Time is unsurpassed, forever unforgettable.
Time eats away at life, so edible.
What we say can never be undone,
what we say will always be on us.
The raindrops of the spring,
and the snow the winter brings.
All sequences in time,
all with their own position in line.
Time cannot be cut,
or undone,
your time will come,
you can never run.
Time will sweep you off your feet,
blow you away with the breeze.
Time takes the ones you thought you could forever love,
time takes them away from memory, not sparing even one.
Time is the end of our day,
always in sight, but forever far away.
Time gives us a peak at tomorrow, but today stays forever,
so we never truly know, but maybe there's a latter?
But only time knows the truth,
and only time knows this poem's last letter.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
War
Unable to find his future,
he couldn't find the money, wanted to go to college and pursue,
so he joined the army, hoping money would be due.
It was dark and all he could hear was his gun echo,
it was his first time shooting an M4,
the smell of death scattered in the downpour,
he was one of many soldiers waiting for their savior,
who were all desperate to end this war, to find a cure.
Sleeping outdoors and awakening to gunshot roars,
he couldn't take it no more, it was worse than the ghetto,
couldn't even yell, heard only his echo,
the pitch dark drove him psycho,
but he had to keep his mentality to beat the foe,
before America was left with yet another widow.
Knowing this war couldn't get a veto,
he fought to see another tomorrow,
had to stay low and avoid any bullet inflow,
or more would be left in sorrow.
Never was this a gunfight, was desperation leading to a dogfight.
Never was there sunlight, always dark, but always looking for a light,
to help his morale, cowering and deep in fright,
never able to foretell what tomorrow would bring.
Being American, he thought the choice to live was his birthright,
Being American, hoping his fellow people would hear his plight.
he couldn't find the money, wanted to go to college and pursue,
so he joined the army, hoping money would be due.
It was dark and all he could hear was his gun echo,
it was his first time shooting an M4,
the smell of death scattered in the downpour,
he was one of many soldiers waiting for their savior,
who were all desperate to end this war, to find a cure.
Sleeping outdoors and awakening to gunshot roars,
he couldn't take it no more, it was worse than the ghetto,
couldn't even yell, heard only his echo,
the pitch dark drove him psycho,
but he had to keep his mentality to beat the foe,
before America was left with yet another widow.
Knowing this war couldn't get a veto,
he fought to see another tomorrow,
had to stay low and avoid any bullet inflow,
or more would be left in sorrow.
Never was this a gunfight, was desperation leading to a dogfight.
Never was there sunlight, always dark, but always looking for a light,
to help his morale, cowering and deep in fright,
never able to foretell what tomorrow would bring.
Being American, he thought the choice to live was his birthright,
Being American, hoping his fellow people would hear his plight.
My Friend
Living in a place unknown,
he tried to explain himself through his rap flow,
he wasn't necessarily alone,
but sometimes he could hear his past echo.
Mom and dad giving away their roles to others,
their experiences nothing like Cali's summer weather,
unstable connections breaking them apart,
but their child was too strong, he never fell apart.
Until he found his first love, weakening his heart.
Until he dropped out of school, weakening his mind.
But he never needed much, he had us by his side,
even when his love fled and his heart bled,
we walked by his side, sharing each stride.
Looking out for one another, like blood brothers,
his heart and mind strengthened like no others.
No matter what anyone says, even if they clown him for his stutter,
his heart beats strong and steady.
Because that's his only flaw,
the rest none his fault.
he tried to explain himself through his rap flow,
he wasn't necessarily alone,
but sometimes he could hear his past echo.
Mom and dad giving away their roles to others,
their experiences nothing like Cali's summer weather,
unstable connections breaking them apart,
but their child was too strong, he never fell apart.
Until he found his first love, weakening his heart.
Until he dropped out of school, weakening his mind.
But he never needed much, he had us by his side,
even when his love fled and his heart bled,
we walked by his side, sharing each stride.
Looking out for one another, like blood brothers,
his heart and mind strengthened like no others.
No matter what anyone says, even if they clown him for his stutter,
his heart beats strong and steady.
Because that's his only flaw,
the rest none his fault.
World's End
It's the last holiday,
no more kids out to play,
acid raid not goin away,
burns the humanity out of our race.
We have no last words,
the trees are fallen, no more birds,
cruelty is risen, savages fighting in hoards,
crews are written, no laws on board.
The last of our humanity,
groups give way to the cruelty,
looking down upon brothers for faggotry,
all flaws frowned upon, making us all enemies.
