Intro: I really tried to create imagery within this rather somber piece. I hope I succeeded…
Another night…
Stars so bright…
Let the souls count one by one…
For when all is done…
My turn shall be upon…
However I’m no star…
Less than a ball of gaseous light-giving massess…
A black dwarf…
Small in matters of fellow man…
Cold…
Left for the very end…
Intro: One’s dreams…
Waking up most most mornings singing the blues…
Wondering how much one can lose…
And how much has been lost…
How little moments of time release these discouraging thoughts…
Thoughts claiming love is impossible to maintain…
Between me and all other beings…
Emanations…
My emotional tendacies sever me from what’s real…
My own reality is really a dream…
Believing she feels the same way for me…
When in reality she fears me…
My verbs speak love…
But my words speak far too much…
Words of love not meant to be shared with anyone…
I try to find a reason for why people react with almost disgust…
As if my words only mean lust…
They refuse to see the pure love behind the words I speak…
Trying to interpret my dreams in some revolting way…
But who am I to complain…?
The way I see and speak is shared only with me…
The dreams of this one in love shall stay…
As dreams…
For once they become real…
All begin to fear…
Fear me…
Forever Dream…
Be there for those who’d never consider doing the same…
As favors rarely get returned anyway…
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…?
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:
Personalities…Clashing…
People claim I’m so intense…
My emotions are all so fiery…
Maybe people don’t understand me…?
Or maybe they understand me better than I do myself…
Afterall if consensus is against all I’ve ever been…Against who I am…
Smooth skin…Smooth linens…
Smooth talk…Smooth calls…
All a mirage…
For once they see my emotional “flaws”…
People proceed to leave me alone…
As if my very own thoughts beget the inevitable pause…
Taken aback at how one can comprehend words so far…
From ones original thoughts…Taking everything to the heart…
Part of me wonders while gazing at the twinkling stars…
If just one piece of light could understand me…
As all is dark…No matter how far I see, all it seems to be is just me…
Just me…
Maybe I was born with this defect that now reflects in my unending sentences…
Rendering thoughts of grief…
While they breathe:
“He must be crazy…”
“Why is he so obsessed with every single person he meets…”
“Why must every single word be filled to the brim with so much damn emotion…”
“Why won’t he see…”
“We don’t think like he does at all…”
I can’t see…
It seems…My personality/persona can’t connect with anyone at all…
Each day I take a fall for trying so hard to fit in…
Only to be laughed off…
Or ridiculed away…
Or worse…
Ignored…
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Silent Scholar 