We Are, We Are

Always on schedule, never on time.
The herd won’t be dismissed until five.
I sigh, and remind myself that this is what I signed up for.
Far from poor, but even further from prosperity.
Rich in culture, but what does that mean to a society with a broken heart?
Our wings, ripped apart.
That’s how I know, God is truly dead.
Instead, I lay my head where the gold is hidden.

You see; I’m close to striking, when in reality, I have no teeth for the biting.
Appetites, taken away from law.
Men of status, who disregard the system.
I don’t have to be behind bars to tell you, life is prison.
I am trapped by my desire, all due to the influence.

We are, we are, the ones who built the throne for God.
We are, we are, the ones who killed armies for King.
We are, we are, the ones who died for your sins.
We are, we are, the ones who live for nothing, if we aren’t truly living.
I pray, to myself, I learn to let go of these chains, because it is I, who holds the key.

Tale Of Late Lovers

As bright as the moon, during my loneliest nights.
As beautiful as the sky, during my warmest days.
I, too, have fallen in love with you.
Soon; all that I know, will be all that I knew.
I grew a garden for you, and made sure all the flowers resembled your scent.
I’m bent by my flaws, but spent most of my time straightening them out.
I send my best bird to scout your every move.
Smooth as the river, flowing through as one.
My heart, hung, as if I’ll never know what your voice sounds like.

I have hope; not even the arrows, which have found refuge in my chest, can stop me.
I’m weak from war, but strong from your stare.
My life won’t be spared, but we found each other in our own despair.
With one breath, an entire world, you will discover.

My love is forever.
My love is promised.
My love is faithful.
My love is honest.
I will die, knowing I loved you, too late.
God has no choice, as he open the gates.
I pace, slowly to a destiny accepted.
But as long as my blood touched your hand, I will accept my fate.
Sweet lips, as I exhale.

Just Drink

One day, they will leave my body on your doorstep.
Beaten, and bloodied.
Face so unfamiliar, yet so lovely.
All of your mistakes, repeating, like nothing really matters.
Legs broken, chest battered.
If I could speak, I would tell you that I’m sorry.
Not for getting caught, but for getting trapped.

At the dotted line; I signed my name, in blood, so I knew that when the consequences come, I won’t be blindsided.
Yet, here I lay, misguided.
The offer always leaves a question behind me.
Quiet, the silence gives me the most answers.
I’ve trusted the sharks, before the ocean.
I’ve trusted the stars, before the sky.
I’ve trusted the mind, before the heart

When I wake up, just drink from my veins.
I learned all, too late.
I wish I could change my fate, but I changed my ways, and found their heels making love to my face.
Regret hits you hard, and we roll with the punches.
Punch drunk, my ship has sunk, so save the children, and have them carry the legacy.
Just drink from my bones, and make the world your own.
Just drink.

A Little Wiser

Cold hands in warm palms.
We knew that the seasons would change, but why did you?
Calm, the wind sings with me.
It’s lifting, how we can love one another, and then start ripping out every flaw in me.
I’m not mad, more disappointed, because you had promise.
You ignore your cost, because money was never an issue, when in fact; it was.
Love; the only thing in this world that’s free, yet, you let it pass by like a train that won’t stop.
The clock is ticking, my friend.

In the end, we’re all hanging by a thread.
I’d rather be dead, than live, knowing I won’t reach for the stars.
Yet, here we are.
You’re a milestone, a stepping ladder, and that’s more than you deserve.
In reverse, I was the golden egg, and you were just a bird.
I’m dancing with the galaxy, holding it for what it’s worth.
You’re sinking into the ocean, drowning from your words.
I welcome the challenge.
Without it, I would seek balance, but you give it to me with no malice.
I could steal candy from the infant, but I keep my distance, because when he get’s older, and is a little wiser, I’ll creep in, silently, like a spider.
A fighter, I hope, but I won’t give up, like a tiger, to protect his cubs, and take his blood, because he was one of us, but he couldn’t get it done.
You asked for me to lose my doubt, well, it’s been gone.
Remember; a King is nothing without his pawns.

The Drink

A toast to our youth, it’s all we have, at this moment.
Our livers open, with no protest, we smile in war.
It’s pitch black, inside, we sit back, and let it take over.
Fear of growing older, because our goals seem so far away.
Sometimes, I wish things would be different; instead of drinking, we could be thinking of new theories, instead of thinking of old series.
Old series, that can only put the pieces to the past.
I hate to break it to you, but the drink, it won’t last.
The poison will, and we’re sinking fast.

Try to understand my words, they’re slurred, but make sense.
It wasn’t the first, or the third, but the fifth that made logic exist.
For once, things are alright.
The cancer can finally breathe.
I know things are out of the box, but what’s stock without someone to invest?
What’s a chest without a heart to rest?
I’m blessed, really.
I could’ve been with my uncles, drinking in hell, but for my father’s sake; I stayed out of the cell, didn’t dwell in the beer of my kin, passed the gin, for water is the well that won’t leave me dry.
In time; I’ll figure it out, the signs will tell.
But tonight; I don’t drink for them, I drink for myself.

Diamonds

In a glass display; there are rings, diamond rings.
Different sizes, luster, character, but in the end, diamonds.
Standing in perfect form, next to each other, waiting for someone to save us.
Yet, we enjoy our company, forge an alliance, and create memories.
We never lose our shine, because we have our love.
Where we came from, could break us, but we smile at nameless faces.
Waiting to take our place, sized up, in case we don’t fit, but we always do.
My friend; chosen for a greater purpose, he hugs the finger of someone more valuable than me.
No goodbyes, just an empty note, no signature, no warning.

