Mother's LoveI can see two souls attached to each other.Mother's Love3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like mother and child banded together ..forever.
This is the story...
..Of two that became one as a family.
Just think of how the sun smiles in the daytime.
It must have happened years ago.
The soul breaths inside.
Deep in mother's mind...
...My what a beautiful life this will be.
I can see the light in your eyes.
Maybe our minds see the same love.
Just like who two doves come together...
..After a long journey in the sky.
We can look at each other all day.
Can you walk?
Are you able to talk for the first time?
The sounds of your laugh...
..Make the most evil have a soft heart.
You are the attention of many eyes.
Even you have a beautiful mind.
Nothing can replace you.
I have heart filled memories.
If material things are lost...
..You are the one that I still have.
Nothing can replace my child.
Please do not grow so fast.
I want to cherish you.
Can we read each others thoughts?
Let us read our minds together.
Those beautiful eyes...
Dimes For The DozenI felt this empty hole in me today.Dimes For The Dozen4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The feeling of seeing lost souls...
..sitting on the corners of the streets.
Some picking a warm place to ponder.
Others sticking out like a sore thumb...
..To find a trace of violence.
Is this the light that we look for?
There is a new chapter in the book.
I can hear laughter from many.
Then I see tears...
..From those sitting out in the cold.
The poor man sitting on the corner.
Too bad the shop keeper could not lend a hand...
..For a few dimes more.
I saw the old woman look into the window...
..Of a two story house just down the street.
She watched the family.
All sitting in their cozy living room.
The lonely soul had the curtians...
...Shut in her face and told to be gone.
Just one life.
Could people help each other...
..To see a brighter light of the future?
The rain came down on a bitter night.
Pain and loneliness.
Just like the old man on the corner...
..Who had one last picture frame of his life.
Do You Understand?No one knows exactly how I feel.Do You Understand?4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Every single day;
I feel that kind of pain.
Just as one night flows by;
The day begins to disturb me.
Do they prey upon me?
Why does this pain damage my thinking?
So many are bleeding by the soul.
Am I reading their thoughts?
Have I lost my insanity?
My dreams have gone awol.
Tell me exactly what I need to know.
She was the only one I wanted.
Then people are trying to criticize me.
Is that all they want to do;
By trying to put my life through hell?
Maybe they do not know the music in the bells.
I am not a child;
That lost her way in the dark and fell..
..Through the pot hole waiting to swallow me.
I follow myself by instinct.
Not calling myself a whore on the street.
Maybe bullies want greed;
On those who are helpless bleed by emotion.
Do you know who I am?
How I understand?
Is this Why I live in a dark corner;
Of the class room that people mock me by?
Do you understand who I am?
I sacrificed my freedom.
Not for those who feed on my weakness.
I was not
Order In SessionIf only I was alone.Order In Session5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Something is growing inside of me.
I am not throwing my life away.
My soul is roaming a brand new world.
There is a bowl filled with unclean water.
It was crushing the roach...
..Like a dividing corner stone.
Was it inviting me to take a drink...
..Or was it watching me from below?
I can hear voices from above.
The tears fall...
..And the walls never crumble.
It was a deeper calculation.
The meter on the wall...
..Was stalled by my innocense.
I will gnaw on the door.
Do not let the whores fill my soul.
I will not let them settle the score.
Is this what life has in store?
I write this because I am not bored.
Excuse me while I eat my smores.
As I do so...
..The tiles on the floor come to life.
My soul is now in the files.
Order is now in session.
Demons are always in posession of my life.
I want to see a new light.
What is this order in session?
I have a prayer to make confessions with.
..I can not get rid of this skin infection.
There is a brand new or
RainI can see your face in a photograph.Rain3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can you blame me...
..When I said I love you?
I can see a beautiful blue sky.
You can cry on my shoulder at anytime.
Did it happen on a friday afternoon?
The frame broke when it hit the floor...
..But your smile is still on the picture.
I file it in my wallet.
Too many miles pass on by...
..But I still think about you.
I can see you in my dreams.
Just come home in one piece.
Please..just one piece...
It can rain one more time.
That very moment tells me that you are still alive.
I take pride in hearing your voice.
The choice is made.
Come home safe and sound.
The very rain is the tears of joy.
I fixed the picture frame.
Let the images be on the photograph.
Just as I saw you leave.
Come back home in one piece.
Don't ever leave me again.
The rain is a purifier.
That one hug as you came home.
Let me breath one last time.
The rain brings tears of joy.
I pray to hear your voice all the time.
Don't hang up the phone...
..I cry when I hear that dial tone.
Reach For The StarsI had a certian thought in my mind.Reach For The Stars4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can someone go chasing dreams;
Or go flying into dead end walls?
