Who Answers (First Draft)

Today is the day when it all goes to dust,

Fire,

Implosion,

Explosion,

It doesn’t really matter.

What does is if we are like a phoenix.

And as it does will we rise from the ashes.

If we do when will it be.

And if we do, are we a new person,

Born again,

Or are we effected by the past,

By all it’s people,

By all it’s problems,

By all it’s omens?

Omens which kind?

Or are omens able to be good and bad?

Evil,

Good,

Past good?

Past evil?

Is there such?

Is there perfection,

And if so can we be it?

Can perfection be bad?

Prefectly bad?

Is that the only way it can exist?

What about love?

Oh the holy “Heart”

Their words do ring so true.

But is it just the ring?

Are they true,

Or is it just appearing to be so.

By the time the waves hit our ears, and they translate through our minds,

Are they altered?

Are our minds even capable of comprehending perfection?

Truth?

Honesty?

Do any of these really exist?

Or are they just impossible goals invented to make  the young strive for the best?

But is best for them?

Is it their best?

Or is it societies?

But aren’t we society?

Why can’t we change?

Who answers.

First draft of "How do you?"

When the hope seems gone,
When no one sings along,
When I sit, turn away,
Try to forget the day.
How do you know what to say.
When all I can do is sit and pray
How do you know what to say
To get me to go on and lay
On your shoulder?
How do you know what to say?
So easily cast away,
The pain and the problems of today,
The ill and the hatred coming my way.
How do you know what to say?
To make it go away?
How do you see through the wall I’m putting up?
How do you blast through the bricks,
And push out all those evil tricks.
How do you make me stay,
How do you make me want to say
All of my problems,
Give it away.
Oh, when I’m on that edge,
The one where it feels like a sledge
Hammers dug out that hole
Where my heart was.
How do you say,
Just the right thing,
You know I don’t need no diamond ring,
I don’t need a box of candy,
I don’t even need you to sing.
Baby all I need is you.
You lookin’ in my eyes,
And saying everything will be ok,
I don’t know why I believe it,
But oh baby I do.
Only with you.
Do I not need that gun.
Your love does more,
Then I ever knew
Could ever be done.
Baby your love makes me spill
All that makes me ill.
All the love I have can’t even fulfill
The minimum you deserve.
Oh how much I owe
You baby you are the one.
The one who makes that wall disappear,
The one who makes problems cower in fear.
When you look into my eyes,
Your love over flows,
And fills up the rest of yours,
The love that I can’t yet convey

Lie On The Bridge

This is a poem I wrote a few months ago... My best yet, but belive it or not it was the first I wrote for fun. When you don't do art for fun, and there is no freedom, it won't be as good as when there is. Paint by numbers, is like life by numbers. And we all know life does not go as planned, however hard we try to make it.


Lie On the Bridge

Lie on the bridge,

As a car in traffic,

As a fisherman waiting for his prey,

As a photographer watching the sun set to insure the best shot,

Lie on the bridge,

Wait for the urge to squirm,

To go back,

Or to go forward,

Wait for the spirit of life to push you toward the future,

Toward the life you have always envisioned,

Feel the splinters enter your flesh,

Feel the knots in the wood that the carpenter failed to sand down,

Push through the pain and discomfort,

As you inch like an inchworm,

Toward serenity,

Toward inner peace,

Toward total centeredness,

Move to the sun,

The giver of life,

Move not to the nick in the road,

In which you have already wasted enough time in,

Move to the light,

Envision happiness,

Focus on hope,

Fade out the feelings of being stuck,

Fade out the feelings of being in a rut that you will eventually die in,

That you will decompose in and the rut that will be filled with soil,

Inch like an inchworm,

Squirm like an insect under a little boy’s magnifying glass,

Fight the inner pressure to give up,

Feel the sun,

Feel the life,

Feel your spirit,

Feel your body’s will to keep fighting,

Envision in mental and physical health,

Be re-born.

Lie on the Bridge.

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