I realize; in time, we grow older, and give less caution to moving forward.
My shoulders, can’t carry the weight, yet, here I stay; bones break, but never shake.
I’m awake; most nights, because I can’t help but think about our fate.
I know you won’t be here much longer, and how dare you tell me to be stronger.
You, without a father, me, without a proper.
I weep, because we were one of a kind, and you left to become three.
On her finger, by his failure, you were always destined for better.
I guess, Diamonds are forever, but never together.

 

I Can Feel My Heart Beating

Maybe, it’s time, blind leading the blind.
I find myself breathing harder, the weight on my mind.
At night, I can feel my heart beating, without ever feeling.
I’m confused, because it hurts, and at any moment, it could burst.
What a sight it would be, for my mother to see, her son, with gold.
This is getting old, I don’t enjoy repetition.
I don’t enjoy growing bitter.
It’s like death is clocking out for me, and I’m getting closer to pay day.
mayday, mayday, let’s start the melee.
A jungle for the fight, and bare knuckles for the face.
In some ways, I had this coming to me.

My heart, it reminds me why I mourn.
Whether the storm, weather, we can’t predict.
I’m sick, yet, I’m suppose to pull through this.
I wonder, why now?
Why ever, aren’t we good people?
My body is my temple, my flesh is cold, soul is gentle.
Through the days, we may find a way, I mean, it’s all mental.
Pencil my departure, because I haven’t even begun to wrestle the idea of lying with the devil.
When the moon is dark enough, then I’ll close my eyes, and we’ll run in my dreams, and take off our disguise, and my, your eyes are the reason why it’s okay if I die.

Take Out Your Pistol

Walk 10 paces, turn around, and trade faces.
Draw.
Names across our minds, time rewinds, and we find our fondest memories.
Since the day you were born, I knew we would end up here, as enemies.
Lifeless, you found nothing to live for, and I’ll be damned if you take that away from me.
See, we come from broken homes, except I knew how to fix mine, you left before you could learn.
The wheel turns, you’re either helping it rotate, or taking the road that leads to no place.
This rhyme is annoying, ain’t it?
You don’t have the faintest idea of how we got so famous, so, let me paint this picture for you.

Home; in my zone, I am King, my throne is designed to keep me warm, and diamonds are sewn across.
Your prone to emotions, letting it get the best of you.
How could you understand?
A man; with no hope, can’t prepare for war, let alone protect his own.
You must die.
You bring shame to our kind, and we’re fine with the notion.
One more step, and you’ll be out of our hairs.
10.
One shot, one life, one moment, one stare.
I am finally rid of this cancer.
I can start anew.
I am one with the spirits.
I am at peace with God.
I am free from the wicked, but most importantly, free from myself.

Annoying

At any given moment, I’d open a new wound.
I’m annoying.
I can’t stay still, I blink too much, I fret in bed, I think too much.
You could be in my arms, and I would still want to poke holes at you.
Leaving your cold skin, knowing I’m keeping it warm, just to carry out these tacts, designed by children.
We’re building towards a fresh future, filled with ideas, and adventures.
Here I am, here I enter, in the center, for better measure, trying to get under you skin, for my pleasure, oh, and it gets better.
I’m never satisfied.

I rather die than to never have you.
I know that I fasten my own noose, and the tree is waiting for me, but we spoke of what we believed in, and the love we have is just starting to grow.
I’ve shouted a thousand times “I won’t, anymore.”
Followed by a thousand lies.
I can sit here, and say that I tried, but trying only means I didn’t want to in the first place.
Your space, I give it, and we reflect when there is room.
Sometimes, I feel like my doom is illuminated by the moon, and will arrive at sunrise.
If so, I must stop being the pest, and be the best that you know I can be.
We’re talking about spilled milk, but at the end of the day, it still spilled.
Spoiled, but I know we can clean this up, if we just work on it, together.
I have flaws, yes, but you love me, even when my head is in the wrong direction.
No regrets, just love, and growth.
Whatever challenge we approach, we took an oath to overcome them as one soul.
I want you.

Finding God

How far must I go?

Turning pages, these words mean nothing.

Yes, they can relate to my situations, but to take a man’s child to test his faith?

Sometimes, I just don’t understand.

I was raised by wolves, and adopted by hypocrites.

We all live out the lies we were built on, telling stories of his glory, when in fact, he sounds like a killer.

Cold-blooded, I just don’t understand.

We could rejoice, sing the songs of fallen ones, and pretend like we didn’t witness it, but as I get older, I grow colder.

Bolder, my tongue forgets it’s filter.

Shaking off the stones that are thrown in my direction, I’ve never felt better.

I’m getting rid of what held me back.

They say you can do anything through christ, but my actions are enough for me to pay the price, why, I slice open the apple with my sword, not a knife, and she flies to the moon, when I took my first step into her earth.

My God is love, not hate, or distaste of those insane.

We’re all different shades of apes.

Our nature, kind, yet born with survival instincts.

We love, because we fight for so long, that when the war is over, we need comforting.

I’ll be damned if my God doesn’t love me.

I’ll be damned if my God sends my brother to hell for being different.

Sharing the same blood, same heart, same mind, but different taste, we should grow wiser, and be filled with grace, not beheaded for a petty man’s shame.

If finding God, is to judge one another, I rather die with my lover, knowing she was wrong in your eyes, but perfect in mine.

Get on it with.