Saturday, April 24, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Wise man;
The rains pour on the tin roof,
Reminds me of the old wise man who cried his heart out to me
I was his companion, as you are mine, Remember the days, I’d open and you'd listen?
I loved these days, still do even though they were aphetic days,
You held me with your hands, and you listened,
To listen is to try to hear; to hear is simply to perceive with the ear.
These very dim lit days, worshipping the wise man, till dawn,
I'd smoke & Drink, yet you'd be there, to tell me to stop.
You'd be there to tell me to stop desecrating my life away.
You'd be there; standing by the wise mans side.
He'd be there, standing by your lone side too.
I'd listen to you and him, yet i listened to the man more.
As the old wise man once said,
Wisdom comes with experience. And wisdom helps us improve.
But does wisdom only come with experience?
Begin with an open mind and you can gain wisdom even through wise old sayings.
You and I, I and you promised we'd remember this last thing that the wise man said.
As he lay on his death bed he told us not to waste lives.
He told us to cherish them, reach for our goals. Gain from his mistakes.
Grow from our own.
A Garden;
Tend it and watch it blossom. Then let it nourish you and its fruits revive your soul.
Lie down in the flowerbed in the warmth of the sun.
Replant the seeds of love so that it may resurrect itself and grow fuller as the seasons pass.
Be vigilant of weeds and uproot them early by maintaining an open and direct dialogue together.
Openness is crucial in a loving relationship; the light which streams in will strengthen the garden.
Monday, April 5, 2010
This hell hole;
Take me away from this place I wish to leave it behind,
Whatever it takes to get me out, Why can't i leave?
I'm tied down by invisible strings,
Just let me go!
Let me go, Let me go!
I wish to leave, just let me leave.
I've become embedded to this place,
Unfasten my strings,
Loosen these ropes!
Release me off these god-forsaken chains!
I wish to depart these memories, Flashbacks fucking my mind.
I hate this one thought, This thought of been constricted forever!
I'm held capative by affliction and agony,
Clasped by the chains of the demon.
I'm freezing from the inside out,
The blood on the inside just so cold.
No reason for me to be here just about.
The live i live frows so old.
My body grows cold, as i sit here,
No one left to hold me.
My cheek holds just one tear,
Everyone is gone, even family.
I've lived my life in misery,
People wonder, It's a big mystery.
