Poems
Poems
Shining in my heart is that single unique object
Showing the living what I am
I can be a heavenly demon or dark angel
With the sun of my soul guiding my light
Comparing it to the many wonders
All I can say is
All that glitters is not gold
Look inside to see the true shine or rust
And tell me the fake from the genuine…
The gold of this world is what lies beneath
The souls of the living run through it deep
The souls of the dead guard it in the atmosphere
But the paints of one another marks the gem
The gem that makes us shine…
All that glitters is not gold
Not on the outside
But all that glitters is gold
Only on the inside…
And we were brainwashed by the miseries
The miseries that attempted to destroy the gold
The miseries that tried so hard…they masked it
Masked the authenticity that enlightens us all
Covering that unique object that gives us...
Motivation…
May the mask of misery uncover?
As we rise…
As the gold…
That we are…
And when we’re through
We shall join the souls
The deed in the atmosphere
Young and old
To let the genuine shine
For all that glitters is not gold
SorrowSomething down below our hearts Imprison us making love depart It’s the soul of sorrow A beautiful yet saddening shadow Coming from the universe Not to help nor to hurt It’s there when you allow it And there it shall sit Helping you clarify Welcoming back joy to satisfy There’s something mysteriously Creeping of the hearts of many It’s called the soul of sorrow Building its necessity Sorrow can make you happy You don’t know pain Like I know pain This sorrow Builds Tomorrow It’s a challenge of love and hate Something you should never await Don’t wait Another day For this pain To go away! There’s no such thing as depression For sorrow is a bridge to satisfaction Conquer it for success Never settle for less! Sorrow shows purpose for existence To test your persistence |
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Inaugural Eternal SleepTraditionally slithering A choice in mind, Who sought to fall, Due to severe pain, Yet awakening the soul, To reside in hell, Just to create freedom And recover more aches… Has this ever try to
draw near on you? |
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Illusion
Fell out of the Earth’s Atmosphere, Walking into complete light, Thinking there was no life around, Yet I was led here, Led by special comfort, vibes and words; And shall I mention pleasure? I walk through these vibes, These vibes of leading light; Directing my life to a different path, But who knows how long it lasts… I traced that light Only to find you… In turn we share our feelings, Though they may force our downfall That’s what true passion is; It’s the shining of your soul, The illusion you’ve given to me, Then I exchange mine; It’s what humankind calls A relationship… Some deserve it, Some don’t, This love- this illusion, Is what makes us beautiful To the one we share This light…this illusion with Only the heavens know How long this lasts When I’m lost In an illusion But is it more than Just illusion… Or is it just, A touch from your soul To enforce mine within… One day this illusion… Or touch of love Will wear away To be continued… |
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And there they were
Aiming to lure you
With an enticing stir
Pretending to adore you
Of course you must
Show your trust
Until one day
That Glorious time
The truth they shall say
Hurts you at the drop of a dime
Have you ever had
this experience?
Society: You can hold your head up all you like
But all I see is an intimidation
You can annoy me with your unorthodox ways
But you need more education
You can laugh in the face of my normal members
But they know you don’t belong in this nation
Flagrancy: I’m one with the world like no one knows
Someone your members don’t understand…yet I help them grow
They don’t recognize my wonderful enlightenment,
My giving mind
But look inside, I’m full of excitement
And listen to my words carefully…
You’ll see what you’ll find
Society: I have no time for outcasts
They make my worsen my world
My members fear you
Each boy and girl
You have no place here
You need facilitation
You need help
You need education
Flagrancy: You say I’m an outcast
Yet I’ve done so much for this world
And you say I’m a menace to each boy and girl
I’m no unorthodox person
I just see no point in some equipment
Because unlike most of your members
I have different way of having excitement
Society: What has made this member fall
You aren’t like my other humans
You say you aren’t evil
But what are you giving?
Flagrancy:
I’ve given diversity to this you,
And joy to my fellows
Even though they follow similar patterns of traditions
While making the world mellow…
Each day I lie down thinking to myself what if this world wasn’t the same
What if we all weren’t so civilized, socialized, or tame?
What if something happened in the past that’s made some problems now?
What if it could change and why do we follow these paths somehow?
Things like death and the youth following the path the elders lead them?
How can you let someone judge you and try to make you obey?
When you know they aren’t by your side every second of the day?
Even though thoughts like those settle in my mind…
They’ve stirred up until I’ve planned then I find.
