Where have they gone? There's no words to make clear,
They escape my every attempt to secure their discovery.
Lost without direction, wading aimlessly in the obyss,
They stand silent, awaiting any chance of recovery.
Some wait alone, some hold together in darkness,
Others seem to flock like nestling birds...
Many are lost, never to be found, yet we still cry...
"Where are the words?"
Happiness flying so high I cannot reach, If only I could find them that would teach. Sitting so dim living through others, wondering why them and not the other. Lights down low, time so slow, watching the clock one day and then two. The days march by with many a glitch, wondering why I still live in this son of a bitch.
By Rob Casteel
You said goodnight to me,
I said goodbye to you.
You didn't think twice
didn't think it was strange.
But tomorrow you'll see
what my goodbye means.
Standing at an empty grave, I pondered, who was it's intended?
Six feet down, covered in flowers, through the night I have defended.
Waiting on a family train to arrive with their fallen guest,
Time ticks on, no break in site, I stand watch to complete my quest.
Hours through an endless night, now daylight extends my grief...
I face the hole, and curse my soul, for a moment of relief'....
Stained from life, she ponders words,
She can't exist without them.
Chasing memories in her mind,
The ones she lived without him.
Seeking refuge in tainted thoughts,
Never realizing wanted dreams,
Tossing and turning, restless sleep,
Awakened again by pictured screams.
Time doesn't seem to heal all wounds,
It just predicates the cost..
Always tortured in my own mind...
I remain... "A little Girl Lost"
When your soul begins to shutter
and the tears run down your face,
When your heart takes on a different form
To escape your fall from grace,
The emptiness you feed upon
The hate which makes you thrive,
Seclusion soon will bury you...
and swallow you alive'
Come and go, ebb and flow
fast and slow, time will go
the reality of truth,
will we ever know?
What does it mean, the feeling in between
the good and the evil
Is there such a thing?
Or is it up to me, just to make believe?
Shakespeare said the worlds a stage,
sometimes I feel the world a plague
If I act a fool, if I act a king
if I take a gun and a sling
if I lose my mind to take a drink
or take a drink to lose my mind
does it matter, once we all die?
or am I just high? Please, can I get high?
In the land of sinners, the brothelsloth is King
coming and going, doing as I please
The more I know, the less I care
the less I care, the more I bear
I bear my soul, so that others may know
the lessons I learned, from life, my foe.
Hugs Are Soft
Hugs Are Gentle
Hugs Make You Feel Cared For
The Softness And Gentlessness
Of Giving A Long Tight
Or A Short And Firm Hug
Makes You Feel At Home
Hugs Make You Feel Wanted
It Invites a Sense
Of Warmth Into Your Heart
And It Creates A Sense Of Caring
A Sense Of Compassion
A Sense Of Love
It Soothes Your Soul
It Calms Your Mind
Love Is Patient
And Love Is Kind
Asking Nothing More Than
Love And Caring Words
In A Simple Action
Says More Than I Love You
Feels More Than I Care About You
And Most Importantly
You Feel Loved
You Feel Cared For
Because Everyone Deserves Love
Everyone Deserves Someone
Who Loves Them Unconditionally
Everyone Deserves Someone
Who Cares About Them Whole
Through the wet and rainy streets,
Cloaked in the liar's contacts. and bloody sheets
You know not of where you go,
But the blood you walk over and sew.
In this time, you believe you are okay,
Okay with murder that goes throughout the day
Through the homeless cries and terror
It's not your life or your own error
What's another's heart to hold in your hand mean?
If it doesn't give you the satisfaction and the attention of a queen?
Maybe somewhere, within your sickest dreams
Perhaps piercing the thickness, you can hear humanity screams
and in some part of your mind you care,
Or fail again, laughing maniacally as the blood drips in cold despair
Somehow, their commotion to you is entertaining
The bickering and troubles all the more sustaining
and yet somewhere, deep down, you realize it's not right.
But the sickness blinds you again, back again in the fright
Morality is like your brother, inside your mind, telling you it's wrong
But your voice cries out more louder, constantly crying, "But do I belong?"
and the shadow creeps in control of your hands and strikes again,
Like an old friend you've parted with that was poison, comes back attempting to explain
They say you are fine and you will be okay.
Like you say, except you are actually mentally astray
As the hand of sickness inside your mind plans out the next move
In reality you are empty, she says you have nothing to prove
The disgusting woman that is called society
Bringing forth what you tell others is anxiety
She holds you tight, like a incoherent mother
Whispering to you as she smothers you "There is no other"
Somehow throughout all that you have, depression calls,
Your father, comes to tell you "Despite the beautiful colors, you live within empty walls"
You cry for them to stop speaking
But they stop for none, they continue their horrid shrieking
As you fall to the ground, you try to escape by sleeping,
But it's only for a few hours, and time is weeping
You try to deny the things that you have mean and done
You salute to the cracked, and broken blurred skies of failure, and with it a black sun
Forever bringing a slanted shadow, that was once you, pleading "Bring me back, this wasn't really fun"
You yearn for something deep down, but without purpose for some reason
and your faces change again and again, like the months and the season
You know not anymore of what the world means to you
Forever alone you will be, cursed, trapped in your built igloo.