You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end.
You come in waves, you come in force,
A relentless feeling, a brutal source.
You are the thorn in every rose,
The cruel twist in life's repose.
You are the wound that won't heal,
The agony that we cannot conceal.
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A heart like a tombstone stiff and dry,
A crow atop a willow calls thine name.
For thine pains and sufferings you stand and
cry...
Love and hate has been the same.
And life like death , and hope like fear:
Ages of lachrymose wilt define thine life.
Four seasons of suffering every year...
A tombstone engraved, a name of sin and
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We were born into this---
toils of tangled gods’ maws
gnawing us raw
as we wiggle and crawl
on top of each other
like fish out of water.
Nothing sprouts from our barren faces
no eyes to cry, no mouth to shout
and wail as the gods’ acid spit flays us alive,
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Pain, my constant companion
You cling to me like a shadow
A weight that never lifts
An unwelcome guest in my soul
You pierce me with your sharp claws
And gnaw at me with your teeth
You consume me with your fire
And drown me in your seas
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On one count in our world where remedies are wanted
Yet vessels are found with no still soul
So much Pain is communicated in silence within the nation
but only among the likes that can understand its notion
The birds are crying for their safety yet standing on a dying tree
The fetus is kicking in the womb of a mother seeking a hideout at gunpoint
The children are struggling to sleep while their parents stand and watch
The authorities are calling for votes from a hungry nation with no peaceful homes
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separated by vows of abstinence but
forever bonded by Light entwined
two parallel Orders twinned
in material poverty firm endured
with One Heart beating to
missions of Love ordained
in living Truth never adjourned
vessels of opposite gender
each frolicking happy dancing
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Your life is a candle burning but the bullshit is, everyone is smoking cigs around you
The air and vibrations are a threat to your existence, the very air you breath
Breath isn’t good enough, you need something stimulating the molecules inside you
Whatever would balance you out, the powers that be haven’t invented it yet
It puts you at odds with the world when you shout at people…love me, because the suffering, it hurts
Maybe if I could sing real well, I could sing love me love me say that you love me
Why do I need someone to love me anyways, as if it solves anything wrong with your already flawed character
Maybe I need love because judgement hurts so bad to my rough but gentle soul
Maybe earning respect is all one can ask for
They promised me heaven
but instead I became hell.
Not with fire
but with the quiet burn of forgotten hopes.
I was handed light
and told to glow,
but no one asked
if I knew how to hold the flame.
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There screams
I hear then
Sleepless nights
I have
My scars
They burn
I feel them
The corpses
Screaming, crying
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I think about,
the right and wrong.
And good and bad,
that comes along.
So on my guitar,
I play a song,
to ease the pain,
of morals gone.
For every tune,
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