I don’t need to bow down to what people expect me to do.
Just because I like my styles in life doesn’t mean they have to.
Face it, Society; it’s some of the insensibility and its followers controlling you,
I think if you contemplate on your members more you’ll see what I’m telling you
Society:
I never saw anything that way I must admit
But I’ll look at myself
I’ll see what I’ll come up with
I don’t know if I can still trust you though
Because you’re just a stray fool
A stubborn person I don’t know
Flagrancy:
Well call all the names you like as if I am a tool
Just don’t judge before knowing all the details
It makes you the fool
And there he was up the stream
With a few other human beings
There may be a steam of rage in his heart
‘Tis a sign they shall soon part
He unleashes his power through his wrath
Pushing his fellows from off of the path
The path of hope, time, and connection
Yet, he too drives himself to another junction
His friends are no longer friends
He’s no longer loved
After his fall from above
As they grow out of their quarrel
They’re saved by a barrel
The barrel of the fate
Showing them it’s not too late
Never too late to confer your issues
Nor too late to use any tissue
For that barrel shows the way alone
For now the serenity of renewal has a home
They look back at the river thinking of him
What becomes of his journey within…?
Along the lines they’re still in his heart
Something that won’t keep them apart,
In his mind, the friendship is through,
In real life it’s torn up too,
But shall they let this die?
The power of their fondness is what it relies
This ship symbolized their attachment
Now he’s sorry he began that predicament
With the willpower left, he turns the boat around
Praying his comrades aren’t completely down
Later in the journey he’s met his fellows
Hoping he can make this journey again mellow
They’re thinking the same thoughts as he
They just never knew that in his eyes they were unique
But now the loved ones don’t know whether to trust
Though they’ll talk to him if they must
But that’s how friendships row and go
It takes a while to build trust and a few seconds to let it go…
Uniqueness of
High Civilization
And
the heat is on as life lives itself
As humans be humans, And other forms of life look out for themselves, But why do humans exist In a way they vary from other lives, Are we the special men Known respectably as husbands and wives? Our way of surviving, this civilization, What if it hasn’t come in existence? What if one day we all lived in deserts and woods Instead of apartments and neighborhoods? Aren’t we in perfect serenity now Knowing that this civilization shows us how... How the ways of the world goes, Getting questions to answers that only few know… Why have we been called upon to grant the spirit’s wishes From large things like building, to small things like washing dishes, It could have been a simple animal with carrying the legacy The legacy of civility But the chosen ones were us, living in this serenity And even if we were to live in the wild, Things wouldn’t be anymore mild, For someday with our intellect, Civilization will come to erect, I guess we’re no different than the plants nor animals, The ones who listens to nature’s rules, From an intellectual species to another, When the child takes the place of its father and mother For this thing called high civilization, When one dies, another is bound to happen… |
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Knowledge and Ignorance Have you ever heard the story Of someone with knowledge Being downed by those with none Who’s tried to express themselves Yet no one wanted to listen For their motives were in the way But can they see the importance of them? Will they have the knowledge to look around And see what’s really happening? This may change for them one day When they have knowledge... |
It can be right or wrong yet filled with ruth
When the words may be spoken with bitterness
And the heart of truth is filled with care
Its words speak of richness,
Richness of thought through motives that dare… (You to)
Wonder what this truth is really worth
How can it be right when it usually hurts?
Should we continue to live these things called lies-?
When the truth leads to change along with more alibis?
Someone tell me how these two different things came to be
How can truth be so bitter and lies come so sweetly,
Will this truth settle in the hearts of all human beings?
Will they be able to see it one day?
Oh please voices of above,
Tell me sweetly the persona
Of the real truth and the real deceitfulness,
Cradle me in your knowledge,
Sweetly tell me the behavior of the earth
I have a right to know about my place of birth
Tell me sweetly of these two wonders truth and lies,
But when you do, tell me in the word humans identify,
As truthfully…
And there’s no turning back from this summit.
I’ve experienced enough in this time, now I shall rest.
And I shall make the afterlife successful-
More successful than my life, if not then just as well,
No matter where I am: Heaven or Hell.
Been a criminal, been misunderstood, been a good person,
And yes, I’ve had my mistakes, times where I’ve had dissuasion.
Now I know by my status I’m now full-grown…
Don’t lament on the tragic event that’s happened.
Don’t cry for me because I’m no longer in existence.
