A wish to be better.

I wish I had something to contribute
to a world that only cares
in which direction you shoot
instead just hope that God gives me the boot
out the hypothetical door
and the pain will be replaced
with the memory of your face
because of this, I'm not destined for a better place
so when its time to go, I'll vanish without a trace.

Tears shed and the hearts renewed
smiles returned as hopes refuelled
and the world turns, with a new attitude.

Write life.

Scribble on this pad
with words that mean nothing
until the sentence is constructed.

Words be small, sentence always longer
through the bullshit I'll come out stronger

wait for the comma, take a breath
fall at the full stop I've got nothing left.

Another paragraph, I'm back on form
strong live through the most destructive storm.

A separate story watch, I'm reborn.

When will the smile return.

Soak up the moment, in my mind eternal
if I could do it again, this is what I'll do
when the nights are cold, its this that'll help me through.

Instead, all I have is a game of guess who.

Speak.

I wonder if the lord sees our struggle
will he embrace, and let it fade away
or watch, how we make to the next day
is there any point in, hands together to pray
is this only how he hears, what we have to say
listen close, does he beckon us towards the fray
does he smile as the kids play
for every sin, is it him we have to pay?

Questions, does he answer
I wanna hear what, he has to say.

Tired.

I'm scared, I'm all alone
why is it in the dark I feel at home.

Surrounded by ghosts that wish me harm
here, is where I feel most calm.

Yet I can't sleep in peace
pulled apart, piece by piece.

Just let me be, but I wont say
because I wanna be home, for one more day

Pillow talks

Rest here
let me show you your fear
snuggle up close, so my voice you can hear
and I'll catch that, withholding tear.

Just come and rest your head here.

Good die young.

The good die young cos' this is hell
corporate worth billions cos' they didn't care about the soul they sell
halo wearin felons livin life inside a cell
scream a plea to god.
"Look how far I fell"
heat from fire, what a place to dwell
keel over sick, I 'aint feel well
 black and blue, bruised I have a story to tell.

Of how the halo fell to a collar.

Welcome to hell.

Absent.

Come close let me clear the tears
your absent smile, is my only fear.

Can't face the clock when there's an empty space
turn to the side, as I see the absent face
running towards an end like it's a race
stuck going slow, the tortoise set the pace.

Cross the line first and presented with an hollow vase.

Nothing.

Lie flat
'aint nothing left
disappear from the world
a ghost of something left behind
nothing substantial exists
all I have is this
wet ink, waiting to dry
goodbye, like its only the good that die.

Abyss

Into the abyss
down down, down 'till the mind runs dry
wondering, is this where the hectic mind withers and dies
or is this not falling, but being pulled into the sky.

The abyss plays tricks
I already died.

A lame mentality

A helping hand but the aid is rejected

a cripple perfected.

Through the hardship, his life was redirected
never allow others to see, how his mind was affected
through the joy he felt well rested
to an end, his mind gently gestured
as the pain began to fester
and the doubt continues to pester.

Maybe he should never of met her.

Broken

Pull back from the brink of destruction
follow the mental instruction.

Stand up, when the body caves in
disembark from the memory of past sin
soul destroyed and the bodily grin.

Plunder the depths of the dark environment
anger the short temperament
of eyes weakened by old sentiment.

The broken mirror of self betterment.

Face lock

Eyes run dry
so full of lies

protect the flicker of life
that resides inside

a smile, a lock
to the truth behind

a voice to damn anyone
if its the key they find

True political life.

Listen to the politician
Death is their mission


Sitting safe a million miles away
Satan, its the game they play


Teach the young to follow hell
price on life, their ready to sell


Weaponize the demonic claws
civilian pain, the radiation sores
babes cry out, at the first sight of war
the politician cry's out for more


The twisted words of the money whores.

Power of a legacy.

God built the earth
so the mortal mind can build the heavens
and the immortal soul can live unburdened.

Blind to what lies behind the curtain
of every decision made,
living hope that we receive a passing grade
and our name never fades.

legacy, a  heavenly construction
or one hell bent, on destruction?

Mask.

A mask
o' please God a mask.

Can't face the entrapment of the future
set by the misery of the past

a mask.
O' please God, a mask

light without

If at any time, the lights go out
and those thoughts and wishes go out
that dream unsaid, the world is without

So dream the dream and learn about
and with the knowledge learn to shout
to cast a ripple through time itself
and watch as the lights reignite themselves
.

Presently blind.