The beginning of our downfall,
civilization's blinded by propaganda,
we hear God's mute voice, followed by all,
deaf to all, unable to comprehend our cries, the chaotic noise.
Religion giving way to our racism,
giving our arguments more ammunition
preachings of equality, all a contradiction,
my god's a myth, all just fiction.
Our mentality at the world's end,
we follow, we conform, we praise the trend,
we throw up gang signs reppin' west end,
our future has been forever condemned,
only in fear do we kneel, staring in the face of the end,
only in fear do we kneel, looking for a friend.
no more kids out to play,
acid raid not goin away,
burns the humanity out of our race.
We have no last words,
the trees are fallen, no more birds,
cruelty is risen, savages fighting in hoards,
crews are written, no laws on board.
The last of our humanity,
groups give way to the cruelty,
looking down upon brothers for faggotry,
all flaws frowned upon, making us all enemies.
The beginning of our downfall,
civilization's blinded by propaganda,
we hear God's mute voice, followed by all,
deaf to all, unable to comprehend our cries, the chaotic noise.
Religion giving way to our racism,
giving our arguments more ammunition
preachings of equality, all a contradiction,
my god's a myth, all just fiction.
Our mentality at the world's end,
we follow, we conform, we praise the trend,
we throw up gang signs reppin' west end,
our future has been forever condemned,
only in fear do we kneel, staring in the face of the end,
only in fear do we kneel, looking for a friend.
Somethings Better Left Unsaid
Walking by the beautiful autumn trees,
I thought of the times that i spent with you,
as the leaves flew by me with the breeze.
The days in which, together, we grew.
Sitting down on a bench with my book out,
trying to read, but only reminiscing,
you were like my anti-drug, something I couldn't do without,
feeling like the past was the only thing that I could look to cling.
Then, standing back up and leaving a book of a thousand words behind,
hoping to forget, trying so hard to distract myself,
but somethings, including piece of mind, weren't something I could find,
just hearing my thoughts come alive was making me go deaf.
Falling to the ground, into a pile of autumn leaves,
thinking of your beauty that resembles the incredible season,
one thing that can't be taken away from you, not even by those thieves,
the ones who told me that my love could not have won.
And then, looking up at the wondrous sky,
I thought to myself, that which made me wonder,
why did everything go so awry?
never expecting an answer, as I sat there and went under.
Under all the regrets and the unsaid apologies,
and all the unforgiven mistakes I've committed,
with my mind trying to find a way to appease,
things that I had kept to myself and hid.
Something that neither of us had a clue to,
and now because of some unmistakable feeling,
I must say something that maybe you never knew...
But now it's too late, it's the end of fall,
all the times I've had the chance, are all through,
so now I can't confess that love,
to you.
I thought of the times that i spent with you,
as the leaves flew by me with the breeze.
The days in which, together, we grew.
Sitting down on a bench with my book out,
trying to read, but only reminiscing,
you were like my anti-drug, something I couldn't do without,
feeling like the past was the only thing that I could look to cling.
Then, standing back up and leaving a book of a thousand words behind,
hoping to forget, trying so hard to distract myself,
but somethings, including piece of mind, weren't something I could find,
just hearing my thoughts come alive was making me go deaf.
Falling to the ground, into a pile of autumn leaves,
thinking of your beauty that resembles the incredible season,
one thing that can't be taken away from you, not even by those thieves,
the ones who told me that my love could not have won.
And then, looking up at the wondrous sky,
I thought to myself, that which made me wonder,
why did everything go so awry?
never expecting an answer, as I sat there and went under.
Under all the regrets and the unsaid apologies,
and all the unforgiven mistakes I've committed,
with my mind trying to find a way to appease,
things that I had kept to myself and hid.
Something that neither of us had a clue to,
and now because of some unmistakable feeling,
I must say something that maybe you never knew...
But now it's too late, it's the end of fall,
all the times I've had the chance, are all through,
so now I can't confess that love,
to you.
I Love You
I loved you, and now you're gone,
expecting you to just come back,
kind of like the ever returning dawn.
But I can't look at that now, you're not coming back,
I wish I could be positive, but all I can do is slump and wonder.
What could I have done to stopped it all from happening?
Could I have stopped it and avoided the pain I've fallen under?
I'm living in regret now, trying to imagine you coming back, maybe in the spring,
hopefully you'll bloom again and come back to stay,
imagining all the happiness that your return could bring.
