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.