Introduction: This is a little more political, but strong feelings nonetheless.
Dedicated to those ravaged by poverty…
To all those of so suffer so much…All that carries people to next day is necessity…Struggling to survive…Each night is so beautiful…But when we have a neo-fuedal system…We end up with inevitable victims…The ones who grow and harvest for us…from the farthest corners numbs us to their pain…We care more about what we crave rather than them…So we “immunize” ourselves from their suffering…Letting them fend for their own…Leaving them prone to be hurt…hurt..
Another one of those deceptive nights…Disaster strikes again…The earth shakes…And in its wake, more poor people again suffering sad fates…People just trying to maintain their lives are subjected to more strife…So many die…So many disappear…Next day will confirm their worst fears…All is lost…
So much rubble…Couple that with the lack of help from the haves…They don’t care about the things like Richter scales…Screaming for help but to no avail…They wonder why do they have to suffer the wrath when it’s always the rich who take…? When will justice come their way…?
The next day we see bodies strung up…crushed…eyes flushed with tears and blood…Trying to parse through the puddled mud…Trying to picture some of their last moments…Hoping some passed in peaceful sleep…But with such damage so steep that hoping requires me to suspend belief…A moment so brief now feeds so much grief…Products of fiefdoms or castes…What ever you call it, it’s the math that factors into all disasters…When will we, the guilty be held accountable for keeping all that’s bountiful…while leaving the poor to be hit by disaster…
The cost of our materialistic privilege is their lives…We blind ourselves to the dirt mixed with blood, sweat and tears…to produce what we eat and wear…We never think twice about the pain that so many must bear…Then we blame them for their predicaments…Or pity them…Not understanding we are the “humans” who did this to them…We forced them into danger zones just so they bring their needs and our greed back to often shattered homes…Many won’t even grow…Taken too soon…I look at myself…Ask myself…
How could you…?
I have no answer…
Intro: Suicide…Call it what it is…It need not be the actual action to take ones life…Giving up on life can be just as sad…There are those who say one has to right to end ones own life. In a way I agree with that idea…But that does not mean I see it as the right thing to do…
I understand the meaning of strife…But only through lens of my life…
For each indivdual’s soul’s strife is so unique…
For that reason alone I refuse to be a judge or jury…
Only a fellow human being….
Begging you…
Please…
We breathe, bleed, and believe so similarly…
Living individual soliloquies…
But often with audiences of none…
Or just One…Perhaps being just us can be enough…?
“Mr. Happy”
Intro: I’ll let my mind wander again for this one…
I’ve never been happier than the day I met you…
The day we became one…
You complete me and I complete you…
I remember the days when I used to paint smiles…Hiding all the trials under a painted smile that brought joy to others while leaving my soul to wonder…
Why I do I have to lie…?
Not even with words…Just my face…
I couldn’t come up with the words to explain the pain…All I hoped for was for things to change…
And they did…
You came into my life…That first night would lead to a love that seemed divinely inspired…The words of our Creator started to dot my rhymes…You helped breathe new life into a soul whose vice was self-hate…The worst type that threatened to tear me apart…
But with true love from your heart I felt whole again…We became more than friends…
I wept a few more times to expel the pain held for so long inside…
You comforted me every day and night…Always by my side no matter how many times…
I can never thank you enough and in enough ways to make you understand what you did for me…
I’m happy…
🙂
Thank you…
How can I compose a song that captures how amazing you are…?
I have no Divine Grace…
Only a face that expressess what can’t be explained by mere words…
I wonder on the worth of words that birth perturbed thoughts in my heart…
Unable to express love through my own chosen art…
What’s a writer to do???
Write…
Write…
Write…
Channel all my life force through each script-stroke…
Ink linked back to my heart source mind…
My hoarse voice hides my soul’s soft cries…
Knowing my life is on borrowed time…
Hence each rhythmic line clines towards your eyes…
Write…
Write…
Write…
My life shall fade as fate will levy one last tax..
Must pay for my past misdeeds….
I accept…
For beyond these lights lies my final resting place…
Finally I will rest…
Finally…
Knowing I’ve written it all…
Laid bare my heart…
Through my chosen art…
Chose to show you my love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
All I ask is for one last gaze…
As my strength fades…
Inspire my pen to scribe one last phrase…
One last phrase…
Love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
Sleep…
Sleep…
Intro:
We all get the feeling…She’s the one…How do we get there? How do we realize?
She’s changed how I see the world…Life isn’t rigid.
Open yourself to others and hopefully we’ll all find that special one that makes life perfect…
Like a dream…
Rarely do we remember each detail…
But there is a gist that can’t be missed…
Unwritten list that states what makes perfect…?
Can’t be purchased or bartered for…
For the heart hardens at thoughts that threaten to cause dismay…
Yet there are no set laws that define what makes…
Just that look on one’s face gives away…
These deep feelings of love…
What makes her the one…?
To bring that special smile onto my face…?
Harken back to that unwritten list which now ceases to exist…
As she’s crossed those very lines I took ages to write..
All within my mind, thoughts surmise that she is my light…
She is the shine I hope to see each day I wake…
She is the reason for why I live…
Silent Scholar 