A ghostly vision, one of a kind
a hand on my shoulder
like the strong leading the blind.

Never before have I felt the grip of air
but the grip lacked the comfort
I suppose the mind don't play fair.

This a future echo hope decided to share
the devastation as I turn and your just not there.

To the present I stand blissfully unaware
and to this angelic prophecy
my eye's patiently stare.

Prophet in war

The sombre soliloquy
of what the prophet sees
a destination, where no human be
yet we run towards it with such alacrity.

Maybe the gods will grant us amnesty
for the pity, of our stupidity

Double halved

Let the guard down
let the defence drop
and see there's nothing that I've got

I hate lonesome
but I've got nothing for the help
so just try to forget the way that it felt.

1+1 and the math just melts

Hell, with heaven’s gate

The bewitching trees
home of the birds and bees
open up to show, the vision of your dreams

but look a little deeper
see the bones of those who came before
       
  read the signs
"beware the beauty, it's really a reaper."

Too late now, you found the pleasure you longed to endure.

A soft touch of a feigned innocence, as it calls out for more
entwined in the passion of the fatal flaw
as you draw sight to the armour you could've wore
now it seems, a future of pain is all but secure.

 From such a vision how can one withdraw
unless they think of everything, one might procure

Body and mind

My body’s going

but my minds not leaving

sometimes I wonder, how am I still breathing

spent so long anticipating treason

I didn’t even realise, the changing of the seasons.

My mind stays cold

my body runs hot

maybe they should of shot me

while I was sleeping in my cot

all I feel is vengeance

all I dream is peace

maybe I should stop, so that the pain will cease.

I wonder how long, this life remains on lease?

Night today

Don't fall asleep
as death silently creeps

he takes many forms
a shape shifting poltergeist
he'll take you back, to before you were born.

Stay vigilant, don't get torn
as a rose has thorns
like the devil has horns.

So look high and pray for an early dawn
and take salvation, in the new, brightly lit morn

Regret at the end.

Kept down, beneath the giants shoe
who would of guessed the highest peaks he flew
and the countless faces, he once knew

in the people's memories, he's a mere presence
a meagre extension of his essence.

Now pinned within the dying light
the frantic eyes, looking for a holy sight
for someone to hear the last words he'll ever recite
of the wrongs, he can never right.

I will not fight

in a battle of the masses
whipping peace, with bloody lashes.

Maybe a few, will be thy enemy
but a bigger chance, innocence will fall infront of ye.

                So, I will not fight
in a battle of the masses
and whip peace, with bloody lashes

six degrees in war

Guns laid down
amongst the immortal frown
at the sight of their kin, in a hospital gown
cries ring out, a regretful sound
to see the link in which life is bound

Free freedom

Look and see the wings soar
look and see, the eyes sent on a world tour

lost in the imagination of their fascination
eyes high to see the revelation, of the skys population

mid flight up high amogst the white and blue
down on the ground, theres a shadow of a clue

that you've got to look up to see the whole story
that the fight for freedom, isn't won in a gory glory

Red water.

Red water, red water how do you bleed
you've been accused of murder, how do you plead?

My children within, I needed to feed
I took what was required, and the rest were freed
you'll never comprehend the complexities of this deed,
for I pre-existed the first mortal seed
I understand better, the immortal creed.

Red water, red water how do you bleed
you've been accused of murder, how do you plead?

A public end.

The pain, that I feel
my skin, I want to peel
and escape in the crowd
and the cry will be amidst, a more powerful sound

Lone hero

An actor without a cast
grenade without the shrapnel filled blast
the champion that came last
a final breath, which came to fast

Salted water

Drop by drop it falls
to form a bitter stream,
to the soul it calls
that the pains being freed

A story in liquid form
a rainfall without the storm
clouds part to show the sun of the early morn.
An entourage for the new born

Free light

A chance to leave, room to breath
don't worry I've got a trick up my sleeve
lie.Now leave me to grieve

When hope dwindles, the strength returns
because it's easy to see, grab the light
it's in my grasp I can feel the deep burns
only one outcome for a chance to contain, die in the fight

reanimated, spawned in the same location
it's darker now. 360 degrees nothing bright in sight
to keep sane look to the future, for it's nothing but imagination

Be who,what, where you wanna be
the answer that brings the light that'll help set you free

Normalality's line.

It gives us a means to judge
but have a look at this hole we dug

a mass grave of the lives it took
behind enemy lines, lives left stuck.

This, the comparison to the unseen line,
because even though it morphs through time
at the end a noose is tied.