Thoughts
26 lines is alot to ask of a man who
writes just to keep himself alive.
To keep sanity in a world that doesnt
understand what sanity is anymore.
People going to such extremes just
to prove the smallest of points.
Points that are only noticed by themselves
because the world is to buisy to pay attention to itself.
Laws are made, and things change but only if
your looking through the right side of the glass.
Because when the smoke clears the
common man will still be on the same side he always was.
The magic of power will be present but the
stink of it's legacy will prove fatal.
The people will lose, and the world will still be.....
and the ones who think otherwise
are still children themselves.
It's not so hard to imagine......it's not so
hard to want to be somthing different.
I love just like others love, but when the
shade gets drawn who's realling
pulling the string.
How would it be
If it ended tomarrow
Where would i be
Feeling all alone
So incomplete
If you said it tomarrow
What would it be
Looking into darkness
Because tomarrow's hard to see
If we lost it tomarrow
Would the feelings stay
Or would they leave like the wind
blowing ocean tides astray
If i needed you tomarrow
Would you be there for me
I'm asking right now
How would it be
Forget Me
Overlooking what's in front of me
Eyes of stone staring out so blankly
Have i become what i despise
Empty handed i still reach out
As the voice in my head screams and shouts
Just get on with your life
There's two sides to each picture
But only one makes any sense
Is this the end of my future
Or will the past let me forget
I
I've done what i could when i couldn't
I've helped who i can when i can't
I've seen more darkness than daylight
And lost when there's nothing left to lose
I've loved when i didn't know the meaning
I've hated when i didn't know the cause
I've dreamed the dreams of many
I've lived like all is lost
I gave up on the reasons
The truth is never real
I've found out all i want is
A life worth remembering...
Questions
What do you do when there's nothing to do?
What do you write when there's nothing to say?
Who do you count on when nobodies there?
What is it that i'm trying to say?
Why do we fix what isn't broken?
How do we love what isn't real?
Where do we hide when there is no shelter?
What is it that i'm trying to feel?
They always say when your young,
you'll understand when your older.
How old do you have to be?
When Is It Enough
Lost in a generation i don't feel a part of
Born way after my time i guess...
Computers,Cell Phones,I Pads,I Phones,Tablets,
I Remember when everything was simple
When everything didn't need to be posted world wide
Facebook,Myspace,Twitter,dating sites,
True love can now only be found if you have a credit card
and pay a monthly charge
To this generation i'm sure it's perfect
To this generation i'm sure it's not enough
Last Night Was Better
Morning comes with fury.
Hurracane force winds telling you to
start the day.
Head's pounding like Vinnie Paul from Pantera
is playing drums with my brain.
Tired isn't the word for it.
Through the first cigarette of the day i can
still taste the bourbon.
Thoughts remain useless, & my head is spinning
Like a mary go round going 400 mph.
Time is the only thing standiing in the way.
Time is a friend but also a enemy.
I try to wash the sleep from my eyes
to no avail.
Looking in the mirror the lights reflection
is blinding.
In the end there's only one thing i can say.
"Fuck I'm Hungover"
Impressum
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.10.2014
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