A look from a broken soul
A million angels could not fill the hole,
in my heart cracked, beaten and bruised
yet I am still the one to lose,
life is the path you choose but nothing can put the fire out in those eyes
fed lies,
my family members, strangers, enemies and so called friends
my heart builds itself back together a little it mends,
yet you remain my void
I look at the lady next to me annoyed,
Staring into the eyes of a thousand sins
looking for salvation in a grin,
Introspectiveness of narcissism, grieve, and ones true morals
Start running for the open door for savior and with in an inch away the door slams closed,
Yesterday has turned into a fad to the generation of zombies we have become
IPhones, Galaxies, and Nokia own us we are blind and damn dumb,
Lost into what I have become but my soul screams its still safe for thoughts,
Beggars may be choosers but every winner I have ever met will lose
Solipsistic vastness is a ruse within itself or is It just an excuse,
ignorant Americans or an Ignorant society
Sitting holding my head about my sanity,
The vanity of it all these questions race
My mind is a game where to keep up I have to chase,
Run after my inner thoughts but the oppress more as day to day go by
I sit looking at the sky blue to gray in a flash and I started to cry,
Everyday there is a picture of you in my head
Your words are poetry everything you have and have not said,
Body language is the confidence in which we show
But I will never appear disheveled because my mind is on another row,
A typewriter chattering through my mind
Life and justice are vaguely defined,
Good things happen to good people is the lies we believe
Are parents grow us up changing how we deceive,
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Open or Closed session my standards for myself are way below par is my true confession,
Succession is the act of accomplishing a task the hardest part is to start
integrity is something I wish I lacked so I put my board and take the note and tack,
It, whit, cleverness, comes from the sadness we feel
The dark words I take my pen and kneel,
Sitting as if I where an Aztec
Plans to reflect on life, Check!,
Mark that one of the list
Cuts up and down the wrist,
The fist of god will rain down upon us on the darkest day,
and for those who are optimistic everything will end up gay,
If pessimism was a sport I would be at state
At stake for where to burn me and my life you shall take,
Today might be a good day I say
but the girl with blue eyes is gone today,
Everyday till fate gives us one final chance
and reenact the night I feel in love at the dance,
I would do anything not to grow up but life is cruel
Send me on my own with the tools,
I still could not manage to build up and everything I attempt at fall to shambles
Debris in the wind, just because I sin I am human and life is a gamble,
She looks at me and it all goes away
She doesn't want anything to do with me at least not today,
When she needs something I am the first one running
like I drove into the intercity and start gunning,
At 75, Grow old no thanks but reality kicks
Hits harder than the drum the candle is burning but its almost to the end of the wick,
Throw me away and find something else
The answer to the test was false,
I know I was right but I got spit on and kicked by the people around me
Someone else takes a stand thrown down just like me,
Pushed to the ground we are the unimportant,
Inspire the kids with fire
Says the person who extinguishes the flame deceitful bastards will lie,
Golden arrows shot in the air
Catch one I did not I could not except the dare,
But that was my ticket to the kingdom
Now those who did not participate in sing song,
I tried I said smirking with the grin of a kid who hid a pack of gum in his pocket
Pistol on the ground nothing left except to c*** it,
but I cant and I wont that's the life I have chose that is the fire in my soul
This is a look into a broken soul