November-16-2003
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
I ask thee above
What is my purpose Down Below
Why do you keep sending a different love
Why this pain you bestow
Wasted time
Is all it seems That i have
What is the purpose for my talent to rhyme
Please tell me what to do for my be half
I ask of you to just let me be able to laugh
If it weren't for my little one God
Id be up there with you
Making a difference in heaven
But I'm so confused i don't know what to do
Why must i be down here
Everyone doesn't like me
And no one shows that they care
The ones that show true feelings are taken not free
Still i cant fight the temptation
I've made a sin
I cant stop the love making
No matter what way i look at my situation
I can never win
So there goes wasted time
On those days that i have nothing planned
As i sit here time has passed by
Thinking where am i going to stand
Thinking were ill end up
Where am i going to go
Sometimes at night i just sit here and cry
Asking God my purpose on earth
Why wont you let me know
Other times i wish i were with you
I wished just to die
I have no understanding on things
On the way of the direction
Or what God brings
Even on how to really show affection
Wasted time
My life is such a mess
And its probably not worth a dime
What God has in store for me
I'll just sit here and guess
And all this wasted time from it ill never be
Copyright
People refuse to learn.
Instead of cherishing
what they have,
they always think
the grass is greener
on the other side,
and the only reason
it looks that way,
is because it's fertilized
with bullshit.
Where have all the smart people gone?
6:25 AM 6/27/2013 ©
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ejga4kJUts
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These fairytales of life we buy like shattered bits of humble pie,
They convolute and twist our minds far into a world where the true dream is denied,
We hold them high above what's real,
The wheel of life and what we feel gets wasted
In the dream beyond the chasms we create...far from love, and it's chasteness.
The dream is now, the only one, the stories we weaved,
Withered and dying in the gutters of the fold,
The time arrives for every man to unravel his mess within,
And let go the fairytales of old,
...allow this future to unfold.
7:59 PM 4/20/2013 ©
i fret and fear the end is near,
there ahead I see the days of my death
Surrounded by the fires of burning truth
I have not lived up to my potential
I have squandered my gifts,
I have left myself short of credentials
I have forgotten to breathe deeply
enjoying the things that mattered most
for things I thought mattered more.
the Gold in my possession squandered
for the gold that burnt holes in my pockets
I never thought for the life of me
no matter where I wondered,
that I could be that one on the edge of rockets.
to fizzle out and see such dissapointment,
such a lack in everything pondered!
I am a failure and a lost creature
who knows nothing here.
one lone tear almost dares to fall.
It catches and hangs there;
as I fret and fear my end is near
and these days of my death
will be for naught if I dont see forth
by the light of the fires burning truth.
Life, Love, Truth
Beautiful things giv’n me in my youth
But I wasted them all away.
Your love, your eyes, your kiss
All of the things that I miss
But I never made you stay.
Glances, chances, charm
Who knew they could bring such harm?
I left your spirit to soar.
Death, time, rotten,
Please leave me forgotten,
Think of me no more.