BLOODY MARY:
I SEE YOU BUT YOU CANT SEE ME,
YOU SAND ALONE?,
AND I WAIT,EVERYDAY
I SEE THE BEATS OF SWEAT ON YOUR HEAD,
I COUNT THE SECONDS UNTIL YOUR DEAD,
THEIR WONT BE TIME TO SHED A TEAR,
JUST SAY THE WORDS I LONG TO HEAR,
BLOODY MARY....BLOODY MARY....BLOODY MARY
PERSON:
YOU SEE ME BUT I CANT SEE YOU..
I STAND ALONE
YOU CAN SEE THE BEATS OF SWEAT ON MY HEAD
YOU COUNT THE SECONDS UNTIL I AM DEAD
THERES NO TIME TO SHED A TEAR
YOU WANT ME TO SAY THE WORDS YOU LONG TO HEAR
BLOODY MARY.....BLOODY MARY....
Poet master my words cost mental disaster.
On a different level plus I never been a actor.
Heart stain with pain but falling ain't a factor.
Eternally bleeding soul drifting faster and faster.
Yet I still stand tall words higher than the pastor.
Yep! pain flowing through my veins driving me insane.
Some may say that my words are more addicted than cocaine.
Lord know that I need help but why can't I pray.
Each night I am begging the lord to meet me halfway.
But we both know that I am beyond reach heart cold and gray.
Bones shatter as my soul start to decay.
Words fill with venom so my religion became pain.
Yet my heart and soul still stand tall in this acid rain
Silent insults triggers quiet pain through rattled body,
sugar coated words never taste good when told from blind eyes,
I see through tasteless lips of lies.
My mind seems far, far away,
at a distance where it can't be reached.
Acceleration of verbal words escapes me,
slowly frustration disturbs the air.
Clear my thoughts of vivid visions,
throw away touched emotions on paper from my wooden led.
Take back my wasteful writings,
and stop this unwanted author at best.
That will never be witnessed by a higher supreme,
my lost words will define me yet,
in another life.
And I don’t understand
As I lay here in bed
The words in my head
The words of the dead
As I lay here in bed
And the marching band plays
To the rhythm I say
In the cold of the day
The rhythm I say
As the funeral band plays
I say good bye to the world
For I never understood
Was love really good
Did I live as I should
I never understood
The perceptions of this mind
What was lost ill never find
Was this life ever mine
Was fate ever kind
The perceptions of my mind
And they play on and on
Forever the song
In a key that is wrong
On a day that is long
As they play on and on
the clouds cover the sky
Hiding the lie
That we all must die
No matter how we try
In hiding the lie
The ghost tolls the bell
To the black gates of hell
I stumbled and fell
In the blackness called hell
To the toll of the bell
Reaching up a hand
To the living land
Choking on sand
As I grasp with my hand
The life of the land
Joining in the choir
The chorus is fire
Death! called the cryer
As the flames rose higher
To the tune of the choir
All pass through fire
If we could just rewind the time
reverse a day or two
we'd say goodbye, have no regrets
of words not spoken to you
If our tears could make a river to heaven
they would not be in vain
the amount we shed would reach you soon
and float you home again
If our love were angels in the sky
it would turn to white from blue
we'd send them all right up to heaven
their aim, to fetch back you
The words not spoken, the tears still fall
the angels never came
the only thing that's certain now
life will never be the same
Full of doubt, full of pain,
Full of heartache yet again,
Time running out so fast it seems,
Actions and hope, what does it mean?
Kind words and deeds will win the day,
Over hate and destruction peace holds sway.
Love will win the final war,
But death will take us and we are no more,
Heed my words as you draw near,
Love not hate and know no fear.
You let me make a fool of myself,
when I said I loved you,
you repeated those words to my best friend.
I'd rather shove a knife through my neck, place a needle in my veins,
because those words that had once made my heart beat faster,
now stops my heart dead cold.
My warm sticky blood covering all aspects of the love I felt,
the scars on my arm will bleed forever more.
Because in all actuality, I may have loved you once,
but I'll hate you forever more.
Till my blood pours no more.
