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Delussions of the Worldi live in a crazy mixed up world,
full of uncertainty, hatred, & self-righteous fouls
ready to die for lack luster causes,
i see a world full of hate, grief & pain,
strife like non seen since teh days of pharoh or caeser.
i feel the pain,
the pain of my people,
the pain caused by those who don't know our struggles
and those tht have seen, known, but chose to forget,
i see the painted veil full of lies we wear,
so as to make ourselves ignorant of our history, of knowledge & pride.
I have lost myself,
blinded by the veil, i become a soldier of one,
striking down happiness, kindness, love & loyalty,
i believe in only one hing,
that when death greets me, he will weep,
knowing full well the horrors i have on myself and others,
and those i have yet to face.
Awake from this nightmare,
Snap your bonds and run like the devil is on your heels,
run fast, young one,
run fast, young one,
Our lives are ashes, but you still shine bright,
So before you become ashes and smoke, carried off with the wind
A Father's DevotionWhy am I suffering so much,
Why do I go to such far lengths,
Why must my soul be torn apart for one life for one life
Why do I risk my sanity, My Sanity!
Why do I put my pride and shame on a chopping block,
How can I stand to be molested, be down and shot ,
For the sake of one life .One life?
Am I a mad man!?
Have I finally lost all rational!?
Have the pressures of daily life finally caught off guard
And stabbed me in the head, and delightfully waiting for my death?
All for the sake of a child I have never met?
All for the sake of a child I never wanted!?
All for the sake of doing what I know in my heart is right?
WHY DAMNIT, WHY DO I SUFFER THIS PAIN??!!!
I suffer this pain, because this innocent one isnt the source,
I suffer this pain, because this little one has non knowledge of me,
I suffer this because her Mother, and her Family know nothing about me,
I suffer this because I want my child to know the love of her mommy and daddy,
I suffer on because, mommy hates dad
Suicidal affectionMy emotions flow as tears against my cheek,
As my mind wonders like a child, seeking answers to its many questions.
My heart screeches to a halt, trying to avoid impact with my logic,
Swerving out of its way only to hit my sorrow dead on,
My soul stares aimlessly into to space,
Desiring your only your company,
My body yearns for your embrace.
Why, why, why I scream, must I be cursed this way,
A fool in his day, head over heals,
Sometimes I wish I were dead, because it take too long to die inside,
Knowing that someone else has stolen your kiss, your embrace, your thoughts and desires,
Leaving me only with rope razors and piano wire, as I contemplate a moment of my life without you.
Each best wish I give to you, is a curse, I say silently in my heart against him,
Praying to God that this union is not finally,
Praying that my hearts song is true,
Because even if someone loves me back, I know I will only say I do 2 you,
So while I will pray for your happiness, I selfishly
Becoming IndependentThey say a little bit of faith can move a mountain,
That music can tame the savage beast,
But what if the mountain is that savage beast?
And that mountain has swallowed up what little faith you have?
Don't look to the world for pity,
For pity though beautiful in theory, stance and poise,
It is for the young, the weak, the crippled and the lazy,
For pity only belongs to those who cannot help themselves,
And if you intend to be a man or woman and stand on your own two feet in this world,
Then don't let pity or charity ever cross your mind,
For pity is only for the weak and should always be given in charity,
It should never be received with pride.
They say that the best food ever made,
They say the best job ever done,
They say the most satisfying action that one could see, do, or taste,
Is that act done by your own hands, at your own pace, by your own will,
With all your heart and spirit put behind it.
This is the source of the achievements of all great people,
People with passion like Ga
How can i know Love?
What do you do when you long for intimacy?
What can be said to keep this lust suppressed?
How can one be at peace with a strong lustful desire breaking down every wall of your mind, creating Chaos, Lust, Frustration and Pain?
What do you do when your heart is willing to embrace love, or even lust for the intimacy you desire, but your mind is cautious and self-doubting?
The depression felt in my heart is great,
The strife that my mind endures is utter torture,
The failure I've had to bare is just nerve racking!!
The misery I feel from holding unto the past can never be brought to words,
Just my tears and sorrow can sum up my pain,
Even if it is empathy felt from the dishonor my parents have to bare daily.
Love is a not a state of being or choice,
It is not something that can be bought or researched,
It can not be classified, or reproduced, though it is often imitated,
Love is something that can only be shared between people,
And trust me, the pain you go through in order to earn that lo
I see a little boy runningI see a little boy running,
He tries to act brave,
In the face of danger he trebles, but acts his way through his fear,
He thought he was a man at a young age, and was trained to believe so,
But when he tried to do child like things, he was coaxed form doing them.
Expected to be a man, but still with the heart of a child,
Spirit broken, heart shattered,
Life lost ion strife and personal torment.
He cannot sleep,
His heart somber,
He doesn't know the meaning of words,
He lies asleep, lies awake,
He lies about everything.
He steals, but not on purpose,
He laughs when he's crying inside,
He says there's nothing wrong when really he's dying inside.
He runs from deaths grip, by trying to raise beautiful rows of words,
But all he can get is a life time of ADD and thorns piercing every crevice of his body.
He cries every night for mommy to come,
But all he gets is contempt and hate.
A young boy became a man too fast,
And the only one he has to blame is himself.
The only one he can blame is hi
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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