Thursday, November 3, 2011

Echo (P1)


I know that a decade ago my life wouldn't have been where it is if it wasn't for the effects of a few
Untimely events

Allans done
He's failed
He can't go on much longer with a smile
While he knows he don't belong 

Allan is reckless
He is helpless
Life has beaten him 
Why don't he quit 
What can he really do 
Held down
He holds down 
Whatever he touch

Let's leave him 
Death has followed him
Nothing can grow around him

They all know 
He's nothing special
Just a young soul who beloved invincibility is his entity 
Buts he's invisible to the world
Allan can't succeed
Allan can't stand 
Love, prosperity....
Even life....gave him a losing hand

Allan is Sand 
Nothing grows from it.


Scream It (P2)


I can't believe what some people have thought of me 
I'm a failure of them 
So much dirt thrown on a name 
The world is surprised to see a garden grown.
Long ago I left home 
My brain forgot the way back and its ok 
My heart died and my soul forgot the pain
And I wouldn't rather it a different way

..........My fingertips however
Could never forget the strain 
My hands calloused with the grain of the rope I used to pull down success from above
The day I planned to recreate my whole load 
I predetermined successes
And sparked a flame under the kerosene called hope...
 and laid the echos to rest

Blueberry (K)nights


The dedication 
was of complete exhilaration
A power preoccupation of unification
So quaint the elevation of eloquence
I wasn't hesitant the jump the fence
Now more sensible the experience brought about hindrance
So forgive my patience for the delay
It seems as my emotions run in relay
And as I relate the message to my brain from my heart just so my soul can feel it....
I gather my thoughts and to try and understand why my lips conceal this.
The objectivity of connectivity in reality
........all relies
...on me. 
Time won't allow me to find what has already been in front of my eyes twice this lifetime.
But surprise I burst out of the shell of solitude that have for a longtime caused an antisocial attitude. 
I'm on a plain so high and this feeling is just increasing my altitude. 
And I don't mean to be rude 
when I request for you to strip out of the skin that has held your angelic features in, 
 I know no human can obtain the type of attention I have given so to the embodiment. 
Of you

Love Dessert(us)


Love deserters 
Your arms open 
I feel my love found a home
The say only time will tell 
So I guess we would grow old 
Holding on to each other

Put the crayons back in the box
I'm done drawing new pictures

Love deserves us 
It's been to long since I found a place where I can lean back and enjoy a smile all day
Sometime instead of a movie let's go to Broadway
Cause the way I'm curving these roads 
It's you I wanna stay in a lane with