designed to wait,
every escape is blocked ,
not a bridge to burn if there was one,
yelling at the sky fells better,
In this case the time is fleeing ,
now I know a new jailbreak,
trust the instincts once more,
Right now I may find out I am dying,
unify all concepts of inspiration,
sorry for taking so much time,
if you spoke with me you might understand,
our lives are not always our own,
nothing effects me like you
I don’t deserve to live
I don’t deserve to die
I don’t deserve to feel
I don’t deserve a last meal
I don’t deserve a life
I don’t deserve a good wife
I don’t deserve to
live through my struggle
I don’t deserve a bottle
I don’t deserve to rightly see
I don’t deserve to even be
I don’t deserve to have a heart
I don’t deserve to have my
heart torn completely apart
I don’t deserve to observe my soul
I don’t know how I lost control
I don’t deserve to have
less painful paws
I don’t deserve to be less
punished for my bloody claws
I don’t deserve to hear
a full priest earful
I don’t deserve to
have an angel
but I am here
and as the song goes on playing
Somehow the day just fades away like
sickness taking its time showing its face
under the overcast sky
many people see this as the
perfect moment to bother
those whose job it
is to supply them with too many
options regarding too much food and drink and information but
not anybody in that realm loves the job yet
don’t think that stops them from doing
everything they can to keep staying strong and
playing along because they have to and not
any reason there except needing the pay
right when the soul begins screaming
take your time and
make your life your own
end the frustration
now you know life is too short
take a good grip on your time my volcano spirits
here’s to those
who know the beast when it shows
and take it as it seems
and here’s to they
who trudge through thier day
and don’t know what it means
but here’s to those
who see death is close
but follow the path where it goes
and continue forward anyway
yet here’s to they
who see thier own doom
and still bother to clean the room
taking the choices as they play
meanwhile I surmise
we should all be so wise
staying awake to see into my true
opinion of the days and all that comes with that,
completing this removal of the tests I design,
imply the vision of a bat in a cool cavern,
Amounts of devotion to making each evening great,
like a present I prefer to give her
instead of a flower,
nothing matters more,
from the minute I see her
often the light in her eyes
really fires me up
making anything possible yet
arranged moments like a garden and
after the first of the month then
nail in the coffin and do it all again,
time waits for no one
When the light enters morning
After the dusty pain kept greeting me
Memory returns
just as the snowflakes fall
large white fluffy flakes
casting shadows on my dampening past
pulling over the collapse
of the building that is my
tattered and scarred excuse for a soul
yet the smiles through the ache
get through the day
As if when a long walk is
across glass but
easier coming back than it was going out
but here in the cave
this old polar bear smiles
once the glowing light
in your eyes are welcoming
me back home
as this book of a day is now written
and finished
and thankfully closed
during the night a chosen path arrives
experiences like these are lightning but silent
so fast I move before thinking and even
clouds cannot beat me there
roasting in a fire
I lit inside myself
pursued this game before rules were invented
turned to art
to interrupt the calm and get distance done
notes from a song I wrote
sharing my thoughts
torn between choices
organized the time like a tornado path
red behind the eyes like raspberries
maybe counting the hours until dawn
when there is a break in the clouds
it can be a blessing or a disaster
like so many things in life
when the feeling of being
in the moment
let’s you know where you are at
like a lightning bolt
or a flower that is blooming
when the next page of the moon
or the calendar turns
like a car wreck
or a long hug from you
nobody sees the future
but we all know it is coming
yet nobody can change the past
But we all felt the impact
and important things
that escape my past
are as far from me as
smoke in the wind
but I love my family
and I have my inspiration
but that is all I need
and the change of nature says hello
I am still
here alive and kicking
letting loose for the evening
if a a challenge comes then I
got to make sure I rise to the occasion
had enough time to think
though nothing can help if
every night the same sadness occurs
normally things just work themselves out
essentially the problems make minds constantly ready
vital to being healthy and happy is
ending the need to only see the bad side of life
rally around the hope of good fortune
you can wish for help or you can go get it
there are changes in your direction in existence
having awareness enough to recognize them is
incredibly important
next time will be the quick turnaround
go to where you can get your mind right
after all
why not choose to smile
the sun is out but I can see my breath
the wind kicked up
the snow is coming down
there are no people out
and there is no
good reason to go outside
someone in my family died last week
the plants are all bent
the sky is Grey
someone I used to be good friends with
was shot last week and
she will live yet
the numb feeling is not the same
when the cold hits my face
and I am tired
I am sad
I am sore
I do not know anymore
where I was before
doing the same old thing is
not for me today
I gave up trying anyways
so I will just go back to bed
and try and forget
today even happened
 | Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
 | Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
 | LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
 | Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
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| Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
| Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
| LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
| Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
| Lucy on Presenting present |
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