Trial and error are the days upon this earth for tomorrow we shall be but dust
Build not treasures upon this earth for all must come to pass before the Lord
Yet yee might find pleasure beyond the point of the unknown
The realms of earth and heaven fall upon trial, and we all must be judged
Seek to joy for tomorrow isnt promised to no one
Feel for love and always seek it with your all
For perfect love is only found in God
Come forth the poet of love, speak in ink that we might believe in thy words
And I spoke, words of affection, words of hope but above all words of God
For man cant not live by bread alone but by the word of God
Repent that it still isnt too late to make peace with the Lord
He loves with out condition, fall not short of His grace
Embrace what you cant erase
Past is past and can no longer change, if only we learn
If only we trust
Alas I kiss her bony corpse, and I sleep in death
I shall rise again in the ressurection
Where the trumpets will call upon the dead first
To be judged beyond parting change
Come and see, and always believe
A surge of emotion overwhelms me.
I scan your eyes for a clue but
see only misty sadness in deepest blue.
I had watched as you held his hand,
counting breaths, holding yours as
you thought he had drawn his last.
Whispering private words about the past -
pausing, weeping, remembering, watching
as life ebbed away, recalling all your yesterdays.
When words dry up there is only silence
and now silence is all you have;
silent tears, silent words, silent memories.
Still in the stillness, alone in the
solitude as half of a depleted pair.
Sadness hangs in the tear-drenched air.
Frozen in eternity I see you there
still holding his lifeless hand and
I scan your eyes for a clue, a hint of
what to say to you? You look up and
a surge of emotion overwhelms me. Tangible
sadness in eyes of misty blue, and I cry too.
Dreams held captive
Bring fourth thoughts I seldomly reveal
Walk, think, live and soon I shall expire
Similar to love
Deeper than desire
Engraved into my soul
My words burned into my flesh
Death circles beneath me
Stalkin' my last breath
Poetry doesn't exist
Nor do poets whose words are vague
Criticize my own words
Tears develop into rage
I've staged my own death
Hopefully, I'll make the front page.
Look the Pain is Gnawing through ME
Bloody Carcass and IM vain
Say my name I love to hear it
Slur your words with dopeimines
Gasping air from murky wated
Suspended tendon from a wall
Pry a push pin up in Sauder
Burn MY words in alcohol
Winded cause IM getn Evil
Bottems up your gettin high
Didnt quiet meet your level
level let ME let you die
pointing blame Streachy Fingers
said I did it, I denied
Do not judge ME on your level
level let me let you die
In life we are given angels
Some shower us with love
Some teaches us wisdom
Some shield us from harm.
Others guide us through the doorway of life
For every angel
For every blessing
For every victory
We owe a word of thanks.
To my special angel
Thank you,
You have been my pillar
My strength, my guide
An inspiration.
My memories of you will always make all my tomorrows bright
Your words will always have a way of making all my days turn out just right
You are one of those special people that made a great impact in my life.
Part of who I am is because of you
My gentle nature
My humble soul
My willingness to do good
My persistence to achieve
Is a reflection of who you were.
Granddad there are not enough of words to describe my lost
For me you will always be that rose without a thorn
That petal that never withers
You are that star that shines bright at night
that watches over me.
These words, their meaning, it flows freely.
Its as if these words bleed from me, fast and hard as red as blood.
Sometimes it hurts like an angry cut when you go to deep.
These words, misenturprted, scary, wanting, needing, living, breathing.
They have a mind of their own. Their independant of me.
These words leave me dazed, falling behind in watever action i chose.
Some how they are killing me making me cut, drink, they will reach their goal.
These words are cruel, inhumane, empty, suicidal, scandalist, genderist.
I want to slash these words in half, instead they cut right through me.
These words are my enemy, used agaisnt me, mocking me, taunting me.
I want to change them, make them duller, instead they grow sharper.
These words haunt me, stalk me, drug me, cut me, bleed into me.
No matter what I know the truth these words sing a lullaby, as i begin to believe
These words serenade me, leaving me drifting, finally succumbing to slumber.
They leave me tossing and turning till I wake screaming.
These words make me cut deeper and deeper till finally I hit bone..