Short Verse

Dream, Dream

 

Dream, Dream.......

 

"Dream, Dream little boy as you sleep with your head in the clouds. Visions of death wrapped in your ceremonial shrouds. This is the future, that blissful ignorance that has become your drug your cure. That bleek reality, those demented thoughts you must see. Welcome to the circus, the mad house wasteland that is us.

 Our souls blacker than the night, our hearts cold to what is decent, what is right.

Let me collapse into this coma, replase to be that low man.

Sleep, Sleep, as your nightmare takes it's shapes.

The beauty of those eyes only devours and only takes."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pretty much just wrote this on the fly.

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Saw God

.............Saw God today, asked if he would stay and chat. To sit and rap, asked him about the other day and what he would say. He smiled and put his hand to my shoulder. "Today my son, your 24 hours older. The gift of life is that you live, the beauty is that you don't even need to believe." Today my God, spoke to me. In a world of darkness I can still see, where hope becomes a treasured thing in a world of curelity kindness reveals it's beauty. That life, good or bad is a dream some wished they had.......

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wanted to dedicate this short piece to all those who had lost someone long before their time. Many of us forget how lucky we really are to get to expierence this ride we know as life.

Say 'Short Verse #5'

"SAY, what is your name? I want to know, how you play this game.
SAY, I heard you talking my way. Whispering, 'how was your day?'
This is how you walked away, saying I was to blame.
This is where I figured out, you are all the same.

Witches and Wizards cast their spells, get their kicks
disquised intentions reveal themselves by their charms and tricks.
Maybe I should just give up, where I had a damn good run.
SAY, is this what you wanted, was this your plan?
Beat me until you complete your scam.
Break my will until I can no longer stand.
SAY, what was your name? I want to know, because I no longer want to play."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hmmm not sure exactly who I can explain this one, sorta just came to me.

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Short Verse #4

"They say Im a narcists this all coming from a communist.
Slavery is the name of the game. Pick your drug chose your pain.
Walk the wall past the firing squad, saying a prayer to your god.
Will you look death in the eyes, never compromise to the lies.

I'll share with you my deffinition of Insanity.....
Obssesed with vanity, blind to see, your true beauty.
Obssesed to walk, nothing sought, your soul was bought.
I will visit your grave, on that solem day, and I will say,
your a pawn, your a slave. Open your eyes and just maybe a future can be saved."

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