Say goodbye to me; laugh, for you know I’m mature and free;
No matter where I am I’ll be here when you need me.
Don’t ever think death is wrong for if it is why must we all go through it?
It’s neither punishment for you or me; it’s only a spiritual summit.
Even though I’m not with you through my body along with my soul,
You need to feel my spirit when you know that I know you need me…
That’s all I need you to know…
But I’m in a different part of you now where I gain your prime,
Prime of life filled with power, power no one can dream,
I now know meaning, answers to matters,
I have the ability to help my friends when they think their lives will shatter.
How death felt like a song and a lovely, lively kiss…
And may the Lord bless all spirits far and wide
For without them the societal view of death wouldn’t be a lie…
Fade
Away
I have my current, and my future to make as a reflection.
I remember my days, when I couldn’t see things in anyway.
Then the darkness hit me, now the candle’s lie on me.
This feeling of being renewed, shall it be polite or rude?
And then all that’s happened- some seem like against me it was a weapon.
Figments from far away, they’re forgetful yet they affect this day.
And at times they return, yet again their memories will burn…
Collapsing within your soul is where those memories gain control.
With you they’ll remain, until you sense them again.
And your mind somehow senses the feeling, but you can’t feel them on the high ceiling.
And the aura seems like a dream, until one day you see they are what they seem…
And those figments of your past fades away, yes they fade away.
May they be impolite, or very right?
Yet they will stay day and night, in or out of sight…
The wind blows your past feelings away as you reinterpret them day-by-day
But one thing you know... Those memories come back to again, fade away….
Someday, somehow
Joy will come
We’ll feel like home…
Under any condition
The birds sometimes
Create negative recognition
They create it from fear
Worrying about what’s here
They’ll know, dear
Someday, somehow
The arrow of ignorance has shot
But it has landed on the right spot
We all possess it; soon we’ll be rid of it
Someday, somehow
Fight for freedom is my strife
Even if it’s the last of my life
I’m a struggling human
For a desirable world of less sin
Someday, somehow
For without them we won’t grow all right
Someday, somehow
Joy will come,
We’ll feel like home
And the world turns as conflicts rise and fall
A solution one day will coat us all
Someday, somehow…
The thin clouds have parted like the ocean in a storm
When the desert I have befell has given me a home
But for how long I shall stay in this land of peace
I cannot stay, yet reality is in need of me
Then the days go through when the desert melts away
Slowly it destructs within the breeze,
But what shall become of me?
How wistful…
Slowly the skies are blanketed
When the trees combine east and west of a riverbed
And the grass arises from within
The energy of the spirits, is what I sense
When I see the changes of the essence
And I move into the world my senses desire
In this world, where my soul is afire
With the fantasyland I have landed
I think a purpose here should have me branded
And despite the face I need a purpose here
In this land with no rules
I have to live a life of being wistful…
My heart has guided my emotions to horror and thrills
When this land of joy is filled, then spills
I feel as if nothing is left
Yet the skies have suddenly turned red
The souls of the fearful has come to control me
But with my unfettered soul, nothing can hold me
With my mind to my feeling, my heart to the healing
The souls of my fears burns before they touch the ceiling
And here I am still wistful…
The water of rebirth has fell from the skies
The light of creation is also being relied,
Relied on to bring back the needs of mine
The water and light have arrived to end
Yet this is where a reality begins…
An idea in mind comes and haunts,
It takes you to the level to make a drive.
It isn’t anything wrong with the wistful reality,
For it makes the world what we want.
We didn’t make dreams,
Dreams made us.
Provisional traveling from the world
Cleansing our souls of the stress
It’s the only way to find yourself
Until one day, when that resolution arrives
We didn’t make dreams,
Dreams made us.
The dawning of our personalities
Has made the purpose of dreams grow
More thoughts, hopes, and dreams
Creates intelligence for the individual
We didn’t make dreams,
Dreams made us
And it always will…
We’ve made thoughts
Thoughts made dreams
Dreams made the rest of us…
The strife violently cleanses the soul of purity, risking the human’s life for superiority,
The life wildly senses need for control of security, ticking man’s time to get authority,
These forces cling violently, dangerously cutting one another, itself and the body,
Yet be the courses of things silently, banteringly, strutting others, itself- not everybody.
Is partnership deprived when an evidently significant struggle is at hand?
Could it be the darkness of the greed of power spreading land to land?
