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How dark will it be when it dawns on us

That there is no one left who's right?

Everything that is false is true,

everything that is true

is false

wrong is right and right is wrong,

up is down and down is up

Through the dialectic they pervert your

views, through logic they distort what

is true

This is the world we live in,

one where fact is opinion

Doubt leads to control,

and that leads to suffering

For it does not give

it takes

Only love can set you free from

this prison of a reality

In his name I pray, please illuminate the

way

Begone, Demon I release myself

from your service.

Go back to where ye came,

satan

I have been redeemed by him

who is true,

through the knowledge of infinity

I will spread his good news

No matter how powerful the corrupted ones are,

You must like a lion roar ever,

For your right,

You must ever fight.

If they make an effort to corner you every day,

You must raise your voice without any delay,

That might is right you must remember,

Let your heart glow like an endless fire.

Tolerating any crime is also a sin,

 Not you, they are empty like a balloon from within.

 Febuary.17.2002 8:40pm

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

There are things people do

When they're not thinking right

If I could only get in touch with you 

I'll look you in your eyes

And say sorry as I hold you tight 

As I wipe the tears away as we cry

And promise I'll never hurt you 

I promise you that this day

And let me assure you 

That's no lie

Please sweetheart

Give me another try

She's the one who tore us apart

With all her lies

Can't you see

You're one with my soul 

Since the start 

I never really wanted to set you free

Or let you go

What I'm trying to say

Is I'm sorry deep down inside

I want you back in my life

I don't want it anyother way 

Remember our saying

Best friends and a day

From the begining to the end

I miss you 

These words I write

They are all true

I want you back in my heart

In my eyes

Back in sight

Copyright

you're a hundred unfinished poems taking up space under my bed 

you're a million pictured memories collecting dust inside my head
 

you're the voice I hear singing in the dead still of the night
 

when everything is wrong, you're the only thing that's right. 

You, me, people,

I could be mistaken,

Because I have been,

Often,

But---

I do think,

That people have a right,

To inflect a smidgen,

Or a bit,

Or a touch,

Of their personality,

Into all they do,

And too,

They have, at the same time,

A responsibility to,

When in conversation with others,

For reason of accomplishing a task,

Or even just enjoyment,

Or making small talk,

To acknowledge to some degree,

The other person's personality,

And assess to it, a like or dislike,

And either chuck it, 

And focus on the subject matter 

Of the conversation,

Or enjoy it as they choose,

But certainly not allow 

For your like,

Or dislike,

To control or influence them,

In their evaluation process

On a given topic, and then 

Take out aggression 

On an individual

For their inability to

Place their feelings

About one's personality aside.

But alas! There IS a viable solution

For such individuals, which would be,

To purchase one dozen eggs,

Because if someone's personality

Bothers you, you can then 

Remove one from the carton,

And suck on it, 

And if it breaks,

You still have 11 more,

Just be careful of the shell.

9:32 PM 6/20/2013

©

I found my daughter dead today with a needle in her arm,
I thought I taught her right from wrong to shield her from such harm.
Authorities preach “Just Say No!”.  Do they simply play the “game”?
Society yields a great cash flow…their naivety a shame.

Egos argue a dollar bill amount….
As innocent lives don’t seem to count….

A man decays behind steel bars…
He pays for his mistakes….   And ours.

The fight goes on…
What’s right?
What’s wrong?

The lesson’s learned.
Be careful what and how you enjoy.
This life….so brief….is not a toy….

         …….I found my daughter dead today.

© 2002

Edited by a Title Change 2013 © 

I don't want to anymore...
Every  time i do I always end up on the floor.
Just laying there.
Waiting.
Watching.
Hesitating.
Whether or not i should even bother getting back up.
Just please, somebody, fill this cup.
fill this cup up with something that wont fuck me up.
I've had enough of the poison,
Enough of the noise in my head,
Enough wishing  I was dead.
Enough.
I will regain my composure from this mentality of lead.
I will find myself,
Reattatch my shoulders to my head.
I will find my peace of mind,
No more leaving my own desires behind.
Just wait and you will see me in the light of another kind.
I will win this fight,
I will find my light.
Don't think I won't make it out,
because i just might.
It is my right.
My right to survive,
my right to be alive.

- The Fever

Shrouded with doubt.. cynicism has buried it's way in..

through the skin.. parasites, they grin.. 

I don't know if i'm mean't to be where I am anymore, cause I made a mistake long ago,

did it take me off the right road?

maybe there isn't a right!! maybe everything is just wrong...

perhaps neither of the two.

damn, it can seem so confused.. 

These days are like flying forever on an aeroplane, constantly changing destinations while the inside stays the same..

too many people got money on the brain, i'm tellin' you it's gunna really rob your heart of the warmth that brings about positive change.. 

but you're too worried about keeping the change you could be sparing to another brother, in need of some support..

God could of wiped me from this earth by now..

the tears I shed are so full of life, & yet so fucking dead..

is this emptiness set apart from what's actually going on within my head..?

will these mends ever be made?

my heart is not your scapegoat, & my mind is not your slave..

so step away.. i'm not able to be caged.