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Someday soon
I'm gonna quit what's killing me
The pain in my side's not by choice
But I beg to be free
I remember the days
When it was all in fun
Now my head is loaded
And its aimed at this gun
I quit the beer....
But it never quit me
This first steps the hardest
And the anger goes deep
Most will say it's a downer
But it makes me feel good
My last chance is death
I'd give it up if I could
I look for reasons
To justify what I do
But I'm guessing it stems back
To my past that's the truth
I'm already broken
And it helps me write songs
This habit loves heartache
That's why we get along
I quit the beer....
But it never quit me
This first steps the hardest
And the anger goes deep
Most will say it's a downer
But it makes me feel good
My last chance is death, I'm full of regret
I'd give it up if I could
Poured out my last cold ones
Many times down the drain
To only go buy more
In just a few days
When my hearts steady racing
I pray to the Lord
Let me make it through this night, I see the good in my life
But He knows I'm lying once more
I quit the beer....
But it never quit me
This first steps the hardest......
And the anger goes....... deep
(A COLLABORATION BY NATASHA L SCRAGG AND ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI)
The luscious, long, green grass
Sways and sweeps and flows.
How far, how fast will this wind travel?
No one really knows!
This same wind could stir up
Whirls and waves in all seas.
This powerful force makes nature dance.
Our senses this does please.
Though it can be disruptive
On a minor or major scale,
It can uproot trees, tear roofs off houses,
It can delay or prevent sails...
It still has its boundaries.
This can be assuring to all, to me and you.
We can't see the wind
But its effects are in plain view.
Sometimes the wind teases us,
Playing with our hair,
Or has us swatting at thistles and leaves
Flying through the air.
The wind can be kind,
Tell to us our coffee's hot.
Or to move our rude cigar,
From its blowing spot.
Wind can be a gentle reminder,
To put on our kid's jacket
Or to lower our voice,
During a downwind racket.
It is always there soft or strong
And never with a hue, that is...
We can't see the wind
But its effects are in plain view.
Man does not die in a shout, but in silent whispers fading into forgetfulness,
he does not fall under the weight of hunger, but under the burden of lovelessness,
for his soul is like a flower that knows not the light,
and without the warmth of another's heart, it begins to wither slowly, in silence.
An embrace is a silent song of bodies meeting,
a language that requires no words, yet heals wounds you never knew you bore,
when someone's arms wrap around you, you feel your walls crumble,
and their body's warmth reminds you that you are alive, that you are whole.
Without love, man wanders like a nomad without a sky,
losing the meaning of each day, like a forgotten star in the firmament,
and dies little by little, with every moment of absence,
with every moment he was not touched, loved, seen.
Love is the purest medicine, a balm for invisible wounds,
a heart loved asks not for pills or empty promises,
but simply the sincere touch of a soul that knows how to see,
and a simple embrace can melt away years of silence.
Think of a child who does not know what love means,
he will not smile, will not laugh, but will sink into a heavy silence,
and that silence will follow him, turning into a void,
a void that will make him search all his life for what he lacked.
The same is true for the soul of an adult who has not been embraced,
who has not known the warmth of true love,
he becomes a shadow lost on the streets of his own life,
desperately seeking a bridge to another.
Love is the root of life, the unseen thread that binds us,
the bridge that brings us closer to others and to ourselves,
and when you love, you nourish the other’s soul,
giving hope where there was only darkness.
Remember: a hug can save a lost heart,
a sincere love can transform a darkened soul,
like a child rediscovering his smile under the gentle rays of the sun.
Love, touch, heal, for love is our only light,
and in that light, you will find the answers you sought in silence.
I’m sorry I curse at you with every breath.
I’m sorry I sometimes wish you death.
I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted.
I’m sorry your dreams for me are haunted.
I’m sorry I detest STEM.
I’m sorry I love what you condemn.
I’m sorry you got kids you didn’t want.
I’m sorry I’m not someone you can flaunt.
I’m sorry for a great many things,
but I’m not sorry for everything.
I’m not sorry for wanting to be better than you
I’m not sorry for wanting a heart so true
I’m not sorry for not chasing success
I’m not sorry my life isn’t a game of chess
I’m not sorry for pointing out your flaws
I’m not sorry your preferences aren’t laws
I’m not sorry for having a favorite parent
I’m not sorry mom’s love for me is apparent
I’m sorry for a whole lot
but for everything, apparently not
I hope someday we can laugh about this
and that our relationship won’t be amiss.
I do love you dad
You just make me really sad
Born to strive and arrive at your destination
Life will spin us around
We are born to win
Because there is a solution to fix the problem
It might not seem easy now
But I promise you it will happen at the right time
First, we fall
And then we get back up
Because we were not born to give up!
