Isolation - by Pyro
Like a room full of toys, surrounded by fictional eyes.
Staring in demise, but never full of life.
Plenty of time to count the time, they say the truth always lies in the eyes.
Try breathing with no air, Jordan Sparks!
Every second lost is another minor cost, of your mental exhaust.
They say stop and smell the roses, Season?
Indeed they may smell good, but a rose has...
Surface of a Heart
Standing on the surface of the heart searching for a way in
Stone, ice, metal, each has a key for a fresh laymen
Defenses built up stretched out pools so deep can’t wade in
Puzzles, riddles, pitfalls keep me sharp every time I gotta weigh in
Adventuring through each mountain, every curve surveying
Eyes open to your truths no surprising surveillance
At last a...
My heaven is in your arms, their pleasure resides;
My guardian angel is your smile; your laughter protects me.
You hold me in a place of refuge; I am shielded from the unwanted.
Your eyes are the mirrors for my soul, through them, I learn my purpose.
In your presence, I am reminded a fantasy.
Each blink teleports me to reality,
For I am without you.
A moment without your presence is a...
Title: Tear Drops
If a tear rolls down my face
They say gangsters don’t cry
Gangsters get shot
And some gangsters die
If a tear rolls down my face
An eye for an eye
Kill them to they die
Pain in my life
If a tear rolls down my face
When I eat I survive
Scheme and I lie
Reach for the nine
If a tear rolls down my face
I want the whole...
Time of the essence is a blessing
Once you know how to decipher time, use it at your own discretion
A lot of times I'm wondering, guessing, searching for my own protection
Not from physical harm, but my mental connections
To reach out to a stranger as if he's my own
Keep him from harm, show affection
‘Cause we don't even know the magnificence of life
Always trying to live for the hype…....
Friendship’s a flower which grows from seed.
Planted in hearts with a mutual need;
Nurtured by trust as a rose by rain,
Exuding its fragrance through joy and through pain.
But unlike the rose which in time will decay,
The flower of friendship grows sweeter each day,
And its perfume I savor, for true
Friends are few,
And I’m thankful, Dear Friend,
To have one such as you.
I am caught within a vortex of deep
emotion, simultaneously submerged in joy and pain...
Hope and despair, sensitivity and masculinity... I am
helplessly shattered, yet whole, doubtfully trusting the
throes of my senses... Inflated with the tangibilities of
my every emotion... Forever lost inside the endless
voyage of myself... Thinking of love...
What is life without the urge to wanna strive
What’s it like to be earth bound but destined to fly
How do you find what’s unknown, tho meant to hide
Without time is distance defined
Without a lie how can I achieve
For you to believe this is me
If I were a bird could I be in love with a bee
If trees had no leaves how would we know when to leave
If time didn’t mean a thing
THE HORUS FILES
Right before my eyes I observe the sands
of time sift through the hour glass….And yet
the horizon is unchanged….
Life slowly fading from my father quickening his
Right before my eyes I see my wing span reach
in two directions aiming to span this world,
I yearn to embrace my mother fully, her wisdom
so inviting and mighty…..
Gone But I hope I’m Not Forgotten
Here today but as the wind blows I sway but neither here or there
I’m planted in drab shades of grey, from black I fade, I’m gone…
Hope I am still here and present in the minds of some, though the majority of them
Deaf or dumb or maybe just mindless ones in a zone of timeless webs of thought
Hope I am not forgotten…...
By Daniel Thomas
In prison see us with the cleats on. Put the stomps on the who baller block on my entrepenatives. Still the most hated. Shout the news. We done paid our dues. On count too. It’s not how we can. It’s how we choose. Power moves, nationwide natives bring it to the table. How bout you? Ladies too. Convicts don’t get the meat shank. That’s for you. But I need you now. They...
I yearn for a woman
With tender bounteous bosom
And strawberry curls
Flowing free and unfurled
Over cheeks of rose petals
Adorned with freckles
She wears a woven red dress
Clothing her milky flesh
She glimmers an angelic smile
Her kiss is gentle yet wild
When looking into your eyes, I see a sparkle
shimmering brighter than a starry sky
If hurt by all the worlds lies
wit you that pain in me dies
when we’re close to each other
I feel bound closer than lovers
For that bond, my spirit and comfort shutters
my heart skips a beat and stutters
Wit all the world's words, I can't describe
how deeply you affect my soul, my mind...
“Crazy thoughts…has anyone seriously tried to compose a song using a William Shakespearean sonnet – and not as a gaffe?”
Paul Andrew Rouse
The Red Door
There in the midst of a spellbinding storm, the legendary Red Door approaches.
To gaze upon its markings… to touch upon its surface… it is as if to feel the trepidation of dubiety swell up in the easternmost corner of my eyes.
