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Storm Inside

Lightning strikes before my eyes Yet no storm is due See the chaos of my upmost sadness A strike upon the heart Will it end I do not know yet it should pass near in time Life's natural torment is but a game Playing storms as obstacles and allowing man to win To fear the player is giving up all one has within

To Leave or Stay

No association to my homeland do I hold The people here have no connection to my mind nor soul I want to venture out to find someone like me But then again such solitude has made me just like me

Revelation is Soon

Have all the souls lost their minds there seems to be no fret In a short time the world will end and their souls laid to rest Have they no care for whats to come living frivolously It all will burn and so will they we must prepare our fate

Trust is Lost

Cowardess does proweress in this world we live A weakend heart is quick to jump and sacrfifice the win I see it all day by day the stabbing of ones back It's good to keep a pair of eyes all near and front and back

Moral Compass

One thing you'd think you'd never miss I celebrate today For it was gone but now its back I'd asking long for it To feel whats wrong and do whats right This is the gift of life I'm speaking now of one great thing Convictions what it's called

Anxiety of Eyes

The hardest thing for me to do is the simplest of tasks To walk across a public place is nearly certain death My legs stiff up My heart beats fast all composure seems to flee obviously conscious as my thoughts run free  no physical awareness I have  my mind takes control  fast or slow I do not know

Traumatized Individual

I have no focus I do not hear I look at you just a glare Away I am but here you are No word I speak blank and scarred

The Quest for the Ring Bearer

I travel there I travel here to see the sights to see Yet on my path I cannot find the the I'd wished to be A face so great with beauty, charm and all that I desire The one to be with solely me for all out mortal time here

Outcome of Labor

To work, to work the goal of man how very odd it is To give one's life as sacrifice to earn such worthless trim

Overcontemplation

I felt no much confusion never in my life All that I had once held dear means nothing much tonight I do not know where I will go nor what I do desire This world does not seem control all my mind conspires

Mirror Sight

They do not look beyond my eyes only to the surface I can see what they do see and so I'm left disheartened Life is but a simple game The smartest they do play and those with intellect will see Beyond into the plays