Mother's LoveI can see two souls attached to each other.Mother's Love2 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 Dozen2 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?2 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
RainI can see your face in a photograph.Rain2 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.
Faces In The WallI can hear voices.Faces In The Wall2 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?
Cardboard HouseI live here all the time.Cardboard House2 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
Common SenseThis is the ability that no one uses anymore.Common Sense2 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!"
Last One BornHere I am;Last One Born2 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;
Reach For The StarsI had a certian thought in my mind.Reach For The Stars2 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
Living One More TimeIt was a dark world when you saved me.Living One More Time2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The pain was immense.
Rain had been tasting like tears.
Too many years had gone by..
..When I was lost On the other side if darkness.
My only fear ..is being alone.
The streets was the only place I roamed.
Did I bleed that much more in misery?
I guess grief was a losing battle.
It was a true mess of an eternal war.
Whorse are on ever corner.
Locked doors come without the keys.
I was like a dove in a brass cage...
..That wanted to be set free.
Let me breath now.
I want my mind to read a new world...
Children want to see with their own eyes.
Too many are blind.
And the skies become filled with sad clouds.
Why is the thunder not a welcoming sound?
The crowd must be filled with anger.
Then the clowns never want to laugh.
One day, people will be seeing broken crowns.
Maybe visions can have a spoken promise.
Are we praying with the right words?
There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Ooo, I can hear a brand new world waking up.
EternityLife ..Faith.Eternity2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dreams Of Unfortold VisionsHere I sit;Dreams Of Unfortold Visions2 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.
Running MadLook at all the people now;Running Mad2 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
Green JelloI am cold.Green Jello2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am covered in whipped cream.
Stuff me with any fruit.
I am very sweet.
Spike me with any alcohol.
I jiggle when I wiggle.
One thing though...
I am going down into someone's shirt..
..One way or the other.
Order In SessionIf only I was alone.Order In Session3 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
UnHoly Nightmares.Something creeps under the bed.UnHoly Nightmares.2 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
SocksWe come in all kinds of shapes, sizes and colors.Socks2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Warm and fuzzy.
Even toes and feet praise us.
We are worn by many.
The washer is most hated.
Call us anything you want
Do not dare call us toe jam.
Forgive us for leaving fuzz on your toes.
We are best worn fresh out of the dryer.
Being ThankfulI want to thank everyone.Being Thankful3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For being who you are.
I thank everyone for being wonderful.
For being wonderful souls.
Thank you everyone;
For being a family on Deviant Arts.
Without you all;
I don't think that we would be writing.
Nor would photos show our faces.
Painting would be obsolete;
If we did not have a minds eye.
We all live here as one.
A family of many talents.
The camera and pencil;
Live like a married couple.
Keep them close together.
The pair may give more than we imagine.
Keep all rare minds together.
Even though we may need sleep;
Our minds eye is deep in our soul.
So let the dreams colorful.
The words need to be bright.
That way, the light will shine.
The paint brush is like water;
It pours out so many colors.
The pencils give us a life;
Without it, we can not write our thoughts.
The camera is our eyes;
Without it, our memories will be lost.
Thank you all;
For encouraging each other.
Most of all;
Thank you all for clapping.
Because without a mind of its own;
Enchanted WhispersI can see a burning bush;Enchanted Whispers1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Deep inside a dark cave.
This is the story that sparked my interest.
There was someone in the light;
Dancing in the night with a full moon.
She must have been prancing the entire time.
And then I was in some strange trance.
There was a voice in the air;
Telling me not to be afraid.
Was it her telling me to pray;
Or was there something showing me my future grave?
I felt this fear growing inside of me.
Then, I was throwing myself closer to the fire.
There was a whisper.
I wish I was alive.
Where are these whispers coming from?
Ooo, I want to be alive!
Can I breath now?
I just want to breath.
What are these whispers?
I can hear them screaming.
When will I be alive again?
Here I now stand.
Deep inside the dark tunnel.
That light that blinds me.
Then I ran.
Away from the screams.
This dream is haunting me!
Launching illicite laughters at me.
The tunnel is getting cold.
Gates To The SoulThere are many faces in the clouds.Gates To The Soul2 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
CobwebsEveryday that I wake up;Cobwebs2 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
Lost In Her SoulWhen I was standing on the roof tops;Lost In Her Soul2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I felt a new image come to my eyes.
The vision of me;
Running through the corn crop feilds.
Someone must have told me;
I fell in love with her hair locks.
Was I too afraid to knock on her door?
My poor soul just won't take this much longer.
Just like a dog sitting at an empty water bowl.
Was I wrong to think that way?
My soul bleeds to hold her.
Just like a closet full of dusty fur coats.
Lust for a new soul has taken a toll on me.
I am lost in her soul.
The sound of her voice;
Is etched in my mind.
My eyes are watery.
Must be the cries I hear from her.
I am lost in her soul.
My lungs hurt from the pain I feel.
Let the rain cleanse her free.
My soul burns to get her back.
Someone tell me how she is doing.
I am lost in her soul.
Let the bowl be filled with clean water.
Only her soul is what frees my visions.
I know my words are filled with rust.
My path must keep on moving.
How long can I last this way?
Too much pain is inside of me.
Let the rain wa
I Am An Angry BirdDo not make me angry.I Am An Angry Bird1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I got my ways to deal with you.
You will be put into the sling shot.
I will make sure you get shot off into space.
Or I can make sure you go into a brick wall.
Behind The CurtainsLook at the sun now;Behind The Curtains2 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