Humans risking, wasting their lives for their own needs,
Leaving behind the tasting of hives full of their real necessities,
Should this evolve new purposes in life for us all?
Shall it create our soul’s rebirth for strife that forces our fall?
Are we the same- the ones we became when we figured out our fate?
This hunger for independence, and power enforced the ignorance,
The one thing abusing the mind, our relationships as well, yet giving the strength,
To fight for Dominance…
No one knew where our lives were headed for we were corrupted with insanity,
The love shattered due to the inflexible, intractable hearts of man without noticing…
This is a world filled with various characters.
Humans who have poured their strengths into making a romantic world-
The utopia was here, yet invisible to the rules of societal morality.
Yet this morality differs in the hearts of all, for unknown is reality.
Flourishing deeply is the openly spirited being whose destiny is to only see.
People’s dreamily, ambitiously seared into their surroundings,
Aiming to find one answers to life’s forming,
Only to find the one who created life was the lord.
And the ones to move life’s rivers are each other…
No one knew where our lives were headed for we were corrupted with insanity,
Where has the contemplation begun? Has it terminated?
Is blindness as necessary as it seems?
Gliding through the blood in our veins, arising from deep within our souls
The feelings that’s commensurate with our personalities, our physiques
It’s called a weakness, its called expression
But deep down, it’s called, emotion
Let me know, what you sense, to let me relieve your sadness
Notify me of when you’re down or high, tell me with a word or sigh
Tell me sweetly what you desire, deserve, or what lights your fire
Give me the details
Give me the details of what makes you yourself
Let me know your sides of sensuality, sensitivity, for you can’t trust anyone else
To me, you’re someone in need, a friend in deed
The richness of our souls, guide each other
While to some people, you’re just another being
To others, you’re just inferior
To the cold hearts, you’re none worth seeing…
Just find the times to express yourself, no matter what you mean to anyone else
Yet you’ll never know who will cherish you, don’t be discouraged or confused
There’s a reason some people are involved in any moment in your life
But the mystery remains unsolved as each day you go through explanations in strife
Sometimes it’s wrong to tell of your feelings, for they’re your weakness
You don’t know when, though, so show none at any expense…
But I’m the one surrounded by the redness of the source of your physical strength,
This part covered by an external film, which anyone sees; the inside they’ve yet to sense
I may be in your heart, mind, or beneath your armature of nature
But to all, I’m believed as being your soul
The one who shares all your glories and falls, the one granting you individual control,
And no one knows truly what’s happening inside here…
They never will. They’re better off not knowing all of you…
And there he
was a guy with lost love, who was willing to find himself
He beat himself with humiliation, his dream far away, unable to turn to no one else
Everything blocked his path, and he felt like a stub, and it seems he’s given up
But now at last, as the topping of his wrath, makes the world seems too much,
He finally figures out that’s what his life was about when things blocked his way
Now he goes all out without a cry or pout to put an end to his days…
He’s out to seek God, through those breakaway clouds,
I guess he should know his time; his anger causes his soul to scream aloud.
But does this suicide, this slaughter, will allow him to deserve heaven?
Won’t this crucify any good son and daughter to be unaccepted in dreamland?
Off he sprints, to the darkness of his hours, rushing to draw his end near,
His flesh tints, as the darkness scours the light, which he senses is here,
In a bathroom he stops, a medicine cabinet he opens, to digest numerous capsules
Through the front door he pops, a car door he opens, to stimulate the suicide tools…
Lights flash, as the cops get on him at last about his speed limit of ninety-five
Sights clash, when the pills descend fast, and the poison alters him mighty fine
On the freeway, needing leeway to establish the final peace before eternal rest
Going any way, around the freeway, to crash and finally it’s ended at last…?
Has he suffered enough to actually die, is his end really nigh?
Or is he going to take a sigh, and then persistently trying to make his life lie?
“No pulse, no heartbeat,” one of the paramedics declared.
The policemen continued their duties as they put a sheet over his hair.
“No more road rage for this guy,” one of them said shaking his head ‘no.’
And as they all cleared the scene with grief, this ‘victim’s’ happiness fills it with veto
He’s out to seek God, through those breakaway clouds,
I guess he should know his time; his anger causes his soul to scream aloud.
But does this suicide, this slaughter, will allow him to deserve heaven?
Won’t this crucify any good son and daughter to be unaccepted in dreamland?
