Sick

I'm so sick of getting hurt
of being strung along
wanting to be content
with this life, this song

maybe it wasn't meant to be
the life i live that needs to be free
maybe it needs to end
since i am unable to bend

I am not cutout for life
my sensitive soul
can't handle the strife
its tired of being the fool

I hope those i love will understand
if i choose a different path
i hope they can comprehend
if i end this wrath

i don't wish to be selfish
but life is so miserably
when i think happiness is near
it strikes me and leaves me bear

Its just isn't worth  it
the endless pain
i can't help these feelings
that wish it would all end

The King

Selfishness is king
it rules the whole land
why settle
when he can have it all?

Money, power, sex, fame
it was all his to claim
why be good
when evil wins the game?

Principles be damned
they do no good
survival of the fittest
is the greatest good

Assert your power
embrace your strength
crush those beneath you
Go to any length

Why try to do right
when no one else does?
When those you believe are good
disappoint as they should

They do whats rational
and put themselves above
all the others
they claim to love

The good aren't so different from the bad
though they pretend to be
its a form of power,
their virtue and nobility

Go ahead, justify what you do
I'll be honest and admit
Im in it to win

Lies

He chose to believe his lies
to pretend it was all clear
that if he just tried
happiness was near

But alas he found the truth
as it stabbed him in the back
that he had been duped

time to return from whence he came
to a truth filled with misery
to a life just the same
promising mediocrity

Lies are nice while they last
but eventually subside
just like the sun
to reveal overcast

He swears its the last time
he would believe the lies
but the devil soon whispers
thats the lie of lies

Captive he is
to pursue the fleeting
irresistible it seems
until he's bleeding

The Journey

It was rainy and dark.

I rode my bike down the street.

My heart heavy with regret,

sinking in defeat.

My legs burned but along I rode,

the street stretched out before me,

telling me where to go,

as I made my journey.

The breeze sung softly,

a lovely harmony,

entranced in wonder,

as I beseeched thee.

Please show me the way,

As I go down this road,

which path to take,

as the story unfolds.

Im not sure why I'm here

Why I am as I am

but whatever it is

please make it clear

I will continue this journey

into the misty haze

discovering the beauty

while exploring the maze.

The Drama King

Drama courses through

what can he do

when the mind plays its tricks

and the heart is enraged

when the enemy is within

and attacks your soul 

when you feel empty 

and are the fool

The fight continues

to quiet the mind

to finally have peace

and touch the divine

The war wages on

While he is unsure

if what he does matters

or if he just shatters

He is confused and bewildered

by a life bereft of peace

a heart that needs love

and mind that can't cease

Problems with no Answers

Nobody knows anything

Yet the world goes round

We pretend we know

drowning the world with sound

we pass off legend as truth

we pass of truth as lies

we ignore the facts

that don't surmise

Lets drop the facade

that we got the answers

to solve what is wrong

and prevent the cancer

The crazy fact of life

is that society is a mess

but one that gets by

despite the duress

History unfolds

Lessons never learned

History repeats

people get burned

People demand solutions

and people resist change

yet both are incompatible

maybe we are deranged

Yet the world keeps turning

the people get by

the unthinking masses

believing lies

But they have no choice

for the truth is fleeting

the facts aren't there

and the truth is deceiving 

But no one wants truth

they want to be right

there lies the problem

the problem we must fight

The Walls Within

He put up walls

to hide his heart

his love of poetry

his love of art

He should be vulnerable

He should be real

but then his heart breaks

when he removes the seal

He doesn't know why

its so hard to cry

to let others in

to express whats within

He is really trying

but then relapses

acting stupid

like pugnacious asses

The first time

He wrote a poem

he was mocked

his heart was broken

When everything is a joke

vulnerability isn't needed

one can get by

without being heeded

Its almost a reflex

this impulse inside

to obtain cheap laughs

with stupid gaffes

Then when he's alone

he feels the pain once again

the fact that he is lonely

with no real friends

No one he truly trusts

No one to feel free

to wonder at a sunset

and explore underneath

The surface conversation

that masks what is real

and get to the truth

of how we truly feel