Things don't work like that anymore though, even if we religiously pray.
That's all it is, just a prayer, to an unmerciful God,
it's all just a hope that things will change after a day.
But we can't do anything, death walks around, always, wearing a facade.
Never going to know when you'll lose the one you love forever,
you can never realize what you've got until you've lost it,
that's all it is, it's just an impossibly unsuccessful endeavor.
Now all I can do is ask the hardest questions before I quit.
Why does death take away the ones we love forever?
But leave us with the burden of pain to forever love the ones we must lose?
Being left with all the pain and regret forever,
Wish things didn't fall apart so unexpectedly, it's just left me to muse.
The last thing I can say is that I'm glad to live with the burden of your love,
the burden that has given me the strength to stand back up,
I will forever love you, no matter how far away you go.
R.I.P. Grandma
expecting you to just come back,
kind of like the ever returning dawn.
But I can't look at that now, you're not coming back,
I wish I could be positive, but all I can do is slump and wonder.
What could I have done to stopped it all from happening?
Could I have stopped it and avoided the pain I've fallen under?
I'm living in regret now, trying to imagine you coming back, maybe in the spring,
hopefully you'll bloom again and come back to stay,
imagining all the happiness that your return could bring.
Things don't work like that anymore though, even if we religiously pray.
That's all it is, just a prayer, to an unmerciful God,
it's all just a hope that things will change after a day.
But we can't do anything, death walks around, always, wearing a facade.
Never going to know when you'll lose the one you love forever,
you can never realize what you've got until you've lost it,
that's all it is, it's just an impossibly unsuccessful endeavor.
Now all I can do is ask the hardest questions before I quit.
Why does death take away the ones we love forever?
But leave us with the burden of pain to forever love the ones we must lose?
Being left with all the pain and regret forever,
Wish things didn't fall apart so unexpectedly, it's just left me to muse.
The last thing I can say is that I'm glad to live with the burden of your love,
the burden that has given me the strength to stand back up,
I will forever love you, no matter how far away you go.
R.I.P. Grandma
Peace
Silently watching this house fall apart,
Really just wishing, hoping to depart.
Never expected hell could break loose,
a place I called home, full of abuse.
Writing and speculating just to evade,
it wouldn't be enough, even if I prayed.
Seeing my loved ones walk on this thin life line,
made me wish that this pain wasn't really mine.
Was envisioning and hoping for that perfect life,
and struggling to end my strife while looking for some insight.
Seeing my mom fall and cry in defeat,
seeing her in pain at all the deceit.
Lifting my mother up and wiping her tears,
and hoping for peace as we sat on those stairs.
And I sat crying with my mom,
wishing that I could see her calm.
I lost my innocence at a young age,
being trapped and encompassed by my rage.
This feeling of hate I could not contemplate,
feeling this and hoping the drugs would sedate,
the pain and hate.
I smoked all the weed that I could get,
and I got addicted, I'll admit.
Trying to retreat and forget the pain,
I ended up doing it all in vain.
Now you see my story,
containing no glory.
The story ending at sixteen,
and beginning a new life with a new scene.
Never thought I could see my home in peace,
no longer needing to call the police.
Glad to be sitting here with no stress,
knowing I won't have to feel distress.
And knowing that I have my best friends,
this security that I hope never ends.
Really just wishing, hoping to depart.
Never expected hell could break loose,
a place I called home, full of abuse.
Writing and speculating just to evade,
it wouldn't be enough, even if I prayed.
Seeing my loved ones walk on this thin life line,
made me wish that this pain wasn't really mine.
Was envisioning and hoping for that perfect life,
and struggling to end my strife while looking for some insight.
Seeing my mom fall and cry in defeat,
seeing her in pain at all the deceit.
Lifting my mother up and wiping her tears,
and hoping for peace as we sat on those stairs.
And I sat crying with my mom,
wishing that I could see her calm.
I lost my innocence at a young age,
being trapped and encompassed by my rage.
This feeling of hate I could not contemplate,
feeling this and hoping the drugs would sedate,
the pain and hate.
I smoked all the weed that I could get,
and I got addicted, I'll admit.
Trying to retreat and forget the pain,
I ended up doing it all in vain.
Now you see my story,
containing no glory.
The story ending at sixteen,
and beginning a new life with a new scene.
Never thought I could see my home in peace,
no longer needing to call the police.
Glad to be sitting here with no stress,
knowing I won't have to feel distress.
And knowing that I have my best friends,
this security that I hope never ends.
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