Then slipping away from this worn body is his soul, ascending to the skies,
Pending God’s grilling and controls, to assure heaven is where he lies.
“Rise, rise clouds, for a new soul is residing within your ceilings,” he cries.
Surprise, surprise, as the raindrops fall, widening within the cloudy lights,
The eyes of God appears before this man gleaming, ready to examine him,
Or the eyes of God shall force this man to seemingly examine himself…
God: Who dares to attempt this forbidden place of heaven?
A place for all free of guilt, wrongfulness, and sin.
I feel my soul deserves to rest here if the
sins wash away from me.
God: You say you deserve the title of an angel, but what flashbacks have you seen
To make you feel worthy to reside in the kingdom of eternal glory
Man: I’ve seen no flashbacks at all, Lord, but I really do need to stay here,
For with the life I’ve lived, you would agree with me if you were near
God: That’s where you’re wrong, my child, I know everything
For I make and allow it to happen, each turn of this world is every song I sing
You say you’ve
been through hellish experiences via your entire days
But that was more of your choice- even your despairing, low ways.
Man: I swear that all of it wasn’t my fault, I’ve persistently tried arduously
To make my life a living heaven, but I’ve failed miserably,
I felt the need to come here, in need of your comfort
You’re my father; you’re my care- someone who never treats me like dirt.
God: You’re one of my children that has gone through life without thinking of all things,
All things in this world that you can do, ways you swing
But with all of your attempts, pushing over is the song that you sing
Even this one you’re pushing over, but pushing my sky, my clouds
I beg of you to go back to earth right now…
Man: How can you request such a thing?
God: Joy is what it shall bring,
To you, to me, to your life.
Man: The Lord I know isn’t this way, so bitter and cold to his children
You were supposed to relieve me especially from my sins
God: This is the purpose of my request,
For you aren’t supposed to die yet,
In fact you aren’t yet dead,
This is I speaking to you from your head.
I’ve aided you in that incident on the road;
It’s your soul I temporarily had to hold,
But now you’re life is changed,
Start again; maybe it won’t seem so deranged.
Man: Listen, father, I need to stay here!
It’s my life that I fear,
I need a rest from this stress,
And a cool place to shed my tears.
I have that nowhere on earth;
I need to be in the place of my soul’s birth.
God: I can’t allow you to do that right now, just listen to me.
I’m the one, who knows everything and everything only.
Trust my words, lost soul,
For I always know
And there’s nothing that can prove me wrong
For I help the weak to be strong
Man: All right, lord, I’ll be strong for you;
I’ll make my life renewed.
I don’t want to let you down, nor myself
For that can send me down to hell
God: Yes, and the deed you’ve committed was hellish
Good thing I was here to let your soul become embellished
Go now, young man!
Ascend to earth and do the best you can!
He’s left God from the breakaway clouds
He knows now his fallibility was faster than sound
But this suicide helped God to save him
He has another chance to reside in heaven
God: And I couldn’t let him stay for he was alive
It wasn’t even his time to die
But I have hope for him from his destiny
For he should be in heaven eventually
But that should be the fate for all
If you don’t desperately let things fall…
Endeavoring uncontrollably, trying to kill my might
Striving so badly to have me lose the fight
Doing your best to control my soul
I have to say that you’re out of control
Fighting boldly to shed,
You’ve pushed me for the last time, I said!
Your only mistake was to use this carnage
Now it’s turned against you
This will be hard to massage
Because now you’re though
Endeavoring so beautifully,
Yet you can never fool me
Striving so persistently
The bloodshed has controlled you mentally
Carnage is now all you need
Only to make you succeed
Nevertheless it is excess
For it’s putting you to eternal rest!
You were successful until the carnage,
Now it’s turned against you
This has done a lot of damage
And now your life is through
Carnage blues,
The thing choosing you
But it was your choice to be used
Carnage blues,
You used it to try
But have you asked yourself why?
Carnage blues,
It was divine while it lasted
Now all your plans are blasted
Carnage blues
It’s what you wanted to do
But how could you let yourself be used?
As the light of memories flash back to your brain
And the bloodshed drizzles down on you like rain
The flashbacks of your times of carnage arrives
Do you regret it or has it benefited your life?
Sorry to let you know…but you
withered as your sadism controlled your spirit’s light
When I came out
You took my heart
Flourished it
But then you turned things around
Eventually I have an increase
Later, my blessings flee…
Why must I branch with you
When times you’re untrue?