Are they dancing?
Do they go prancing in the sky?
It was a vision that lasted a life time.
They can make it happen for one more try.
Many are hungry for fame.
The stars can sparkle and shine;
But, scars of ancient pasts are still lurking.
Not many are burning for a new life.
Just fill it with a brand new dream.
There are numbers in the stars.
They count the blessings of music.
Screams are sounds of your lungs.
Breath, and, hear your words.
I am helping you reach for the stars.
Do not let the crowd stop you.
Keep reaching for the stars.
Your dream is always there to take.
Make yourself know the music.
The road is the first step.
So, step onto the stage.
Sing and reach for the stars.
The air is thin.
Does anyone care to reach up one last time?
Please, do not stare at the television too much.
The rush many have will read in disaster.
I can see a new chapter being written.
Burn the leech wi
Dreams Of Unfortold VisionsHere I sit;Dreams Of Unfortold Visions4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Waking up from a dreadful nightmare.
Dripping in my cold sweat.
Am I tripping over my own visions?
Stained with sin.
I can hear the rain knocking on the window.
There are dreams of unfortold visions.
It was the children who played together.
Seeing me alone.
I am feeling rather warm inside.
Some visions are fobidden.
I already saw her again.
The woman who gave life to me.
I can see the light.
Is this wishing...
..A brand new vision in my soul?
It was all a fairy tale...
..Until she kissed me hungerly.
Were there tears?
I once saw a new fear.
There I stood in the laws of nature.
Fall is sure a short season.
Nightmares gave me new reasons...
..To please myself in the mirror.
Society is unable to read my thoughts.
Deep into my own world again.
The ocean is a cold world.
Down in the deep.
Breath in the air that life has to offer.
Am I free again?
There are dreams of unfortold visions.
Cardboard HouseI live here all the time.Cardboard House4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All eyes upon me.
No one drives by anymore.
How many lives are in this world?
As lonely as I am...
..I can never cry.
Sometimes I try to fill my cup of life.
Can prove how right I am.
Not much room where I live.
"Excuse me, can you spare some change?"
Did anyone care about the doom...
..That looms upon the streets these days?
I just live in this place all the time.
The economies of the world...
..Seem to be losing their funds.
So the door slams in our faces.
I cannot run away from the problem.
It is not that I am afraid.
These are things I do not give a praise for.
The empire seems to be crumbling down...
..And the rain keeps falling from the sky.
Can people see this happening?
Are we going to be free?
Or, will this world bleed more?
Please keep me away from the sanitariums.
I only read destruction there.
There is a place I want to live in.
Trace back some years ago.
I was only a child...
..When I first ran away with tears.
Can I face my own fears?
I have alwa
Running MadLook at all the people now;Running Mad4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They run in the streets with blind visions.
It took a thousand years;
To figure out all those eyes lost in the crowd.
Like a new chapter in the book;
The pages can only bring a new sound.
There is a nook and crannie in a corner;
And somehow keeps the closet door closed...
While filled with the dark shrouds;
Of lost souls.
It was a world filled with so many cemetaries;
And the light just killed the stories.
Madness only keeps filling our world.
Yes, Sadness is a sign of emotion;
It just depends on the soul letting out the tear.
What is there to fear these days?
Too much pain?
Tons of rain to drown defenless souls?
I do not understand what is wrong anymore;
Since the story is so long to read.
Let me breath a moment.
Do we have to scream so loud?
Look at the clouds;
And tell me what makes the thunder sound?
Is there a voice;
Or is it the sound of lightning crashing?
Is this the hand;
Who is running mad in the world?
Do we have an eternal truth?
So many fill the
Common SenseThis is the ability that no one uses anymore.Common Sense3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It seems that People have a hard time;
Using this when it comes to using a brain.
That large organ in the skull.
Wait a moment.
This is a high supernatural ability.
Two words that keeps making stupid people think.
I am sorry.
Did I say that out loud?
There's the door if you do not like it.
On the way out;
Try not to let the door hit you...
..Where the good Lord split you.
As the zombie always knows what to say...
.."Use your brain before I eat it!"
Gates To The SoulThere are many faces in the clouds.Gates To The Soul4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The thunder becomes their sound.
Are there traces to the mind?
Why are the eyes staring at the lightning?
So many shout at the many things...
..That just sink the ship to the ocean floor.
Not many are coming home...
..To the hand that brings back the soul.
So many bring back the truth...
..That the tombs are flooded with.
I can see the water that fills the room.
Is the human race at a doom?
It happened so many years ago...
..When I remember the days of Noah.
Rain seems to have it's mystery.
It is just like looking into a picture frame...
..That is stronger than a photo album.
