Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought Sitting down … More The Fear of Death
Why do people do all of the things that people do? I fear that there’s a very simple way to get the truth Just think about it. This isn’t a joke; I mean it A person’s actions show you that very person’s characteristics So let’s put that into context, shall we? As a human I … More The Why Behind
Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
Never have I ever wondered what things lay in front of me, the futures not a question, I know exactly what’s in store for me. I don’t live for today, I live for forever; looking ahead with a clever grip on the trip that I’m about to take with whoever has the ability to sever … More The Truth
My Diary I lay in this bed with these thoughts in my head, looking at the blood that I bled when these pieces of my heart were all shred. These nights tear me apart, make me wish I could go back and restart the life that I’ve led so I can sew together the dangling … More My Diary
In my chamber, losing sleep Rocking, thinking, silently Watching broadcasts quietly Observe this world, so violently I wonder if the day will be When people live, peacefully Shedding war, with treaty No longer loving fearfully It all could change, if only we Would be the change we want to see We must admit, reluctantly To … More Together
Some folks believe me Yet others still doubt It’s funny to me, really When I say what I’m about I’m climbing this here ladder Right in front of their blind eye Yet they still keep on hatin’ As if the fucks I give could fly So let me put this plainly These words, do not … More Doubt
The last years of your life So confined and constrained Arthritis was rife It hurt, and it pained No solace you had But to lay in your bed Retreat to your books Build a world in your head I’ll never forget, Mom All the stories and shows We’d read and watch together To forget this … More When Finally, It’s Built
What if they died? What if that artist Who painted their works So great, yet shunned For personality quirks What if that singer Who hit impossible notes Wasn’t caught up in drama Or the brunt of your jokes What if you focused On content they write Instead of the bullshit The cheap and contrite Why … More What If They Died
How the World Should Work 