're torn,
and the words get hard,
and the pull of death is close today,
so be careful love,
 they'll push you in,
So,
I'm fucking swinging,
singing my mother's song,
yeah, I know you're just playing,
baby,
but this road,
sometimes the road gets hard,
cause somebody left you out on the ledge,
what if somebody would've pushed you over the edge,
you'd have to hold on,
don't fall,
and break thru these times of trouble,
and,
I'm fucking swingin my mother's sword,
and I know I'm praying that my broken heart,
will mend when my heart won't start,
but if somebody left me out on the ledge 
then pushed me off the lifeless edge,
if somebody loved me  and then left me for dead,
I know I'd have to hold on and break thru,
thru these,
these times of trouble.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Love

It was a long time since,
His ego let the slightest insecurity in,
It was a (how can I say),
A moment when the world seemed to,
Take his breath away,
Nostalgia a feeling he understood,
Past memories,
Some bad,
Mostly good,
And when he let his heart's guard down,
Wow! Feeling like bozo the clown,
But only for a moment,
See at this point of his devious life,
Its not about what it looks like,
More about how he perceives the reality,
Love, a measure a of s man's will to
Take it to the limit,
To ensure the happiness of his world,
And everything in it,
Sometimes I've found in the last couple years,
I shouldn't worry bout what others think,
Or what others see me shed tears,
Over,
Its the simple things like hugs and kisses,
Good nights and butterfly kisses,
Its the warm feelings that we all want to feel,
Yet we worry bout what some may think or is it maybe how we feel,
All in all its where I am today,
No more fronting just telling my loved ones,
How much they mean to me everyday.

Friday, March 15, 2013

1.) Make peace with your past, so your past won't spoil your future. 2.) What others think of you is NONE of your business. 3.) Time heals almost everything, give time some more time. 4.) No one is the reason for your happiness except YOU, yourself. 5.) Don't compare your life to others, you have no idea what their journey is about. 6.) Stop thinking too much; its alright not to know all the answers. 7.) Smile, you don't own all the problems of the world.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

When I look at you,
Memories rain down over me,
When you look at me I dream,
Of you all night,
But on some occasions,
I stay awake,
Thinking of the look within,
Your eyes,
Wondering so quietly,
If you were ever mine.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

its all a catch 22,
do i even want to be here,
as my world buckles,
having felt the real side of love,

and now the cold reality is setting in,
or is it,
do i stay or do i go,

I know tho,
i have one more rally,
in me,
to make another call to love,

decisions made are decisions,
i must live with,
but the outcome is all mine,
to dance with..

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Prophecy

i see leaving in her eyes,
that thing that dont include me,
was it in the half-cracked smile
or the moment I noticed her eyes,
go from gleaming,
to emotionless and crude with a smile,
my past haunts me and hangs over my head,
as I seemingly know Ive learned from my mistakes
so i can move on further
but the cold heart that was warming inside my chest
flowing free like a wild river Ive never seen
has and is cooling, transforming to what was not good
unable to change the worst about me
which is the calm emotionless creature
that I was sure had been found dead
cyclicar un-bridled raw but sweet
innocent inside my twisted maybe even bi polar head,
its the choices that spin out inside me
that make me understand
that at this rate
assumingly,
will fill the prophecy of what my father said,
"Boy, you will end up by yourself
boots still on,
in your lonely bed,
having to put the anxiety
on the poor soul who finds
you dead."