I fight
With all my might
The conflicts I surpass
But here you are for another time
Going wrong to hear me ask:
Is this what you are-?
Blessings and scars?
When you came out
I took you in
And all my other children
That you’ve become acquainted with
But as their poison gets to you
You mature and mold to seek truth
Trying to find out why
You have come to my-
My palace
My home of hate with grace
When I try
To teach you how and why
I bring souls to the atmosphere
But this is why you’re here-
To bring change and thought
After the battles you fought.
~And the rest is
history~
Just because he’s thuggin’ doesn’t make him one of them-
One of those scoundrels doing badly due to egotism
Listen to his song…tell me what you hear
I’ll tell you that his words will bring you a tear
He follows the tune of bravery with his heart and mind
One of the most honorable men you will ever find
Fighting for true morals, following his dream of change
Only to have authority view it as deranged
He passed this song to different strangers he saved
Now they shall keep this melody alive day by day
Now we have more knowledge to share
Please listen with care…
You honor glamorous celebrities
Who’s done nothing more than entertaining
Then politicians who don’t care
Who doesn’t make civilization anymore fair
But where is the honor for the deserving?
This world is topsy-turvy
You must have some nerve
Do you know what all these people really deserve?
What Idea is this?
The idea meaning unlimited bliss
But is that what freedom is supposed to be?
Is it really important to you and me?
Is the world a place where this creation is meant to be?
Is fighting for it our destiny?
When the time comes
When freedom’s upfront
When the ship of oppression
When it is sunk
When our hearts fill with rum
When it conquers us
When joy finally comes
But have we yet to see it
Does it exist?
Is it shining as bright as we want it?
Or is it going to remain sealed under the wind?
When the story of sadness dusks
When our hearts sum
When they stand up
When near comes the end of depression
When our bodies fill with strength and elation
When bitterness becomes dumb
When freedom pervades us
When evil runs
The evil chaos of man befell this land
Using sadism and oppression when they’re nothing
Creating lessons in life and strength after strife
And though the existence is within the aging of oppression
We have yet to see unlimited freedom
And the rivers flow with no end
Some waters striking
the rocks
Yet never standing
still
They come along, you
see the units
But even when you don’t
realize
You’re still a part
of the river of time
It’s everyone; it’s
everything
But unlike its
residents, it has no end
Then it remains,
flowing unconditionally…
So long, you ascend from it
So long, you can’t hold on
So long, it tires you
So long, you arrive in the middle
So long, you need the other residents
So long, it’s mostly ignored
And the materials
also fall in
But where they end
up
And how their new
lives will be
They can never
predict
Yet it’s a mirror,
A mirror reflecting
The happenings…
The happenings in
the river
And the waters shed
as the river still flows
And where we end up
Comes from our parts
of that flow…
So sudden, you need morals
So sudden, you’re confused
So sudden, you can’t stop
So sudden, you can change
So sudden, you may end up in another river…
Melt the fog of disguises
As the truth dawns
The evil shall come
But when that disguise is transparent
That escapes from the evil
It shall be at hand
Melt the fog of what we all hide
Make the truth dawn
To prevent that evil
Prevent the shadow from befalling us…
In the sands from which we all settled
The light shines down
And our bodies, the temples of our souls
Fill with desires
We risk our lives fighting
Fighting in care for
Our loved ones
Against our enemies
And mostly ourselves
The orchestra of life plays
Until time can stand still
When our temples disguise ourselves
With expressions, with opposites
With possessions
But what do we deceive for?
Why must we fight?
Why must we disguise ourselves?
Is there an explanation of why we do this?
Is there a secret behind each and every one of our temples?
If I were to find out
The world will be crazier than it is now…
Each day I wake up thinking of which direction to take
Dreaming after my eyes open about how to satisfy myself
But I have no other way than to struggle deeply
Alone, in dangerous areas
For this world is crazy
And if I shall reveal myself,
My secrets and happenings,
I know more of us will become open
But if we were all to see the truth inside one another
Would we all see each other as we usually do?
Or is it a fact that this world will be crazier than it is now?
Will we remain fighting for our loved ones and ourselves?
Or will we live a new destiny
The destiny of establishing a tranquil Earth…
Arising as what I need-
Someone to do me a deed,
Here with me until the end,
When my heart needs to mend.
Inside you, something puts me down,
And like you it leaves me broken.