From deep within the heart of your derma hails the almighty fragrance; for fragments of crystallized uncertainty commence to fall as the Red Door's...
The Letter of a Gypsy
So this is a confession, I may be a stranger, but not too far
from where you are… Just close enough to admire your beauty
from afar…Not on some weirdo stuff, but on some real stuff, you got me turnin in my dreams girl…
I know you don’t know me, but I’d like to know you…
‘Cause, I can’t help but wanna...
“Advertising in it’s highest flight exerts itself and monetize it’s might”.
J’aime le gateau.
Paul Andrew Rouse
How many times must my life come undone?
How many years must I be alone?
As I stand beneath the fires of an unforgiving sun.
I’ve danced with fallen angels.
I’ve forsaken all of my dreams.
I’ve let the demons render my soul with all their needful things.
How many times must I walk this beaten path?
How many tears will turn my heart to stone?
As I stand before the liars who spread their hatred...
It is essential that we address this very important aspect of life, which is to live in the moment. All of us at one point in time or another have been tripped by past situations that have caused (by our negative self-encouragements) many years of incomfortability. This pernicious process has been the cause of separation from loved ones, destroyed business endeavors, as well as promoting physical, mental, spiritual and emotional captivity....
“This P.O.E.M. is the (Product of Every Man):
I feel I’ve come a long way,
Although there are memories in my past dark and grey,
Or I’m locked away, for forever and a day;
I still see the sun’s ray.
I’m real, in the gardens I play,
There’s nothing false I’d every portray.
Years ago, I would’ve tried shooting the light out of the sky,
Not knowing why; now I look to the...
Lost in Thought
They say I'm supposed to be in jail….living in hell…pacing back and forth in a cell waiting on mail my body may be trapped but my mind and soul will forever be free…..for I know me….connect on a level that is mental and emotionally…..the Sun, the Moon, the planets orbiting around one another is almost like my mind orbiting in clutter….at times I slip away…..thinking about that special someone turns my mind into warm...
The thunder crashes above me,
betokening the wrath of God.
The rain falls around me,
but I can’t see it,
but rain betokens
the sadness of God.
Another Boethius is dying,
like so many before
in the sad annals
of this Earth’s history.
Could he see the night sky?
How can one live without the stars?
Without the moon,
without sunlight, without
“LilPac My Sweet Soul Desire”
My sweet soul desire, my eyes have finally laid upon you
Praising them just from this sight of you my soul desire
Watering gas of tears has started shooting down my cheeks
From this very moment of sights from my Dear Sweet Soul Desire.
Pen in hand, paper at my desk I put down words I want to say forgotten all the rest.
Words they flow from my mind through my heart down to this pen and paper and that's how it starts.
Shutting out all interruptions around me, just pen, paper and words of finding.
All my worries, hurt, anger and fears, I put down on paper for someone to hear.
I scream, I shout in words I...
1st N8V On Tha Moon
First native on the moon / That’s how much I love you / Plus I’m a looney tune / Pep Lapew / If I throw that tomahawk chop / It’s off the head with you / Scalps is over with / This the new school / Metaphorically speaking / In case you aint caught that / I’m taking heads off / A new type of warrior / In a battlefield that’s evolved / And if you’re still lost / That’s why...
The Love of the Season Autumn
In the crisp gentle wind of fall
You can see the beautiful brown autumn leaves big and small
Jack-O-Lanterns, bats and candy corn delight the children
But the biggest treat of all lies within them
A big smile across their face is what parents seek
To see their bright faces say “Trick or Treat”.
A time of Harvest, the season is of plenty
When I’m gone will you really care
If it’s said and done will you have a tear to spare
Life is over so fast, yet days go so slow
Why this really is, I think only God can know
So what’s to become of me, or more importantly of you
What do we do with our actions no one else can do
The greatest mystery of all, we have to figure out
Because when we die, there can be no doubt...
Benevolence and faith it takes
For friendship forged anew,
The mysteries of destiny
Then come gradually into view,
When the universe has crossed our paths
And our stars have been aligned,
We’ll find if all has been in vain
Or is righteous and divine,
For time reveals the truth or things
And the contents of...
My life before prison
was broken and sad.
The life of a drunkard,
A liar, a cad.
I've spit in the faces
Of family and friends,
And don't have the courage
To pursue their amends.
It's been four long years
Since I had my last drink,
Yet my actions still haunt me
Everytime that I blink.
Does the pain that I've caused
Late to bed early to rise; the herd needs watchful eyes. Nomadic blood that no one can tame; preserve this blood not like the ancient beast slain. Protect the clan that buds from man; thunder echoes throughout the land. The energy of the God's is present in all that is spoke; drums and singing now the Pagan soul has awoke. Ignite the flame, Oh the divine spark; inhale the smoke of the...