He listened to the warning...
..That others never took a chance to listen.
So many fools are Flooded into their deaths...
..That are not written in the sacred book.
The lightning become the eyes of the unseen.
Thunder is the voice of someone we cannot see.
It is just how the world needs to be.
The wind is how we breath.
Yes, we are stained with sin.
If only the first two came to
Behind The CurtainsLook at the sun now;Behind The Curtains4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Painted black and filled with hatred.
Look at the moon now;
Hanging with the sad face.
Take a look at the society now;
Banging in with all the war on the streets.
Too many bleed in the lands for pain.
Stand and look at the water;
Cursed with blood to kill the fish inside.
Everyone ran away from the high rise.
Now look at the blind faith;
Who wrote the bible?
Blame it on someone;
Then point fingers at the one who told the truth.
The curtain has fallen.
Everyone step into the lime light.
The rolling tanks are what fight to the death.
Then there is rolling thunder in the sky.
What lies behind the fallen curtain.
Do the skies bleed?
Or do they cash in filthy dollar bills?
What makes the curtain fall?
Everyone kills for a rich blessing.
It still makes me wonder.
What hides behind the bleeding curtian?
Look at the way the world works;
Everyone joins each other for war.
What book are you reading today?
The hook that brings fish in for the death.
So many city ruins line th
Writer's BlockToo Many Questions.Writer's Block3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not Enough Answers.
Songs Of UnityWhy...Songs Of Unity4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
..Must I be colored in this dark world?
The colors of black and white...
..Seem not to exist anymore.
Is it silver or grey?
I stand here in the cold rain.
Will it wash away the pain...
..Or give me a reason to many to blame...
..For such a vicious world?
There is not much I can do...
..But to live life the best I can.
This is how I came to this thought...
..After reading legends happening...
..Over two thousand years ago.
Tears were shed.
Years passed slowly.
Now so many stash their thoughts away.
People nashed their teeth at him.
Bashed him to the ground.
Then the thunder gave a long given sound.
So few understood the peace needed...
..For the dark world we live in today.
The deep dark world so far in the ocean...
..Lives with those who drown...
..In horrid sins caused by our own thoughts.
It seeps in our music today.
Unity and courage are so little today.
Many start Pouring a heart filled story...
..Only to have the door slammed in their faces.
Yes we h
UnHoly Nightmares.Something creeps under the bed.UnHoly Nightmares.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Deep into the pool of lost souls we shall go.
Can someone bail the dream...
..From this dark prison that I live in?
Wait! ..Something is going to grab you now.
That godforsaken plant growing in my soul.
Ooo, something woke me up...
..And it was a quarter past midnight.
It spoke to me as I was shivering.
I was quivering as the room grew cold.
The stones began to hop.
Now i'm seeing faces of run down stares.
Or was it how the sun never shines again?
Where are all these UnHoly nightmares coming from?
I see many doors.
The poor soul that I am.
Ooo, what makes me this scared?
UnHoly writings are upon the walls.
The halls certianly have twisted screams.
Is this a dream?
If it is... let me wake up!
Why am I having this UnHoly nightmare?
It is like a virus...
..Spamming my every vision.
Yes, it will keep going.
Showing me things I do not want to see.
UnHoly nightmares cause me to see things...
..In a place I wish not to be.
Let it swim.
Visions will swi
CobwebsEveryday that I wake up;Cobwebs4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I look into the bathroom mirror.
Reflections are upon my face.
Sadness and pain.
Madness and hate.
Traces of the things;
That become places I cannot see.
I see many names.
Each with a different race.
It is just like a broken picture frame.
Cracks line upon the glass;
That become certain craves of ruling.
What is the reflection fooling?
Here I am;
Looking back into the mirror.
I am off trying to smile.
Happiness and peace.
Loving and being free.
Will I run away from myself?
The sun always smiles.
Like a child having fun;
With the only emotions of heaven.
Somehow. I love going wild.
Can my reflection hear me;
As I seem to smile?
It what I want to be for a while.
Bend the glass all you can.
Mend all expressions together.
I can be who I am.
My own world.
What can we imagine?
At least fly on the other side.
The mirror is always there;
to be a new side of emotions.
The world is full of mystery.
Does the stork;
Always fly above
Faces In The WallI can hear voices.Faces In The Wall4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sometimes they call to me;
And tell me the choices they made.
The dark is under the bed;
Yet I tried to look under...
..When the eyes begin to glow at the door.
What noises did I hear under the bathroom door?
When I try to sleep;
I try to ignore the screams in the wall.
Streams of hatred;
Are what I see at the end of the hallway.
I just don't want to imagine;
The silver lightning that would strike it down.
