Monday, November 22, 2004

Cogito Ergo Sum

Only by experience do we exist.
Distinct emotions begin to subsist.
The concepts of you are very vexed.
God was created through a written text.
Just comprehend the concept of why.
If the response is no reply, morality dies.
Past and future are never here to stay.
Yet the present helps life give way.

My mind and soul create the tension.
Our bodies are soon just extensions.
Out of nature and my universal aspects.
I try hard not to show my self respect.
It is because of this external place.
Though it is always an internal chase.
So then you use the method of doubt on me.
But it is my thinking that has set me free.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

On the Beach


Swimming through the water,
My body now intoxicated.
Engulfed in the surroundings,
Beyond what the naked eye can see.
This habitat of bliss is surreal.
It’s better when every one can swim.
You shouldn’t swim against the tide.
Just try swimming on my side.
Now the water is calm and freezing.
And the wind is but a breeze.
I can’t help subside to my body’s will.
Loosing control my soul takes a toll.
One with myself to be lost to regress.
Falling off the edge of the world,
My journey has just yet begun.
To let go of all attachments,
Like the man under the tree.
I am free but not at ease.
There’s a legend to be told.
Stories that will never grow old.
Thoughts perceived soon to mislead.
It is on the beach I find my peace.

The Obvious


The orange horizon pours on thee
on the shore is my lonely tree
I plant myself into the sand
who knew what life could demand

We can treat each other with care
although this situation is rare
I’m sinking beneath my teeth
I'm getting sucked in too deep

So then it must come down to this
you stole me with your kiss
then these words came along for you
I need you to help me construe

so don’t leave me out on the shore
You could come out and keep me warm
I’m absorbed by your unique impressions
Yet my words are still giving the lessons

Perfect

It seems that I am guilty
I need you to forgive me
for drowning myself in pity

I’m drifting alone at sea
You could let go and fly
Leaving me on wounded knee

You are too perfect to deny
I tried to play God again
To see your tears cascade inside

It was sublime way back when
Now I would not walk away
Sorry for not showing it then

your defense kept us at bay
We were two worlds apart
I wish you begged me to stay

The fault falls in my heart
your sorrow is my pain
It was your own silent art

Your words run in my vein
Emotions where to witty
Just left with a mental stain

Goodbye

Made like a doll, sitting idol, waiting for you.
Make me over; Put me down, Burned up just like you.
Always searching, You never, allowed myself to be found.
Soon enough, This will come back, right back around to you.

You think you own me, twisting my mind against me.
Truth is that you can’t even control your own self.
Please open your eyes, Please try to realize.
It is not to live, but, to live it well.

Irony of your life, is that, I am all you ever had.
If you only knew the things I would have done for you.
Since you didn’t, I think I will let you know the news.
I am leaving you behind, with no memory left inside.

So last night, was the last time you and I will say goodbye.
And yesterday was the last day you will have me by your side.
So last night, was the last night that I kissed you goodbye.
And come tomorrow, it’s the first day of the rest of my life.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Eyes of a Fallen Angel



I've been told there are no accidents.
I've been told things happen for a reason.
I've been told that nothing is coincidence.

I've said destiny is flawed.
I've said life's a treat when in season.
I've said fate is unresolved.

I sit and wait for the fall.
The Angel's eyes commited treason.
It's left all of me to enthral.

Ten

My heart bleeds through my pen.
It hurts not to be let in.
Patience tends to wear thin.
So I Count back from ten.

You remind me I’m just a friend.
I’ve been there and back again.
Yet I would stay until the end.
So I Count back from ten.

I see your lost thoughts within.
How do I help, where do I begin.
I’m waiting so that I may mend.
So I count back from ten.

Give In

It is locked deep within my head
My thoughts are fed
It has been laying there dead
Heavy as lead

It came from some where above
Lusting after love
It was a sexually frustrated hug
You’re a fucked up drug

It is being stuck on the ground
Waiting for a sound
It is getting off of your cloud
Screaming out loud

It is this beautiful sunset
Still I speak my dialect
It is too soon to regret
Why do you insist to protect