Lyfe

 If lyfe was easy if lyfe was sweet

If there were no struggle or ugliness on the streets

If beauty in the world outweigh the poverty surround

Dreams of running through fields of lilies

Smelling a sweet red rose 

Lyfe we all wish to behold 

Lyfe is what we make it, shape, embrace it, take it, create it

Lyfe isn't easy and sweetness is rare to be found

We struggle each day with the horror around

Peace, we hear about seen rarely 

Lyfe, I want to bury my head and not

Listen to all the shit how lyfe is only

Meant for the rich

The poor must submit

Never will they get

To have what they wish

All bullshit

If lyfe was easy, if lyfe was sweet

There would be no crying in the streets

Mothers’ tears would not wash away the blood stains

Of her children spilled

The homeless would have a place to 

Lay their heads

The hungry would be fed

And the earth would give back its dead

Lyfe is reality

 

 

In The Future

 

 Is this some kind of joke some kind of hoax?

Times has its way of moving on

Leaving a lot of us behind

Thinking tomorrow or next

I’ll fix any debts

Forgive any sins

Reconcile to the past

Then you look up and tomorrow

Is gone

And you’re saying to yourself

What have I done?

Letting time move on

And you’ve fallen asleep

Thinking you have tomorrow

To depend on

But tomorrow never comes

The future is no more

When its too late to have those

Feelings atoned for and seeking forgiveness

In the future

 

 

When

When do you just let it go and accept what you now know?

When it’s all said and finished don’t let that voice keep telling you

It was all your fault 

When does the anger subside?

When does the hurt end and the healing begin?

When are you able to awaken from a nightmare created?

When do you stop hating decisions made in the light of passion?

When in the dark of desire, it all made sense

When will the rage built up turn to embers and segue to ash?

When will the duplicity be understood?

When will the betrayal no longer matter?

When will life return to what’s normal and all thoughts revert

Back to a positive mind

When will the silent tears stop falling and the sunshine is more welcomed?

When will the guilt be lifted?

When does the end become the beginning?

 When it takes only one to undo what vows were taken

When does a god you pray to hears your please?

And take vengeance

When do you stop asking questions?

You know the answers to

When, when, when…

 

 

 

 

 

Methodical

 

Method to madness

Well thought out plan

Efficient in the art of deception

Coherent to its own understanding

Systematic keeping account of injury

Analytic brain adding and separating life

Punctilious to its own pleasure

Meticulous behavior of madness

Disciplined to pain

Diligent in failings

Rigorous aggressive nature 

Of disappointment precise

Methodical

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I am not preaching or ranting but there has been so much going on lately around the world it amazes me why would anyone want to keep trying to survive all the mayhem and destruction, the injustice is God listening?  

The cries and moans of his women losing their children, men, father’s cradle empty arms.  Are we so lost we cannot see the beautiful rainbow in between the hate and disillusion?  

Does he see our innocence being lost on the cold streets of the concrete jungle? 

This cannot be all there is to life…

Faith, love, hope, peace, unity, justice, have just become words lost in alterations

I bow my head in submissiveness wondering what is next, what is next, what is next….

 

Conflicted

Conflicted emotions

No emotions

Love, hate

Rich, poor

Happy, sad

Damn if I do damn if I don’t

Break the cycle

Cycle can’t be broken

Rest, no sleep

Mind troubled

Troubled with what’s going on in my mind

Round, square

Up, down

Does it ever end?

Conflicted

Junes Tears

Little drops from heaven

Each one a remembrance

Of a day the light in my life suddenly vanished

And here I sit now reflecting on a time

I felt would never heal a time when my tears

Were my bed and the questions in my head

Kept asking why my light had to go away

Barely a beginning didn’t have the chance

To grasp the meaning of tomorrow when he was

Fighting for today

The tears fall with each remembrance

A heart breaks with each reflection

My pain so ingrained in my being I didn’t

Believe I’d ever breathe again

Still I existed to be the fortress for visitors

Who saw what they wanted a soul strong and unbending

But inside part of me was lost and in the shadows my

Tears were my ghosts as my pain never let me forget

June tears would always be commemoration of the day

My light was no more

Feelings Escaping

I don’t know if I should cry

Scream, curse, get pissed or simply

Accept the fact the human psyche

Is strange to dissect

My heart feels

My soul aches

My tears are cleansing

Inside I carry them

Drowning my pain

But my pain knows how

To swim

Wrong Turn

Turn left no take a right

Directions on sign

Obscured to vision

Is this my test?

Left lane or right

Fork in the road make a U-turn

What’s next?

Damn navigation system is speaking

In a language that doesn’t exist

Pull out the road map

Now I’m even more confused

Dead end a head keep on driving

Put on the breaks

This will not be my fate

To end on a wrong turn

The End

Beautiful words put into verse convey all the things

She couldn't say but desired too

Their time had come full circle and now

She was ready to move on

He didn't want their love to end

Couldn't understand why she was

Walking away from him

Something’s aren't meant to be assumed

Love comes, love dies

That’s part of the mystery of life

As the verse entered its next stanza

She gave him one last glance over her shoulder

As the song slowly played out

She carefully walked out the door

Her farewell to an

End to a love song

Chasing Paper Airplanes

I sit I watch waiting for the chance to catch whispers

Floating in the air

Sky azure white clouds dance between the sun and earth

Days shorten still I sit I watch

Making wishes futile if I’m to believe

Happiness is just a dream

Catch a falling tear drop on fingertip

I sit I watch

Breathe in breathe out

In the light of day things are clear

Gaze up at the heavens

Wondering if God really does exist

Say a prayer if He does maybe He will hear

Retrace my thoughts

I sit I watch

A little girl lost

A young woman found

A bitter pill goes down with a spoon of honey

Is life on a merry go round?

Spinning to infinity

I sit I watch

Finality to a days end

Chasing paper airplanes

Life's a Bitch

Life’s a bit**

gets its kicks off

your problems

delivering a ransom to

priceless for payment

Destroying any self respect

you fought so hard to get

in the end all you

have is the life

you’re left with

Rose

A rose striving to bloom
In a garden
Full of thorns and thistles
Chocking off its life
It hangs it head
While watching each of its petals fall
The sun can no longer break through
The gray mist that hovers above
The air is pungent from the carcasses
That lay near
A rose of beauty so delicate
Smells of sweetness
It's all in vain
No one will ever see its loveliness
Breathe in its fragrance
No one will behold its grace
No one will miss it; it's just another
Flower gone
Swallowed up in a bed of evil
To weak to fight for the right to belong
It hangs its head in defeat
As the last petal falls