bLINDED

Blinded by the insanity, losing humanity, caught in the calamity of right and wrong,
Steadfast for a minute, until the heat is in it, wanting to pin it, like our republican senate,
the words may seem mumbled, thoughts may seem jumbled, true fact...life has tumbled down.

Cant catch a break, souls at stake, at each moment and breath I take,
chest feeling faint, as I repaint the memories of the once lived saint,
Blinded, walking dead mourning in my head, as the rhyme quickens and the plot thickens,laying in this bed.

Stepping out of sync, losing time, crossing life's finishing line, slowly losing my mind,
ambitions there, yet I still hear, every word that been spoken so clear, can't lose what was never there,
the question is what to do, when the love is not strong enough to carry you through, the question is was it true...

or is it that the love was tainted from the start only to leave another broken heart.. blinded feeling so far apart,
some food for thought, as we rot in an this moment for what we fought, all arms down as we surround
the silence with no love sound...
blinded yet profound, but i suppose what comes up must come down....


Carla 5/19/2011

At what point do you say no more, take what you have learned and close the door, on another chapter, another book, turn around without a second look. At what point do you stop pointing fingers, do you stop the commotion, slow down for a minute and jus breathe. At what point do you give it all up turn around and jus leave. Has this all been one big lie, jus to make my insides cry, drag me along jus for the ride. who what where when? defines where to stop and where to begin? comforts are now taken for granted like little seeds of hate firmly planted, when doe wrong become right? when does the darkness meet the light. who carries the answers who knows what todo because i know its not within me or you.

Sacrifice

Same shit different day coming at me this time in a different way, words twisted, wrongs listed, vows enlisted, yet the force says to push on. Same song different beat, no time to dance, near defeat, minds locked down to soothe the aggression, that holds down the depression, taking it all in hoping for success from within, you say, i say, he say, she say, but what matters?
Breathe in, breathe out, wiping eyes to see through the clout, holding in trying not to let it all out, Knots forming tightly, thoughts that I am not taking lightly, demons holding me down that i cant see.
Walking blind on this line of wrong and right, holding on standing tall trying to win this fight. Is it worth my sanity is it worth my pain, can i see the rainbow when I am dancing in the rain.
The lions roaring, birds singing, all the noises my heads ringing, coming too fast from the left from the right, weighted down every day and night.
Is this sacrifice a vow or a deed, is this really what i need? Everyone's in line to give their advice, but its just me feeling the sacrifice. Who is wrong who is right?

temptation from within

my minds thought again about the sin that tempts from within
todays way of seducing tommorows fate only to eliminate what we all love but hate
the minds perception of right and wrong walking the line or jus singing the song
still the same its right there between you and me just waiting in silence for the ultimate ephiny
for all to justify the wrong and the right
of the temptation that clouts my mind in the night
who will understand the countless thoughts rambling fast without any halts
the impulsive moves jus dont ever pan out
but they are ushered through crashing with doubts
inevitably its all been played through time and time again
just awaiting reaction to the temptation from within...

two sides to every penny

over time becoming worn if its lost no ones to mourn
various colors some old some new
no matter which side it is tossed still holding the same value
tossed from hand to hand jar to jar
the penny with two sides can be added multiplied and stored afar
no matter the places its traveled no matter the scratches the wear
still the same copper currency can collect and become something magnificent that we can all hold dear....

Erratic Rambling

Emotions unraveling at a fast pace
Only to embrace a moments peace in a familiar place
Symphonies playing in the back of my mind
As i release another erratic line
that can only be seen
by eyes like mine
Day to day trials
Ambitions denials
all thrown into the fiery piles
to be swept away by mind plays
no one notices
in passing
because it is locked away
stored
waiting to be written
but my thoughts get in the way....

Feeling so out of sync walking upon shattered glass paths,
Drinking upon dreams poured only to fill and become the past,
Salty air, clouted mind, nowhere to run, walking alone a step behind.
The thoughts they hide in the shadows to protect what I see,
Tomorrow dancing on the balance of today's reality.
Mind constantly saying no, while my soul is drowning in a pool of fantasy.
Frozen again like time standing still, only left to contemplate my own free will.
Numb to everything that cuts like razors in a pool of alcohol,
Saying it constantly yet no ones around to hear my call,
Broken bridges leading to a crumbling wall,
Fading into a breathless state, my own destiny left to contemplate.
Columns, rows, facts and figures, yet nothing understood, nothing triggers,
the understanding that's needed to make sense,
A plague placed upon the emptiness of the meaning of life's essence.

It's Not About Me

Fading fast, bending over to be fucked again by yet another crashing car,
Another fallen star, just being blown by the lips of fallen angels,raising the bar,
Twisted spirals, glass shards, being cut by life's hards,in the shadows i have drown lost that hand of cards,
But its not about me...
Being stung by another day, another hour, savored by the illusions as they devour,
Its just minds interpretations dancing in the dark, getting high off the spark,
Only for a passing moment as you breathe, turning back around now it's time to leave,
pseudo coded to comfort my own insecurities, of what i believe, who i was, who i am, and all other obscurities.
But its not about me...
Lightning pulsing through my veins,as it drains every ambition from within. Not fighting for freedom, no just cause, just the memory's between fine lines of the future and the flaws. Canceling the credit cards, the plastic currency that only gratifies for a moment, as I am left indebted to life's dues that guards the memory's that torment.
But its not about me...
Spread thinly feeling like just a layer, being played again like a piano player, i will not say what is fair because i am unclear on how it all began. Just another misinterpretation,another deliberation, upon the souls of man. As this is undoubtedly just how it is suppose to be, i know not the beginning or the end of iniquity.
But its not about me...
Deaf ears to a table that as been set as i neglect the shores that speak louder than any sea. I only hear the grains of sand slipping through the hourglass that will one day take me.The joy being replaced by tasks i do to keep the morale of those around to see. But they do not notice the lost soul in the shadows dark, because of the scars that taint every mission in the park..

Untitled

As I close my eyes tight,
Silently I am,
Sitting by the ocean,
Untangling thoughts,
Thoughts of,
Aggression,
Depression,
From every angle,
Every direction,
As stones are thrown,
The glass cracks,
But nothing broken,
Embracing each word spoken,
Taking in each token,
Friends,
Family,
Strangers,
Still silently I am drained,
From the expeditions of the process,
The tide rises and falls,
Waves crash and calm,
Still standing strong,
Each thought fine tuned,
Into the melody,
That carries me on,
Self shielding from the rain,
It is silence,
And the ocean,
That relieves all emotion.
Every hour every minute,
Coming fast,
From every state,
Slow burning,
This is reaction,
and the wheels keep turning.