The Truest Crime

I'm in my head

but out of my mind.

You keep asking,

give me a sign.

I wish I could

stop on a dime.

And then drop

the right line,

but I'm lost in

these thoughts of mine.

And the answer is

lost in time.

It sends chills

down my spine

because I know

this isn't fine,

but for now I 

can only rhyme,

which seems like

the truest crime.

In a Burning Room, We Danced

It's a slow dance.
We've been doing it for some time.
You sway and I turn,
But we can't move while intertwined
And it burns me inside.

Music moves our feet
While our hearts stand still.
This dance can't end,
But we must dig deep to find the will;
We lost the thrill.

We have it all;
That's what we used to say.
Now my two left feet
Keep getting in the way
And the room crumbles.

In this dance
I hope that I can implore you
To move closer
And see how much I adore you.
I can't ignore you.

But I can't ignore
the smoke from the flame.
It saddens me
That this dance won't be the same.
We are doomed.

You spin out
and don't spin back to me.
This beautiful dance
has turned to a catastrophe.
How can it be?

We are going down
and there is no stopping now.
In a burning room,
we danced to the wrong vow;
Now take a bow.

The Art of Getting By

She thinks she's alone;
Only pain she's known.
Constant with each day,
Nothing goes her way.
Yet she keeps on a smile
While inside frowns pile.
Days become mundane;
Sanity hard to maintain.
Yet she continues to try.
It's the art of getting by.
He sees them around,
But he hears no sound.
They speak their words,
but to him they're absurd.
He's lost in dark days,
when nothing goes his way.
But he won't show pains
while his mettle wanes.
Yet he continues to try.
It's the art of getting by.
We think that our pain
can never be the same.
The hurt that we feel
to others isn't real.
Truth is, we all feel hurt.
With darkness, we all flirt.
We are not so alone.
Together we're home.
We all continue to try.
It's the art of getting by.

Magazines are Wrong

It's impossible to be perfect

in a world of imperfections.

Where our actions are ugly

and hate spreads like an infection.

She struggles with the mirror

each morning and each night.

Using make up to cover her "flaws"

so her looks can feel just right.

See, the magazine told her

just how to be pretty.

Now her bare face is ugly

And she's fake in the city.

I wish I could tell her that

the magazines are wrong.

Just trust in God's creation;

he planned beauty all along.

I know she won't hear me

for society has drugged her.

It took away her innocence

and now daily she must suffer.

But I can't stand to see her

worrying about imaginary flaws.

When every time I see her

without make up I'm in awe.

So I scream,

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

I'll scream at the top of my lungs

or at the top of my finger tips.

I'll be a master of tongues. 

Youest You

I've developed an affinity for you.

There is no youer you that I could construe.

But I've construed through a misguided view.

And now my you just won't do.

Filled with thoughts that perfection would ensue.

Reality is old I want what's new.

And what's new is the you I've construed as you.

You'd be confused too if you thought this one through.

But the fact remains true.

The you you are is more real and true

than that youest you I could construe.

Angel

Lead me to the light

through this darkest night.

How did I face my past plights

without being in your sight?

You showed me the sky

and I'm not sure why,

but with you I can fly

without having to try.

Hold me in your arms.

Turn off all my alarms.

Protect me from the harm

From the demons that swarm.

I swear you're from above-

where they know real love.

Not the kind we think of;

the kind that gives hate a shove.

Now I know angels are real

by the way you make me feel.

And how all my wounds you heal.

Even those that I conceal.

Angel, with me please stay;

forever and a day.

I'll never, ever stray.

What do you say?

The Focus of Pain

At times, the world gets dark

so we can notice the light.

Without darkness's burden

of goodness we'd lose sight.

Tragedy is hard to accept

when tragedy hits home.

Pain shakes your body

and your soul feels alone.

Shattered is your armor.

Empty becomes your cup.

That omnipotence you felt

has all but dried up.

He tried to call your name,

but silence hit your ears.

Suffering broke the barrier;

now words flow like your tears.

She wasn't supposed to die;

This can't happen to me.

My eyes were shut before,

but now wide open they see:

Pain shows me I'm weak

and need a loving hand.

Fill me up, my Father

and let me understand.

This hurt made me focused

and led me to your door.

Keep me in Your loving reach;

I'm Yours forever more.

Dark Angel

Dark Angel on my shoulder,

Make me a little bolder,

Make my heart a little colder,

And my green soul a little older.

Whisper in my ear

The things I want to hear

Like "sip another beer

so your thoughts will be clear."

Light angel might be there

But dark doesn't play far.

Dark doesn't try to spare

Anyone from their deep despair.

Dark Angel stay with me

Through you I'll be free.

Free from care of what I see.

Free to let go and just be.

Feeling makes me so weak

Then life feels too bleak

And since happiness I seek

I'll follow your ideas so sleek.

Light Angel tried good

But others sat when I stood.

Never chaged; wished it would.

Couldn't fix it; wished it could.

Now

Dark Angel never fear

For I hear you loud and clear.

Darkness rises

From pain inside us.

Does it come from within

Or did the world's hate win?

Dear God 2.0

Dear God,

I'm trying hard to reach you.

Dear God,

I see your face in all I do.

Sometimes,

It's so hard to hard to believe it.

But God,

I know you have your reasons...

Lord, why is this world such an ugly place?

Beauty surrounds me but

It just won't look me in the face.

And people argue now

They're gone missing without a trace.

And when I need you

all I see is just an empty space.

Finding you is not a race,

I know there are times when we win or lose.

But why does it feel that

at times between two souls you choose.

One, who is less deserving

Because I refuse

To believe you want a son to

hear his father's name in the news.

Like,

He was killed by some dude who drank too much booze.

But not a scratch marked the drunken man.

Yes I know,

They teach us that you have a plan.

But do you blame us

when we seem to not give a damn?

When we want you when

when know the shit has hit the fan?

Forgive me, I still am a huge fan,

I just can't help but wonder in this world I'm in.

This world you created,

you know the one filled with sin?

Where people burn their city

if their team doesn't win.

Where money matters more

Than the love of one's kin.

I know things will change,

I just must ask when?

Until then,

I pray and I say,

Amen.

Dear God,

I'm trying hard to reach you.

Dear God,

I see your face in all I do.

Sometimes,

It's so hard to hard to believe it.

But God,

I know you have your reasons...