I guess it was not what it seems to be.
Can you hear the voices in the wall?
It is as if I can see faces;
Sticking out in the mirrors.
The faces in the walls.
Who can hear them call my name?
Some are in tourmented pain.
Others can be in the cleansing rain.
How many faces are looking at me?
Traces are heard from the doors.
Does it matter?
It surely does to me.
I want to see the faces hidden in the walls.
I hear the voices again.
Deep under the bed;
I see the tears comine from under the matress.
The gears in my mind are turning.
Where are these fears coming from?
In The EndAnd In the end;In The End3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Everyone will find the light.
Something that will be found;
At the end of the tunnel.
And in the end.
The sun will shine once again.
Upon the faces;
Of those who survive.
Because the war is only just ending.
The grass is growing;
Upon the hills of a day filled with love.
In the end ..The sun will shine.
I want to tell you a story.
It is about a morning when I woke up;
On the day that I found who I am.
The sound of rain is the first thing I heard.
Only the train goes round;
on the path that it is guided by.
Does this mean;
That pelicans fly in the air...
..And follow the winds that guide them?
Fish follow the currents of the water;
That they can only see in the vast oceans.
This means I can see the sun;
In the sky that smiles away.
In the end;
The world is a place in heaven.
Trace the life of those who lived;
In the days of an unholy war.
Can this be the end;
Of the days when we only knew destruction?
Are we reconstructing a new nation?
Just look at the blew skies.
Broken LinesSomeone has manipulated his powers.Broken Lines4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The tower is now full of colors.
Even the flowers have a brighter color.
Has the sun made the tunnel lighter.
She has made him mightier.
Born a new soul.
Where the bowl has cleansing water.
Are the mending powers hers?
Both are bending the towers together.
One road leads to victory.
The other bleeds in destruction.
Is she able to reconstruct him back togehter?
Or will both be disabled forever?
Let him live.
Let her give.
Give a bow.
Do not go astray.
No one is afraid.
Be who they can be.
Bend a bow.
This is how the story goes.
Broken lines is how it comes first.
Burn away the sins.
Thin bodies grow stronger.
Helping hands last longer.
Broken promises will not do.
Spaces are becoming thin.
The path is growing thick in power.
Fortunes are what they never believed in.
Broken lines are the eyes of the soul.
Dream forever more.
See who is inside the light.
EternityLife ..Faith.Eternity4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mental ScarIf people think that words do not hurt;Mental Scar4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If people see that words and jokes are funny,
Just to see them laugh;
Mental scars are there for a reason.
Jokes can terrorize people
Choose the words properly.
Many are sensetive.
Words can cause suicide.
Sticks and stones;
May break your bones.
But, words never hurt you.
It happens to many.
The pure selfishness.
Choose the words wisely.
Because words can hurt.
Let us see more smiles.
Words do cause mental scars.
Last One BornHere I am;Last One Born4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Standing last in line.
No one looked for the emotions;
Hidden in my eyes.
Bitten in a bitter rage;
That stuck in my bottled rage.
The page in the book;
That burned away my hopes and dreams.
I felt like a dove trapped in a cage;
When the room is always dark.
Do we always hide in the gloom?
The fool is the one;
Who is blind by the monster they created.
There are many born last.
Are we standing alone?
Some are granting a one last wish.
There are demons always ranting in chaos.
Angels keep on standing at our side;
To guide us away from the darkness.
Imagine standing last in line.
The eyes stare at us.
Skies always rumble with lightning.
Take one last ride on the water.
It always feels wonderful.
Standing last in line.
We don't always follow the rules.
Some can fly free.
Others cry in the dark closet.
Just like how the clouds ride;
The silver streaks across the sky.
Life is always a mystery to me.
Which is different;
The light or the darkness.
Sometimes I wonder;
Calling Me AwayI can hear the wolves howling.Calling Me Away4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tears of darkness await a brand new world.
The sky is no longer blue.
I guess the sun has very few words to say.
Run children, run away from the moon.
Many rooms have only so much daylight.
Pain is what causes so much fright.
Everyone has a soul filled with blind faith.
Why is the rain filled with blood?
The years seem to always end in tragedy.
Just let us bend the rules until they break.
Freedom always fades from my dreams.
Are people trying to read what is in the dark?
Why are they calling me away?
What makes her cry?
Where do I try to burn for happiness?
Sadness is always making me heartache.
Are people always calling me away?
I am very afraid.
What do I praise for?
Make the rain clean.
Please make it breath!
I am always being called away!
Stop making me be afraid.
Do not let them call me away!
I can hear the children crying.
..They're trying hard with loud thunder.
Lighthing always sparks the fire.
Why are we afraid of the flashes in the