Immortal - Poem - Song - 2014Could he be a immortal?
A knight? A noble steed?
No, he just a human being.
Who would ever knew.
The light would shine on you.
Who would ever knew.
That you would leave me speechless.
Deaf. Dumb and Mute.
Careless is not my words.
Careless are not my verbs.
Just hope you know,
You are being well heard.
Could he be a Vampire?
Could he be a King?
Cripple me to my knees.
Symphony Among Tears - 2014I can't turn sand into glass...
I can't turn gasoline into speed.
You have to learn on your own.
I can guide you along the dream....
This beautiful symphony...
It Isn't for me.
Can you hear the sounds?
Can you feel the beat?
It's calling you, my friend.
Listen and you will see...
Times will keep you down.
But don't let that break you up.
You can wear that crown.
Keep it on your head, and not the ground.
Life will push you down.
I will be there to pick you up.
I don't have to wear the crown.
I know my place among the hounds.
I can't turn those tears into smiles.
But I can turn those tears into faith.
I can't take those memories away.
But I can try to keep pace...
Do you hear that symphony?
It plays just for you...
Can you hear the rhythm?
It cries out...
Go and find it, my friend...
It is all for you.
I can't make coffee into grounds.
I can't make the past come down.
I can't make those memories go away.
I can be here for you, any day.
Call me, I am here...
I am just a voice in your mind
Someone Else - Poem - Song - August 2014I'm sorry my families names translates to, "Family of Music."
I'm sorry my families name translates to, "Village Thief."
But I won't stop listening to music to satisfy your controlling.
I won't stop stealing others peoples ideas for my own needs.
I won't stop creating for your obsessive greed.
Swallowed by it all...
I am losing myself, on your call.
I won't be myself once you are done.
I guess then you have won.
I find myself swallowed by it all...
I'm sorry I can't make you happy.
I don't know what more you want from me.
Once you suck all myself out...
I won't longer be me...
Maybe after all, that's what you want.
Myself as an empty shell...
Who wouldn't want to do that to someone.
Someone like myself.
Broken, tore, and split.
Becoming more less like myself as the time persists.
If you want someone you don't love.
If someone more less like myself.
I guess you don't want me.
You want someone else.