"Our Choice"

Life is lined with tragedies.

Paths filled with sadness.

We face a chaotic reality;

Begin embracing madness.

Fear is our souls' guidance.

Anger is our hearts' voice.

As we listen to war's sirens,

Peace is no longer a choice.

Lies injected into our ears

Like they are digital heroin.

Media preying on our fears.

Most obey without questions

Bullets dispensed like candy.

Death counts keep on rising.

Politicians think it's all dandy.

As they ignore children crying.

Generations of electronic sheep

Feed on technological nurture.

Voices are replaced by bleeps.

All thoughts guided by cursors.

Our future is a total nightmare.

Hope is now a forgotten dream.

A world choking on the despair.

Hatred muffles the silent screams.

Life isn't filled with all tragedy.

Find a path filled with happiness;

Set course for a Utopian reality.

Rid the world of all this madness.

Hope is the soul's new guidance.

Compassion our hearts' new voice.

To finally silence the war's sirens.

Peace will forever be our choice.

"The Ocean"

Fate is guiding my destiny.
Murphy pulling the strings.
Caught in a storm of agony.
No longer feel Pain's stings.
Life has left me feeling numb.
Everything slowly falls apart.
Reality I long to escape from
To soothe my troubled heart.
All the tears have been cried,
Every pray has been ignored.
My well of empathy has dried
My soul tossed onto the floor.
I struggle to face the morning.
As each day brings bad news.
I'm exhausted from mourning;
Wanting May to be through.
I'm struggling to stay afloat
In the ocean called my life.
Storms try to sink my boat;
Refuse to sink without a fight.
I begin to guide my destiny
As I leave behind Murphy.
Through the storms of agony.
Calmness shall return to me.

"Freely Flows"

A blank canvas
A strayed vision.
A fading dream.
A lost inspiration.
The spark is fading.
The fire dwindling.
Active imagination
Snuffed from stress.
The lost child cries
Creativity put away.
The heart gives up.
A masterpiece lost.
Numb from reality.
The suit is a prison.
Now an empty shell
The living nightmare.
A paint-filled brush.
Releases their soul.
Passion is reignited.
As art freely flows.

    After a hectic week, I found myself unable to put words together to form anything that made sense. Everytime something did take shape, it took a dark turn. This is the first time I was able to write something inspirational. As life is going back to a somewhat normal state, my soul is finally embracing the light. As I said once before, "Poetry is the music of the soul."

"No Regrets"

A smoke-filled bar room.
Idle chatter filling the air.
Drinks quickly downed.
He slowly numb his cares.
Started drinking to forget
No longer for a good time.
His heart filled with regret
He eases his troubled mind.
He finally leaves at midnight,
Stumbling home in the rain.
The memories of that night
Bringing back all the pain.
He ends up near the grave,
And falls down to his knees.
He silently begins to prays.
His  tears begin to flow free.
He lost her over a year ago,
Misses her every single day.
Life sank  to an all-time low.
Wishes she never went away.
I drag him back to his place,
And stay there until morning.
He's dead by the staircase
Passed on without warning.
At a smoke-filled bar room.
Mourning filling the still air.
Drinks are quickly downed.
As I slowly numb my cares.
I started drinking to forget
Pain inside my aching heart.
Tired soul filled with regret.
His memories on my mind.
Two longing souls reunite,
As I find myself still crying.
My cigarette burning bright;
I picture them as angels flying.
I go home on this rainy night;
Empty out all of my cabinet.
I need to play my cards right.
Before I end up in a casket.
I want to join them one day,
Flying amongst the clouds
That time is very long away
I have to make them proud.
I visit their graves at sunset.
Silently pray inside my heart.
That I leave behind no regrets
And join them when I depart.

"I Stink"

Took a hundred baths.

Used five cans of Axe.

No matter what I do,

Still smelling like poo.

Can't escape the reek.

Battling it for a week.

Smell like stinky cheese.

I'm tired of this disease.

Kids run away crying.

Even the flies are dying.

I want to smell very nice,

Not like old rotting mice.

Finally try some gasoline.

To see if I will feel clean.

While washing my crack,

Someone strikes a match.

After the huge explosion,

My curse is finally broken.

I no longer smell like poo,

But I'm now a pile of goo.

"One's Heart"

The midnight moon is shining down
While following the desolate tracks.
We will never return to this hick town.
Cutting all ties and never coming back.
They always treated us like total freaks.
Claiming we're possessed by The Devil.
Their views on the world are antiqued.
We refused to sink down to their level.
Our love cannot be tamed by any man.
Rules should never control one's heart.
The passion guiding us across the land.
To a place where we'll never be apart.
The midnight moon still shining down.
We have thrown caution into the wind.
We're still searching for a better town.
Leaving all the bad memories behind.
We finally settle down in South Florida.
Found us a new place that we call home.
We survived our persecution in Georgia.
Due to our love,we were forced to roam.
We can celebrate romance and be free.
No worries about being judged sinners..
Loving a man is the choice made by me,
And his love makes me feel like a winner.

"Utopia"

Even amongst the chaos,
Order can be discovered.
Within the silence of night,
Symphonies float in the air.
The true forms of happiness
Aren't encased in technology.
They are simple as laughter,
The lost art of conversation.
Pride and greed are demons.
Self–gratification is a disease.
Money isn't the true measure
Of how successful one's life is.
The measure is their wrinkles
From the smiles friends shared.
Despite being so connected,
The world is still disconnected.
Ideas are blocked by boundaries
Created by politics and religion.
We're one species on this planet,
But can't look past what we see.
Close our eyes and open hearts.
Look deeply into another soul.
We can shape a better future.
What Utopia will we create?