The diversity of targets is the core of all distortion
Like one could have from every cake a lil portion
We are such complex structures that gets only whats simple and plain
To get to the core of things we care for the trifles and leave whats main
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there's a tranquility in knowing that you can fail your own and still be contented
to feel good about yourself within all the lies well wrapped and well presented
the butterflies and the rainbows in the books and lullabys
are the strength we seek when we face goodbyes
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you don’t realize that a dream is a dream until its over
you don’t believe in luck up till you lose
cant admit the weakness before you're sober
cant fall prey for regression if you didn’t choose
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there's so much guilt in the way
a thousand sighs to ease the grief
hold your grab on faith before you stray
before it hits the ground that one last leaf
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' I cant forget her..' so he said to me
like a burden that he yearns to set free
' am not in love, am over her '
'its just the memory that i bear '
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Rushing out of my invisible door
with no sword and in no war
kept a fistful of soil i grabbed from beneath my feet
and of this possession am so discreet
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There's no reason put to senses or to heart
No bounds to chain the urge to stay or part
No trait one word can hold
No promise to be kept or told
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In a page unwritten in a fairy tale
To a point of no return
In the rage of sea they sail
And to the shore they yearn
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It's miraculous what a single moment of time could capture
& how it fixes up what pain would rapture
Comes round the heart to seize your thoughts away from you
To the land where all beliefs come true
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Stupid Romeo cant hear me singing
He's too busy with his sacrifice
Cant feel the joy the song is bringing
Wisdom beyond advice
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Write the words “the end”, save not the best for last
Set the sails for wind, let go of all the past
Sleep without tomorrow, dream without the hope
Invade the space of sorrow and learn to breathe, to cope
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Stillness cuts to the core of words and meaning
cant hide what’s my smile’s revealing
it’s the thoughts of the intellectual
that spreads the word of the weak
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Why spare a breath to hold a grudge
Or waste a blink on a glimpse not meant to last
Why is the haste to smudge
The urge inside to hold the glare of past
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I used to feel safe when I go to that place in my mind
Where through the stacked up fears, was the peace Id find
Beyond the vivid color of life's confusion
That painted the darkest sides of my illusion
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The pursuit of happiness lingers on
two steps ahead at the next corner to come
we are doomed so equally
why envy him or her or me!
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I watched you fall from the sky and hit the ground
all the faith in you turned its back around
to love too graciously too deep or such
means when you hate you hate as much
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Waving a heavy sword up in the air
believing..am strong..AM STRONG
eliminating every thought of possible despair
as it swings all fears along
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Am No Angel.
The diversity of targets is the core of all distortion
Like one could have from every cake a lil portion
We are such complex structures that gets only whats simple and plain
To get to the core of things we care for the trifles and leave whats main
Its weird that we believe in so many things and their contradictions
Then we twist back every road to serve our self created fictions
And we morn and grief for what we left behind intentionally
As if we live to self torture the sole in us subconsciously
My thought is that we do exist on the hope to break out of our skin
Easier to take the paths other carved and not the ones we feel within
A faultless scheme we set to guarantee the end that justifies the mean
the persistence to deny the right to dream, deny the grades of colors seen
how can we walk in so many different directions and feel not lost
dig out the facts of life inside out then waste the time to ease the dust
breaking to the surface is the dark deep hate hid inside the veins
tones of ruins that cannot be left with a thousand cranes
and it rises just when we fall apart from going round in circles
at the second we stop believing in the beauty of the miracles
its scary when you lose your thoughts to void and space
runs a chill down the spine to touch the heart on you and find no pace
I am no angel..no angel with no wings and white light rings
Am flesh, am blood, and I decay with all what the word brings
To forsake the things that molded pain to bricks and built ma walls
Is so divine…it overwhelms the power in me to stand the falls
And am no angel.