It might not seem easy now
But I promise you it will happen at the right time
We will face many walls
The storm will teach us to stand tall
As our character is stretched
We start to see our mistakes
Then we realize
Through our anger, we want to win
But this can only happen when
We understand our hunger for victory
It might not seem easy now
But I promise you it will happen at the right time
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I’m in a dream world most of the time
To escape reality because of all the war and crime
I sharpen my skill using my minds hone
I want to be as close as I can to the zone
My problems seem to grow bigger with every hour of every day
I hear you talking clearly but I’m a million miles away
I stay up in the clouds away from the confusion
I’ve created my paradise island will you visit my delusion
To stay away from anger and the constant hate
Go to your own place where your fantasies did formulate
My problems seem to grow bigger with every hour of every day
I hear you talking clearly but I’m a million miles away
If its all to much and you think you might flip
Get away from it all and take a needed head trip
Release your stress and watch it flow
Go to your imagination beyond the end of the rainbow
My problems seem to grow bigger with every hour of every day
I hear you talking clearly but I’m a million miles away
Never in secluded pools they dwell,
I speak of ornate waterfalls,
they rise and fall majestically,
near docks, wharves and piers,
sparkle, gleam, smooth flow trickle,
eye balm whirl fantastic perk on tap,
stickybeak on podium rapids,
instigator signage when our trek seems dull,
but reflection is a gem warp cataract,
kinetic rebound ocean wave backbeat,
which in fact an upfront blissful target,
hardly ever missing opal bulls-eye,
environmental bubbles that somehow never burst,
indulge outlandish fare Promethean,
spurt on vermillion lanyards pendant sweep,
dream paint sunrise clementine tincture,
daub acrylic spree through pale moon orb,
squeeze tube lambent hue past frail mandala,
eternal sepia a light touch pristine shroud,
that loiters over urban life force ripple,
flaunt your image rich abundant fire
Just as God cast Lucifer from his Millennial Kingdom
So too have I been ousted from your Turbulent Heaven
And as a fallen general would fall on his sword
So too do I feel icy metal piercing my flesh
The doc withdraws my blood
I've been coming to this hospital for years
The old wound healed, and tore itself apart again
And yet I'm here for a new reason
I'm surprised I could fall asleep on this hospital bed
But after a day of hard work
Of hard knocks
I could probably sleep on a knife
I can only stifle a laugh
Why draw blood when I still have so much on my face?
Between my swollen eye and cut lip
Your hand drew nasal blood quite effectively
I came here believing I was already dead
Or at the very least praying that the doc could kill me
Or help me take all the pain away otherwise
Because I do want to see what the future holds
You spent a good week in the psych ward yourself
I wanted the same results you got
But the world doesn't turn the same
For those who admit they want to die
It's been a rough six months
A swirl of colors painted my gray skies
Requiems of gold and silver, turbulent pink and brown
Ended with the deepest greens and darkest reds
There's nothing left around here for me
At least, nothing resembling how it used to be
And I can't run back to the other town
Now that I've burned my scholastic career to cinders
So just as I was two years ago
I'm bedridden with no escape
And this time without the friend I've had for so long
Or a shadow of a promise of hope
I want to make you mine,
not just in whispered promises,
not just in silent prayers,
but in the life we build, brick by brick,
hand in hand.
But my hands empty, searching
grasp only air where security should be.
Not because I do not try,
not because I do not dream,
but because the world demands more
than love alone.
I am not afraid of struggle.
I am not ashamed of waiting.
But I fear the days slipping,
the distance stretching,
the time that asks me, "When?"
when I have no answer yet.
I do not want to come to you
with only poetry in my pockets,
with only love in my voice.
I want to bring you a future,
solid as the ground beneath our feet,
safe as the home I will build for us.
So I walk forward,
step by step, fight by fight,
knowing that one day,
when I stand before you,
it won’t just be as a lover
but as the man who kept his promise.
Wake up – Good morning, sleepyhead!
This bright day grows hotter;
Precious are the sun’s playful rays;
Ugliness doesn’t earn any praise;
Today, the flowers are a rare beauty that never dulled
I am amazed, I shall be bold.
Oh Father, make our hearts merry!
Poor souls – don’t be weary tonight!
Wings cannot complete their superb flight;
Majestic MOON must reach its end.
Everything that dies soon comes back to life, I don’t mean to offend;
The twilight sweeps over the city;
I am safe, I long to be free.
Oh Father, make our hearts jump with joy!
Danger is But for a Moment
Which attempts to make us weep like an infant;
Abyss arises, attacking my eyes;
Travelers have survived old and wise;
Stay away from the crow’s talons.
I am terrified, my fears weigh tons.
Oh Father, lend us a pair of sturdy wings!
Courage crawls into my once flawed and fragile heart,
Butterflies persuade me to fly with them – I’m on a good start
Folly follows me with futileness;
Feeling life’s stress overwhelm me with distress;
I hath no eyez to see its sight, replacing lament with love
Heartless heart destroys the Earth for good
I am needy; I want to gobble up spiritual food
Oh Father! Let me experience an awe-inspiring rebirth!