The never ending interstate
The road we all must drive
Endless wandering is our fate
For the end goal we strive
On the road is where we all thrive
This soothing little ride
We are born and in we all dive
The best part is we tried
The end is nowhere in my sight
The boundless curves and hills
In the never-ending moonlight
On a road filled with thrills
Misguidance is what really kills
I never found a guide
Spinning out here gives me the chills
The best part is we tried
Some go sixty in the twenty five
They find the end too soon
Happiness only comes to those alive
Those singing cheerful tunes
But some must just be immune
Always happy but they all lied
Learned I lost the road on a full moon
The best part is we tried
Very tempting parking spaces
Trap us until we've died
Never got to meet life's grace
The best part is we tried
Who is to say what is right or what is wrong?
You, Me, so called leaders or preachers?
Why are we so worried of becoming the thing set by guidlines and rules of people and ties?
Why are you worried of meeting the love of your life or growing old alone?
Why do you seek a reason to run or hide, not feel worthy enough of being you?
Why do you think the universe sees you a high enough of a being to work against you and not forge your own way in this world and take it?
Why do you think all of the great people were already made in the past and you can’t become the future great?
Fear and believe rule us by media, by misguidance, by birth, rather listen to yourself.
Who are you to think you are weak in this world?
Tomorrow you will do what you thaught you wouldnt do yesterday.
Don’t fear the problems you will create!
Don’t fear love at first sight, no matter what or who it is!
Don’t fear making life your mistress to enjoy the love affair.
“Natural order” are just words by cowards in fear of living and the unknown.
There is another world waiting for you, a better world, a world YOU must create.
P.Paulsen
Lying in bed with so much on her mind
Look a little closer,
And a broken angel is all you'll find.
Her mental illness is a losing war she can't win
Look at her scars dancing on her skin
What is it that takes over her brain
Sometimes happy
Sometimes overly insane
It's begining to rain
The storm is here
As she shuts down
Clutching her pain
Another form of misguidance
Brings her to her fears
The love she had inside has disappeared
She becomes so cold hearted and unfeeling, To justify her mental state of healing.
To have an infatuation on your mind
Through this endless day
The need to make a lonely entity whole
When you love someone they cloud your heart
Bringing forth an illusion that has just begun
Impending love
Tis better to have loved, then never to have loved at all
Such opinionated words
Blissful ignorance to never know your touch
I wish I knew the feel of your kiss
Lessons that are burned, something to never unlearn
Human desires can be misguidance
Bewitched by my own wants
Every breath I laid was all for not
To become emotionally stunted and defenseless
A feeling of numbness
Exhausted from self-pity
To be delusional. I don’t feel anything
But you live and learn
An abstract button, controlling people
the end and beginning joined with a gum
the sky will always be blue not purple
steps calculated since when out of mum
from all fruits, one's sure road is the Apple
decisions and choices in a total sum
following the path may be quite simple
listen to the beats of the inner drum
misguidance on the way causes a cramp
that is normal and a minor torture
passing through dark path with no needed Lamp
causing night bruises way beyond suture
each middle station has a leading stamp
holding the address of the near future.
The truth is there is no truth,
we search for answers when there is no proof,
the lie is, everything,
why seek the fall when it is spring.
Blossom on your own today,
because that seems to be the only way,
if you do not you will regret,
for this is the greatest prerequisite.
When misguidance misguides you,
only then you will know that i am true,
until then live very humble,
i will be your crutch if you stumble.
But live for you and no one else,
the awe is hidden in this wealth.
From a little of chatter
From the gossip of so- called friends
They revealed another side
Of the person I knew
I trusted, I loved
I couldn’t believe them at first
But it grew so real
It went so beyond the border
I couldn’t imagine that person
Would not tell me
I thought that person was a better person
I can never believe how he had to lie to me like that
From the other people who told me
From the way they selfishly said it
My view of the other person has changed completely
Was it a sign of God?
Should I walk away from that person?
Is that person bad?
Would he do something that would harm me?
Scattered questions in my head talked to me
As I breathed in misguidance
I hardly continued the day
Wishing I never knew…
The night was long and restless,
So I watched the sun come up,
As I sat, watched, and listened,
The trees whispered sweet nothing in my ears,
While the birds played me an undiscovered melody,
And in this moment of nirvana,
I realized a key element of my life,
In this corrupt world of miscommunication and misguidance,
THERE IS STILL PEACE,
Not through sex, drugs, or music,
But through the eyes of a child,
The warmth of a loved one,
The look of happiness and excitement on a strangers face,
And YES the silence in the early morning dew misting the grass,
As I stared in at the beauty not yet defined by another,
PEACE,
And So as I sat watching the trees sway back and forth bringing life into this
death bound world,
I sat…
Listened…
And Felt something that I thought could only be felt in a dream,
I felt Peace
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