The Starry Skies

How can I create When the truth is not woven within me How can I innovate When the I always set my chagrin free The stones that enervate Eight thousand, seven hundred & eighty five days in my living spree And yet I still live within the gate Every night I recall the fear One day I might go to war One day I might carry my heavy spear That which I've forged over the course of many years Sticks and stones did break my bones But words broke me down and built me up anew I live and die by words They're the medium I channel my anger through I channel my perceived wisdom here, too I channel my belief systems and clues I channel all that I am and once have been I channel all that's within my skin I'm free, but gripped by fear Metaphorically and literally I hug myself at night a little tighter When I hear a noise that I think is approaching me Fear has a grip on me metaphysically It's clear that it exists perpetually Within the poems that I've written, my rhymes and s...

I warn you before You join me here, old friend This piece isn't like any other For my rhymes and words Here aren't really meant To be always present with each other This is a piece that's introspective Just like many before and many that'll come But it's also a piece set in first person In which to myself, I speak not This is to the world, to my friends and those For whom I care the most This is a message from within my soul This is a letter to whom it may concern I once thought about myself The dark fantasies that grip my twisted mind I once believed I could never escape them I once believed I could never survive I was once suicidal, filled with guilt Over things that I didn't cause I once hoped that I could commit But I was a coward after all I feared what came after death I feared the beyond I feared looking my mother in the eyes And telling her that her son gave up I'm no longer that way, it's been a while at least I've grown beyond what I once b...

  If I were born in a different time With a different tint The colours of my skies Would've likely never changed See, I see red Blue and black Purple too I find myself staring at the night sky More often than I should I dance to the tunes of birds Nature has a strange grip on me The world's hanging by the teetering balance of our souls But at night I'm truly free Or so I once thought For oh so many years But now I am awake during the day Finding myself a working man I walk among those with many years Of experience in their hands I learn what I can, discard what I once lost The sun does shine again on this lost soul I spend time with my friends, and dance to the tunes Of the birds, and sing along too I used to lie to myself a lot, to tell the truth I never believed I'd be where I am, doing what I now do But I put in the work I did improve I found myself walking among those fools Who, like me, believe in their dumb dreams And I hope we'll remain alike still As they go...