Death the final destination

The gap between the here and now,
And the happily ever after,
Is full of trials, and tribulations,
And also some disaster.

There is a road we march upon,
It takes us through the wilderness,
Until we find our Worldly place,
Of worth and happiness.

We will travail, the lonesome road,
Our perfect destination,
Is there for us, if we prevail,
And meet our expectations.

Until the time, it is upon us,
We strive to do our best,
Through lifes storm we battle on,
For there is no time to rest.

A goal fullfilled is not the end,
It’s not the time to settle,
We have a world of roads to travel,
Until we meet our final Devil.


Conquering fear

Hold fast behind the wall,
Don’t give in to the fear,
Don’t lay down the arms of war,
Wipe clear that lonesome tear.

Keep up the might of battle,
Be steadfast in your plight,
Never let the fear creep in,
Remember for what you fight.

To be yourself, heard in the crowd,
Speak for what you truly believe,
Fight for the right to hear the truth,
And by no one be deceived.

The battle rages on for some,
Forever they are defiant,
To hold the wall and mount a guard,
Until they conquer fear with triumph.

No words

No words,
Not now,
A moment to reflect,
A moment to take time,
For time is mine,
It belongs to me,
Time is what I make of it,
Time is mine to bend and weave,
No words,
Just silence,
Thought provoking emptiness,
Is what I really need.

There’s gonna be a storm today

There’s gonna be a storm today,
I know I feel it’s curse,
I’m ready for the raging winds,
And the waterworks to burst.

The awful itching in my scalp,
The headiness that bears down,
There’s gonna be a storm today,
I hope that I don’t drown.

Under the weight of awful clouds,
That follow my every move,
That haunt my waking hours,
And play havoc with my mood.

There’s gonna be a storm,
It will rage inside of me,
But no one else will suffer,
I’ll contain it, just you see.

The sun will shine around me,
Whilst inside the thunder rolls,
And every lighting strike,
Will likely take its toll.

There’s gonna be storm,
But it will soon be gone,
Then life will start again,
And I’ll be moving on.

Memories lie

My memories have such power,
Over the choices that I make,
They tell me when I’m wrong,
How to avoid another mistake.

They mess around inside my head,
Fill me with such false witness,
Lies and exaggerations,
They make me feel so witless.

I’ll not fall down to obscurity,
Be swallowed with self doubt,
My memories are from the past,
I need to weed them out.

I’ll not fail if I choose to live,
My life in the here and now,
I can make new memories,
Ones that show me how.

My memories are powerful,
I’ll build ones of positivity,
My future will be easier,
The way I know its meant to be.

Through life’s fog

Can you see yourself,
You know you’re there,
You can feel yourself,
Don’t have to stare.

Can you see yourself,
Through all the fog,
Through life’s dilemma’s,
Through the dialogue.

Of life’s confusion,
Of the diagrams,
The busy streets,
And the histograms.

Can you see yourself,
Can you feel the breeze,
Can you feel the warmth,
And move with ease.

Don’t let them,
Put you in a box,
Clear the way,
Shake off the blocks.

Remove the blinkers,
From your eyes,
Clear the fog,
You’ll be surprised.

Can you find yourself,
Outside the mist,
You’ll find that you’ve,
Been sorely missed.

What mind is there

What mind is there,
That cannot fail,
What thoughts there are,
That do prevail.

Deep memories,
Of days gone by,
I sit and ponder,
And wonder why.

What mind is there,
That keeps me sane,
Working through,
This aweful pain.

Deep memories,
Or a tortured child,
Of slights and ills,
Childhood defiled.

Now time has passed,
The child has grown,
She’s cared for,
In her brand new home.

What mind is there,
That time can’t heal,
That cures the past,
And calms the ill.