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I Have an Unknown Friend

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light








A Faceless Crisis

A face crumbles to the floor

and the question grows
No trace to find the locked door
Within it's secrets, trapped
and soon I will become the silence
Still without an identity mapped

and soon I will become the faceless shadow
Fast to soon slip away
With the colors gone and hollow
To bathe within the crumbles from my face
and the answer departs
Leading to nothing but empty space.

Forever to climb a mountain, a mountain called past 

Titles are for squares

This sweet cesspool hastens me to death

Feel my fading life and fleeting breath

I hope in the end; certainty of what was meant

And until then, I reject social constructs

I implore you look up!

What are we a smaller part of?

Some intricate tapestry, it could be ANYTHING

Entertain the thought, and lose your 'sanity'

Think for yourself, don't blindly follow

Or you may regret it on the morrow

After you've lead your life as though it were prescribed

And never once pondered the nature of the ride༄

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by mescaline...I'm committed not addicted

"The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is"

-Khalil Gibran

Who's To Say For Certain?

Who's to say for certain...we're to be here come tomorrow,

when we can't say for certain...that through time we'll end the sorrow?

And who could come to say here...all we've spoken's ode to pain,

when we can't state so clearly...what we long here to explain?

 

Who's to say for certain...all's at ease within the light,

when lost beneath the stars here...we still cry out to the night?

Just place me back in meadows...when I dreamt in blissful ways,

quite sure I'd soon awaken...where her echoed music plays.

 

Oh, who's to say for certain...time won't disregard my part,

when only kept in waiting...seem the songs within my heart?

Well captured by this silence...'til the truth here rings for free.

Still yet to say for certain...'cause it couldn't fall in key.

 

"I'd but only tried to see."

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The New Eve

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Tell me this. If you could, would you stop Eve from eating the apple?

Would you prevent the fall from grace? Would you save humanity?

Would you preserve the immortality of man? Tell me now, would you?

 

Let us keep going. Now, would you stop the bondage of the Hebrew people?

Would you stand behind the Pharaoh or Moses himself?

 

Oh, but we mustn't stop now! Would you tell King David not to watch her bathe?

Would you tell Solomon of his apostacy? Or would you simply watch as the kingdom fell?

 

A final test. Would you stop the betrayal? Yes, would you tell Judas "don't do it"?

Would you deny Him three times? 

Would you yourself stop the passion?

 

For me, the answer is clear. No. 

God is not naive, he had always known Eve would fall and he had always known what must be done.

If just one was stopped the dominos would fall.

I would not stop the salvation. But I will sit with the New Eve at the foot of the passion and I too will weep.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I myself am not very religion in anyway nor am I claiming to be, this is simply my interpritation of the chronology of some biblical events and their relation to the fall from grace

Well of waste

I want to drown myself in coffee.. I want to melt into every part of you.

beauty lies within the eyes, so what you expell is what you put out, & in turn recieve.. 

& in those times you bleed, & feel ugly, know it's all a part of being set free.

 

crippled, I stand.

shaking, my hand.

waving, goodbye... I let out a sigh.

why bother to ask? alone at last.. comfort in this clasp..

the suffocation of myself. 

 

breathe, be, clear my eyes with water, in attempt to better see. 

I can't bare anymore to feel the black shroud of this clouded memory..

my heart cries out for clarity..

envisioning the future, I climb..

but we all tend to fall a little short in the grasp of time.. 

 

how I wish to call you darling.. & stroke your hair..

caressing the sides of your face, & playing with the jewelry in your ears..

i'm sorry I couldn't of done better.. for my family has the tendency to fight & fetter.. 

 

another sunny day, wasted away.. I kind of wish I could lie down in my grave, & rest eternally..

maybe so many of us are unhappy because we never stop searching, we never let our heart or mind get a rest..

we always push ourselves further, & wonder why it seems like a test.. 

why haven't my eyes bled out yet...? why am I still here..?

this fear is parasitic.. consuming your insides.. till it's all that's left there... 

 

if I were to die, i'd hate to know he got the satisfaction of my silence...

the suffering I endured, creating massive hurricanes of inner violence.. 

i'll try now, to bring up a well of pity... just for you.. maybe i'll even throw in a penny, or dime..

but not a quarter, cause you were never worth my time.....

 

if you continue.... I hope you fall on your face someday, & land on my grave...

when you do, i'll be sure to pull you straight through, down under, to burn in hells fire..

this is one of my many darkest desires..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.4.13

My question

What is life?
Is it your memories of old,
Is it the actions of present,
Or is it the fear of the foretold?

What is age?
Is it the scars on your body,
Is it the winkles of skin,
Or is it the year on your ID?

What is time?
Is it the hands on the clock,
Is it the 4-digit year,
Or is it the thing that doesn't stop?

What is death?
Is it your result of living,
Is it the end,
Or is it your beginning?

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Celebrity?

You look at them,
You admire them,
And sometimes, you get influenced by them..
What is it that makes them a celebrity?

Are they Martians?
Are they dragons?
Are they not Earthlings?
What is it that makes them a celebrity?

They have two hands,
They have two legs,
They even have equal eyes, ears and hair(almost),
What is so different that makes them a celebrity?

Today, I shall disclose,
the secret of all of their charisma
And the power that they possess..
Is it something special in a celebrity?

It is the initiative,
It is the passion,
It is the creative genius!
Is it all that makes them a celebrity?

It is the talent and the sheer devotion
It is the courage,
That many of us don't have.
So, they are taking pain to stay a celebrity?

We, society, have differentiated ourselves
As the admirer's class
And the celebrity class,
It never comes to mind, what is the truth..

There are many ways to get there
And many have gotten there
The only question that you have to ask is,
"How can I become a celebrity?"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First poem..
Driven by deep inner voice..

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Who I want to be

The taste of blood
The smell of fire
I'm captivated
By the death all around me

Should I be afraid?
Should I feel something?
Is this all there is?
Am I missing something?

Your lifeless eyes,
Are telling me secrets.
It's no surprise,
I can't understand what they're saying

Can something be done,
To stop all the madness?
Can this war be won?
I'm sick of your sadness
It's killing me.

I'm dying,
I'm wasting,
I'm wilting,
I'm waiting,

For a prince who will never arrive,
It's time to decide.
Who I want to be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another song/poem. Also, not the whole thing. This one is played on guitar, a lot of drum work. One of my favorites, please comment and let me know what you think!