Same Old Song

Same Old Song

My heart is breaking

Things I love are taken

Endless time, I’m wasting

Fake words is what I’m saying

I’m not religious

But I’m over here praying

Funny how it ends like that

Only when times are tough

That’s when we wanna go back

My mind is clouded

My mouth is stitched

My limbs are stiff

I’m always feeling like I can’t move on

Stuck in a life-long loop

Playing the same old song

Trying to take things in

Breath by breath

But it’s hard to breathe

The atmosphere is filled with

Hate, disgust, liars and thieves

I feel all alone

You only know you’re lost

When you’re missing home

You only know the cost

When you’re dry to the bone

Trying to hide the pain

Deep down so it doesn’t hurt

But nothing is what I gain

In the end it never works

I’m always feeling like I can’t move on

Stuck in a life-long loop

Playing the same old song

Misery is my melody

Misery also loves company

But it seems the only one singing

Is me

I’m losing tears

Over hidden fears

That come to light

Who knew that the dark

Could be so bright

The beginning is always the darkest of days

Can’t seem to find my way

Just trying to stay strong

Just trying to hold on

But I’m stuck in a life-long loop

Playing the same old song

I’m always feeling like I can’t move on

Stuck in a life-long loop

Playing the same old song

Sticks & Stones

Sticks & Stones

We all heard that saying:

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but them words would never hurt me.”

That may be true

but is it reality?

Cause them words may not hurt me

but they stay with me

Hide deep down within me

Haunt me, tear me

Scare me, tease me

Those words live in me

Feed off me

Emotionally drain me

Those sticks and stones only hurt temporarily

But those words drive me into insanity

So, “Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but them words would never hurt me”

Is that reality

Or is it sophistry?

Maybe it’s true metaphorically

But literally

We need a new saying like:

“Sticks and stones may break my bones

but them words could emotionally

kill me.”

A Heart Felt Message

A Heart-felt Message

One day I heard the message:

“A hard head makes a soft behind,

And the tallest trees you fall from are the ones you choose to climb.”

And then I started thinking,

Another gem popped in my head:

“A life well-lived can’t be achieved from the safety of your bed.”

And then I felt the message,

A wisdom somewhere deep

It made its presence known,

From my head down to my feet.

I kept on contemplating

Till I couldn’t think no more

My conscience started kicking in

Of this I was sure.

I felt it in my heart

That some things I did were wrong.

And I couldn’t keep them

As a secret

In the dark for long.

I knew I had a hard head

And I’d made a soft behind

But now I want to see the Sun and leave that life behind.

I didn’t have a helmet, a harness, or the time

But I kept in picking California Redwoods, tryna climb.

But now those days are over

My head’s soft as it should be

And without all that extra armor

I can finally see.

I see the path before

I know who I can be

And that doesn’t include

Being the man who climbed the largest tree.

This heart-felt message changed me

It stayed inside my head

Because a life well-lived can’t be achieved from the safety of your bed.

Why?

Why?

Why’d you leave me stranded

When you didn’t have to leave?

Why’d you choose to go away?

Did it have to do with me?

I was told you had postpartum

But didn’t know what that meant.

Why didn’t you take pictures of the places that you went?

Why did I call others, “mother”

When you’re the one who gave me birth?

Why do I still think about you

Even though sometimes it hurts?

Why aren’t we together

As a mother and her son?

Dad told me that God decided

There could only be one.

Why won’t you see me graduate,

Get a license and a car?

Why’d you have to leave me behind

Without me knowing who you are?

Life's Mystery *

Life’s Mystery

Life is a mystery

One that never seems to be solved

All answers beyond what the eye can see

Through all life’s twists and turns

Through hate that burns

And love that mourns

This mystery is never solved

More and more everyday people lie

To hide what’s hidden on the inside

More and more everyday people try

To get away from the corrupted outside

But they get nowhere

Stuck in between the here and there

Where no one seems to care

Outside is filled with tears and laughter

Along with poor miscommunication

But all that’s gone when you enter the hereafter

Along with rich information

About the pain of roses

About the door that closes

And how money poses

In this life that’s filled with sensations

The question is why to we hate

Those who are kind

And love the ones that are now late?

And for an answer I get a question

With dirty looks from dirty faces

Not to mention

The failed riots, protests, and interventions

There’s no answer to the question

That troubles my black and white mind

To ease my troubled mind

I take a sip

Then my heart and soul come to life

Into memory lane I take a dip

Not realizing I’m causing strife

With the hurt and pain I’m collecting

My insides suddenly projecting

The help that I’m now neglecting

Then there’s the little boys and girls

Sucked into deception and temptation

By the big bad cruel world

They use this as an excuse to fill sensation

To be the baddest kids around

To clarify their silent cries at night that don’t make a sound

To show why they starve themselves to lose a pound

And explain why they live their life in desperation

Life is a mystery

One that never seems to be solved

And never will be

Contradiction

Contradiction

There will be no peace without war

To give is to gain

But what for?

To love is to hate

But wait…

Now we’re to late to love some more

We lie when we try to be true

We’re true to those who lie

We give up when all we do is try

Then we cry in the night

Yet we try to find the light

We lie in bed with those who we do not kiss

And kiss those who belong to another

We’re hurt by our father

But blame our mother

They call us their son

But don’t treat us like a child

Apparently we’re their daughter

But yet we’re too wild

They lock us up and throw away the key

Then ask why we are not free

We hear the words true love

And know its meaning

We say the word love

And have no clue to its true meaning

We all want to be real but act fake

We all give more than we can take

And take more than what we make

We say stop but proceed to go

We say yes but really mean no

We say we know but we have no clue

We believe in lies but not what’s true

We live in a world where being bad is the new good

Instead of learning from schools we learn from the hood

Instead of reading books we’re getting lit

Throwing our life away with every sip

We live in a world where being rude is the new kind

Tell others to stay out our business

But don’t know how to mind mine

We live in a world of realistics

But stay stuck in the fiction

With all these lovely contradictions. 

The Piece of Glass

The Piece of Glass

A piece of glass I see

Lying on the ground by its lonesome

It must tell a story

The light it reflects of so handsome

How many things it's seen

But then came to its shattered end

The reflection was keen

But laid to rest without hope of mend

So, where did it come from?

It is the only piece around me

It is but a small crumb

To where did its other small friends flee?

It's a sad piece of glass

It's a camera lost in a big field

Was it thrown by a blast?

Its soul could not be a behind a shield

Around me it's quiet

The empty buildings are silent too

Was it a past riot?

Or can this piece of glass be a clue?