MADMENS CALLING: pOetRy

#1

Not alone, but still feeling lonely.
Out in the world so far away from home
with no one here to hold me.
Love used to come around, though
it's been a while
and without it's light
my smile has lost it's sparkle.
What is left for me
on these mean streets
with barely enough to eat.
Off to meet tomorrow
and the soul that loved me long ago.
My love is turned into faith
forgetting what the heart already knows.

Take me to a place
where my worries are eraced.
Take me to a room where I don't have to assume.
Take me to the den where everyone fits in.
It's the place where your personality deflates.
Check your mask at the door
you won't need it anymore.
Come with me.
I'm traveling to a forest of curious arrest
where you'll feel your best
and you don't even have to be dressed.
The price to go is checking in your ego
and you begin to learn everything you need to know.
I want to lay
in a field where happiness is all I feel,
when you look around you nothing seems to be real.
We're on are way to the mystic Wonderland,
lets not get lost so we'll hold hands.
The sun is shinning and always warm
the nights are cool and the moon is full,
dancing on the water pools.
I'm sailing away on a cloud
there's no hurrying allowed.
I want to stay in this place forever
it's my little land of never never
and everyday is the greatest adventure.
I'm in a den of optimum sin
that you can find by looking within.
I know the way because I've been there
we're headed to the other side of the universe
make sure to have your fare.

Can we find the revolution in the line of time
The one that doesn't remind us
of why our children cry.
Knowing that the truth will always ask
"Why."
No one is innocent
None of us are leaving alive.
We continue to sacrifice the future
for which we are trying to strive.
Carrying the weight of the world,
never lifting the voices we carry inside.
They may say
that theirs' is the only way
to win
and if you want freedom
you'll have to pay and get in line.
Climb the ladder and get a view
of a life they'll tell you
is better then being on the bottom.
It may be too late
til you find their fruit of knowledge
is rotten to the core.
And you can't recognize yourself
in the mirror anymore.
In their game there are only two positions
the pimp
and the whore.

History is written by the victors
and recorded by the losers,
if you don't learn from either
you'll live it again in the future.
Your eyes are blinded to all
that that those before you have done.
Ignoring the present
in hopes of a future
not to come,
never knowing where we come from.
Start over and create something better.

I killed father time
what day I can't say.
He was hanging around too much,
letting the devil play in my mind.
All the clocks are shot,
there's no need for repair,
we're now free to run through the seasons
of our life.
With only our hearts
to tell us when to get there.
Everything in the world is turning round
stand still long enough,
and everything you look for will be found.

We're just swept like dust
cause you really don't want to care about us,
so you just put us in handcuffs and
treat us rough.
Who gives a fuck if my life was tough
I don't give a fuck cause it hurts too much,
to care when there is no love there.
You think you know me,
so go ahead and call my bluff.
You expect me to be angry
cause that's how you would be
if you got treated like me.
But I remind you of everything
that makes this society ugly.
So you can't stand to look at me.
I hate you
cause you hate me,
I hate that I am different from you.
Cause no one showed me the beauty
that lies in my history.
That's someone elses' deeds
it doesn't apply to me
negativity is all
that you expect of me,
it's all you want to see,
it's all you'll let me be.
You're okay with my world being in terror
cause that way you don't have to
look in the mirror.
How can you love with a heart filled with fear.

#13 1/2

My tragedy is worse then your tragedy
the rest of you should feel sorry for me,
just look at my history.
These are the words
I hear as I peer into
discussions on obstructions
of justice.
We all want to think
it happened to just us.
Our broken spear ideology
is not letting us see our present day reality.
We're still fighting for scraps from the back door
thinking we don't deserve anymore.
My people built the world,
but what am I good for.
I don't know how to keep a job,
but I can rob a liquor store
and get away with murder.
Maybe the solution is
REVOLUTION,
but not of the streets,
of marching our feet.
But of the way we think,
of how we form a thought.
Cause that is where the battle is fought.
There's no more sitting down with our elders
getting taught why we fought,
in the first place.
How were we to enjoy life,
if death is all we could taste.
We're all running a race for second place
when we were here first.
Our skin is the color of the earth
and some how that is supposed to be worse.
We're still believing that being born us
is a curse.
Would my life be filled with wondrous delight,
had I been born white?
Would I not be feared
walking down the street at night.
Would other people of color
not peek through the blinds,
when I move into the neighborhood,
thinking my character is no good.

Running your lane in the human race
no destination, the journey is the place
where the truth and beauty can be found.
Too many blinded by the lights and sounds
and loose their way.
Sometimes you get lost,
in the love of another, and stay too long.
Your travels are all about choices
there are no right
there are no wrong
turns you can make.
And when it's all said and done
it is only the lessons you learn
that you take.

If I could find this life
to be the way to the light,
if I didn't know that sometimes
even when you're wrong your right.
Sometimes
the best days of your life
happen at night.
Wading in the tears of the world.
Drowned in the cries of the voices
that are never heard.
Can the beauty of life
exist in the fight?
Can love hold on too tight?
Still tipping in the balance of my heart & mind
trying to walk the middle of the road.
When it all has been said and done
will your story be told?
How will it unfold?
In the blink of a child's eye.
In an old mans' sigh.
Still wondering why
it all had to be that way.

This life of perpetual sacrifice
as cold as ice.
Laying with a knife
on the alter of my passions
not letting go of this struggle and strife,
leading me to a place of infinite horizons.
Liberated by my vices,
trapped by my virtues.
This music is my life
all I can do is hang on.
Whether it turns me inside out
or upside down
I know it's where the truth
will be found.