Evolve to Suffer

This world’s complex
and life is bliss
I went from an adult back to a kid
and now my heart
is not confined
I’m above the chaos of our time
I don’t covet wealth
because life is cheap
I won’t define myself by my beliefs
some people are sheep
they walk the line
the laws of men are no laws of mine

Not Another Day

Impulsive or compulsive

Either way it’s not conducive

Living with this disorder

Can’t be good for my liver

Obsessions, when do they stop?

Compulsions, when do I stop?

Let me illustrate and reiterate

My demons make me infuriated

To the point, man, I really want to escape this

Live everyday like your last?

These hours go by fast

Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past

Always with the imagery and self coping insanity

That broke me and continues to break me.

Another day, no not another day

I just got out, please let me stay away.

Love or Help

You live to love,
When you love to give.
That life you never had
Like forever, had no wealth.
Still had a hand to help.

All I have is
dreams for myself
grand plans for world
and words to rhyme with strength.

The world will change,
it depends on range
of rage or love we raise.
Well thats a phase of world,
where we stay
some for months, some for days
or its a game we play
and score to glee.

All above,
We live to love
and we need to give.

Rivers

I feel the shell cracking
warmth bleeds into my being
and everyone around me
is here to lift me to my feet
a tear rolls slowly down my face
followed by a friend
my swelling heart cannot deny
its instinct to defend
the scars I wear would testify
I faded from the scene
can a broken heart metastasize
into permanent disease
the help I need is unprepared
for what I need to be
uncensored and defiant
I just want to be free

Evolve to suffer

This world’s complex
and life is bliss
I went from an adult back to a kid
and now my heart
is not confined
I’m above the chaos of our time
I don’t covet wealth
because life is cheap
I won’t define myself by my beliefs
some people are sheep
they walk the line
the laws of men are no laws of mine

The Return

The Return… Ive waited in the womb,
Hidden in the ink pens bowls…..
I imagine death and gloom,
More blood than A movie director allows!

The Return… I will fight to make sure,
My writing pens remembered…..
Take note, your antidote is no cure,
For you think you have me hindered…

The Return… Ill continue to push this pen,
Into obscurity if I must….
My stanzas succomb to the sin,
And ive over come ‘writers-block’s lust!!!!