my single voice echoes in the hallways of reality
kissing your life goodbye and saying hello to hell with a smile and determination is a wonderful thing
when I speak like this I know that you understand
you may not want to admit it or you may even think you just like the sounds of the words
but you have to feel me
inside outside looking between
why cant there be a world without any sides
or be by my side?
are we all just aliens? Why do we pretend not to see whats right in front of us?
why when something becomes clear that everyone else knew seem like the shock was out of this world?
home is not where you lay your head
home is not where you heart lies
my heart is not in my house
home is what they cannot take from you
I know what home is and my head has nothing to do with it
so many tears fall with no one to catch them
moon light shining in my eyes and I am enchanted by just seeing the stars
to loose yourself but still hold on to what you are
hero’s are not born or made or even tangable
what makes a hero?
some one to help?
protect the innocent?
what the fuck man isnt that life??
I really dont know what I am trying to say
but I know what I am talking about
you know when the pressure of silence
combust into flames
there is no shame
you owe it to yourself to let it loose
everything was let loose on you
Am I in your head yet or does this just seem like gibberish?
How Great would it be to pretend to have terrets syndrome
and just yell out what you really think any time you felt it
why do we hold it all in?
this is my voice
hear my whisper
the gentle pitch that makes ears bleed
this is my voice
this is me
forget the poetic shit
I feel so dead, alive, sad, happy, and confused about it all
Some prisons don’t have bars
But I know that it will shine again
the green of my eyes will turn a baby white
and words of happiness will run from my fingers like olympic athletes
faith is a wonderful thing
people have lived for faith
some have died for faith
and all faith is a belief that your hope will come true
the world is such a large place and people are so closed off
How can we let our brothers and sisters die over rich man’s greed
and watch tv?
what the fuck does that do to me?
hate just breeds
we are taught politics in school but not how to love
control is all around you but lack of control is you
by not choosing anything you have made the biggest choice of wrong
how dare we have this beautiful mind that no one or no machine can understand
how dare any of us let someone else make up our own mind?
my single voice has tired my body
but I know I have to keep going on
I dont have anymore to say for now but my single voice will never stop.