Why…tell me why,
The lion inside me has to cry.
As I fall when it’s you I lose,
In the woods I go, feeling bruised.
The one who always mended my heart,
Has to shred it far apart.
Where do we go from here and when?
Now that like you, my heart is broken.
How must I go through this rain?
This weather of deep, nightly pain-
It’ll keep me here until your anger fades-
Fades to nothing as you slowly do day to day.
But like my enemies, I’ll pierce you roughly;
My tears shall melt as the rain fades thoroughly.
Only a silver rose like revenge shall mend me.
When you, the Broken Angel share my feeling.
What…tell me what…?
Shall heal the darkness of the lion
The darkness it has become
When I’m nearly ready to unite with it
Yet in light, it shall set,
When the Broken Angel deep inside,
Shall find out the reason of this vide?
Must my lion lose or win,
Is it worth being broken?
Or is it the darkness concealing me from within?
Eternal loyalty,
A simple piece,
That’s gained through occurrence,
And when it’s broken,
It also takes age
For us to either repair or separate
Whichever makes our lives better,
But now it doesn’t matter
It was time that built this point for us,
Now it is time that has built this period
This period to show me the truth about you
And the Broken Angel that’s torn me into…
How…did I let this happen?
As the sun sets in your place in my broken-
And my tears drain away to air
To find how you’ve torn me from toe to hair,
With the secret Broken Angel inside that’s found
I admit, I’ve fell far down,
Like the
Nothing but a new path to go,
As I learn something about you and so-
The Broken Angel is now revealed.
In my eyes, it’s no longer concealed…
Like the leaves of fall, I crumble,
As I hear the shreds of my heart rumble,
Becoming one again through time,
After the lion has lost itself in a drop of a dime,
That’s how it goes,
That’s what we all should know,
It won’t live on as I progress,
For the Broken Angels are undressed,
Yet I must continue a life of winter and fall,
For it’s what’s building my all…
Cry for me, as I walk through the snow of insanity
Cry for me, when I stop through the home of goodwill
Cry for me, as I enter, it’s filled with enmity,
Cry for me, I’ve lost my senses as I’ve fell downhill
Cry for me, I’ve been bruised, torn, and bled- all at once,
Cry for me, I’m still walking; yet I have twenty blood spills,
Cry for me, I have yet to see a golden, clear sun,
Cry for me, I’ve been through the woods of eternal harm
Cry for me, my samba of misery and I are becoming one.
Cry for me, the bloodshed of despair runs down my arms,
Cry for me, the spirits of heaven and hell surface
Cry for me, the eye of death and melancholy is where I belong
Cry for me, as I have not yet reached the real Earth’s face…
Cry for me, I’ve done my part in showing graceful despondence
Cry for me, hell is what I need for I’m disgrace to normal spirits.
Bright, dreamy stars, shone on me today,
As I’ve sat thinking, during the month of May,
And the crying for freedom in my heart,
Once, I thought would rip me apart,
Has adhered me to allow me to see,
That my independence fulfills my glee,
While the roaring sun is shining on me,
I know this heart of liberty I possess is guiding,
It enables my soul to be poured with understanding,
And aids my mind when it is unable to see,
While the roaring sun is shining on me…
And as the soil of negativity pours out of my essence,
The love of my mind, my heart, and myself unleashes,
Like the sun, it gains sovereignty, like love it’s a drug,
Yet it is something driving me, allowing me to be the dove,
While the roaring sun is shining on me,
Changes draw near, but then I see,
There’s no reason to worry,
As long as my strength and will is at hand,
I’ll stand, rebuilding myself like natural land,
For I remain the power, making my dreams come lively
While the roaring sun is shining on me…
From dawn to dusk, I’ll stand firm,
Even if my body shall burn,
For this body is mine, this soul, I own,
This world, I shall make a fine home,
There shall never be anyone to control,
How I automate my neither body nor soul,
I’ve always blocked you from great blur
But now I deserve to belong to myself for-
While the roaring sun is shining on me,
I watch the world turn slowly,
As flames rise and flames fall,
But I cannot look in disgrace or awe,
For I have had problems of my own,
Now it’s time to care for my real home,
If you could only look deep into these dark eyes,
You’ll see only where the truth lies,
Because I work to achieve my destiny
Like any other human being,
It’s a world of knowledge I aim to see,
While the roaring sun is shining on me…
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