"Song of Myself"

Seeing the past is hard
The past that is never forgottnen
And i stand here supported by many
But feeling deserted is the emotions I feel
Days of riding the bus with the wheels never ending
Nights of glowing screens fading into the darkness
Pencils scratching on paper, marking black on white
All of my life staring me in the face with stone cold eyes

Oblivious melts reality around me
Like a popsicle on hot sidewalks
All sunshine rains on my personality
Making my problems fade into yesterday
No longer clinging to my father's pant legs
Screaming about all of myu small victories
Running over sweet, green lawns feshly mowed
With armies of invisible sodiers flankning my sides

O me, what I was for years, no dead
All of the regrets flood the psycy of my mind
Colorful dances of memories cloud the darkness
Whiteness eventually powder over them like a fresh snow
All those years of looking up to those who would destroy me
My god, my father, my mother, my life betrayed me
O to disengage myself from those corpes of me,
Which I turn and look where I cast them.

I may tell to you of all the furure of your life
To detest you from feelings and love to help you survive
But to tell you to disegage yourself is to die
My advice to you is to live and find ways out of death
The slight splashes of shimmerings of sunlight
Trust shall never fly from my lips so freely again
I will never crawl to the steps of God
I will stand up and fight against thy fear of crashing control

"Worry is the Consequence of the Unknown, Thus, Knowledge is Happiness."

Normal

I dream of being normal
Not worrying all the time
To be happy, as most do seem
With no worry they are normal
Their life is but a dream.

They sit there, so happpily, not worry in the world
With a smile on their face
And "F's" on their pages
I sit there wishing
That life was but a dream.

But in the future, as i am told,
I will be happy for looking ahead
Because my parents and peers are proud
But forever more taht stone is sitting in my stomach.
Because their life is but a dream.

Lone Wolf

Out of the thousands of pines
Covered in blinding ivory white
There stands one wolf, alone.
But his heart moves with time.

Evermore the wolf dances in winter flakes gracefully.
He splashes is spring pools ingratiatingly forever.
All though time he pranced movingly in the summer shine.
Flopping beautifully through the leave of fall indefinitely.
But his part will never be remembered...

Who's heart will beat with his?
For one woman and one man
does not always equal happiness.

For i prefer the ever lasting truth
Of the relationship, even as the simplest glimpses
Because fakeness is never forgiven
Like the regrets of the sinning Gods

But even through love was prophetic for him
His heart forever ached due to the darkness in his eyes.
He cries into the night in memory of his unborn children
For Death was certainly stalking his shadow.

Oh why does Moses desire freedom
When, like the wolf, he too is beaten and enslaved.
By the very savior that sent him
Into the death  of never ending hell.

In the end men will rise as servants to Luna
And brothers to the wolves that do cry to her for the end
As their soul curl to her whim they will remember the beginning.

For the Big, Bad Wolf was not so bad
And like her cloak your soul will be stained red
For your taxing sins against they brethren.

Wolves may feed on sheep
But only for life
While men feasts
While their celestial brothers and sisters suffer hungering death.

But even though power swirls around him
He stands depending on the night to survive
Inside the pines he sits and waits for you.

Freedom

Freedom is the birds that fly,
And the fish who love to swim.
Freedom is the light in the darkness
I could only guess on a whim.

Freedom is who calls,
When all else fails to save you.
Freedom breaks down the walls,
And you shared it with who?

Freedom is the shreiks of an angle's cry
As is sounds into the dark
Freedom is the wail of the devil lie
Killing the light of the meadow lark

Freedom is why I live
for all those who don't know it.
Freedom is why I die
For all those who have lost it.

The Secret

I roll around in my wet, dark room, waiting.
Feeling anticipation surge through my tiny, pink body.
As i pushed with all my might again the white, shiny
Bars of my cage called your teeth.

I feel so pessimistic trying to behave day after day.
Feeling the pleasure of rebelling and telling the unknown
To innocent ears of those who will listen.
All I want is out from behind these Bars of my cage called your teeth.

The rush of cooling vomitting words cooling my back
Is like sweet summer rain on sidewalks in July
New chaos filled my life and i felt complete behind the bars of my cage called your teeth.