The world continues and the unique are punished.
Am I wrong or am I right?
The world is one way and I am the other,
can you blame me for feeling wrong?
But I hold to my convictions, I hold to my beliefs,
as i'm scorned, and punished because of them.
They continue as they always had, the social norm,
but I rebel against what was and what is.
They don't see because they don't want to,
double think at it's worst, to know the facts and still continue.
They should know better than to poison themselves,
they should respect themselves enought to say no.
How many can stand strong and calm while under attack?
How many won't use violence until the last resort?
They continue to comment and question me,
but it isn't my place to judge or rant.
My God guides and protects me, in him I trust, in him I rejoice.
I give myself, and boast of him.
I still imagin them chasing me with pitchforks and fire,
because of my beliefes, because of what I hold dear.
They question my being, the Teetotaller,
why should I resist what they want and do.
I am torn, my faith in mankind shattered.
I know what I feel is wrong, and it just makes it worse.
In the end it doesn't matter, in the end I have God.
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
Tempest Fugit
I am torn, but time continues.
Passage Of Time
All the songs I sing, all the words I say,
have meaning beyond meaning, into matters of the soul.
I was torn, but time heals all wounds,
I am not alone, friends are with me, I am loved.
The music is still far away, but some joy is around.
A slight breeze and sunshine can now flow,
to cover damaged ground.
My world has meaning, I have a place and purpose.
But still I need, still I want more time.
Goodness and hope, peace and compassion, lay beyond my reach.
My path is rocky, the desert is dim, and I fear losing my way.
Like many who carry there homes in there hearts, I carry hate in mine.
As yet I still cannot forgive, I have my life to live.
I know my guide, my God and faith are with me, but feel beyond my grasp.
As I betray myself with anger, I feel hatred in my soul.
My problems are still my problem, and others still burden,
to be useful, helps me, distracts me from this world.
My life still torn, threads of pain buried deep.
I will put up my mask and hide beneath, I will soldier on.
Forward, never back, towards my goals, towards a future.
To learn my lessons, to heal and to help.
But I will still hurt, still be in pain, because some wounds can never heal,
an eternal reminder of his action, of the scare across my world.
I will be angered, I will be enraged, but I will hide here with the beast.
No one must see me, behind my facade.
I will bury my emotions, run, not to fight, stay calm all I need is time.
Passage Of Time
All the songs I sing, all the words I say,
have meaning beyond meaning, into matters of the soul.
I was torn, but time heals all wounds,
I am not alone, friends are with me, I am loved.
The music is still far away, but some joy is around.
A slight breeze and sunshine can now flow,
to cover damaged ground.
My world has meaning, I have a place and purpose.
But still I need, still I want more time.
Goodness and hope, peace and compassion, lay beyond my reach.
My path is rocky, the desert is dim, and I fear losing my way.
Like many who carry there homes in there hearts, I carry hate in mine.
As yet I still cannot forgive, I have my life to live.
I know my guide, my God and faith are with me, but feel beyond my grasp.
As I betray myself with anger, I feel hatred in my soul.
My problems are still my problem, and others still burden,
to be useful, helps me, distracts me from this world.
My life still torn, threads of pain buried deep.
I will put up my mask and hide beneath, I will soldier on.
Forward, never back, towards my goals, towards a future.
To learn my lessons, to heal and to help.
But I will still hurt, still be in pain, because some wounds can never heal,
an eternal reminder of his action, of the scare across my world.
I will be angered, I will be enraged, but I will hide here with the beast.
No one must see me, behind my facade.
I will bury my emotions, run, not to fight, stay calm all I need is time.
The Brink
This poem was written after an event that shock my life, it brought me to my limits, and changed me and my view of the world.
Torn
Round and round I go, my life torn around me,
pieces of love and hate that is me,
my life for all the world to see.
My mask is gone, the hatred shines through,
the pain it causes, blinds me, but I must stop.
The walls are coming crashing down, and
the desert is now my home.
For all I see is pain and no good can reach me,
I reject the world around me,
and it can burn in Hell for all I care.
To be me now is a bad thing, to work out my place,
but something we all must do.
The music doesn’t reach me anymore, and the pain remains,
for sorrow is my companion and that will never change.
My faith says let go and forgive, but I say to Hell, let him burn,
is that right, can I be saved, I am oil and the world is water,
do I belong, should I stay in this place for the damned?
No friends to console, no place to heal, so I will let it burn,
and see my world come crashing down.
No compass to guide me, and the desert is getting darker,
my choices are running out, no place to go, no place to hide.
My true self no one sees, I want to hate him, I want to hurt him,
I want him to pay for his crimes and torment.
My calm venire persists, and the world still doesn’t know that I am torn.
And the people around me carry on,
acting as they do, the embodiment of my anger, my pain,
and I will hate them and judge them, and theirs nothing that I can do.
They run to it, they love it, they need it, and I soldier on, I manage,
but for how much longer, I will break, I cannot hold forever - not alone.
Torn
Round and round I go, my life torn around me,
pieces of love and hate that is me,
my life for all the world to see.
My mask is gone, the hatred shines through,
the pain it causes, blinds me, but I must stop.
The walls are coming crashing down, and
the desert is now my home.
For all I see is pain and no good can reach me,
I reject the world around me,
and it can burn in Hell for all I care.
To be me now is a bad thing, to work out my place,
but something we all must do.
The music doesn’t reach me anymore, and the pain remains,
for sorrow is my companion and that will never change.
My faith says let go and forgive, but I say to Hell, let him burn,
is that right, can I be saved, I am oil and the world is water,
do I belong, should I stay in this place for the damned?
No friends to console, no place to heal, so I will let it burn,
and see my world come crashing down.
No compass to guide me, and the desert is getting darker,
my choices are running out, no place to go, no place to hide.
My true self no one sees, I want to hate him, I want to hurt him,
I want him to pay for his crimes and torment.
My calm venire persists, and the world still doesn’t know that I am torn.
And the people around me carry on,
acting as they do, the embodiment of my anger, my pain,
and I will hate them and judge them, and theirs nothing that I can do.
They run to it, they love it, they need it, and I soldier on, I manage,
but for how much longer, I will break, I cannot hold forever - not alone.
First Thoughts
A series of poems, peaks into my heart and soul.
Echoes Of The Soul
Would they notice?
Would they care,
If I was just like air?
Can they bare to see me,
For who I really am?
They wound me with there words,
More than I would admitt.
I stand alone in the night,
With the vices of the world,
Do we hear the echoes of the past,
Will we learn from their mistakes?
Echoes Of The Soul
Would they notice?
Would they care,
If I was just like air?
Can they bare to see me,
For who I really am?
They wound me with there words,
More than I would admitt.
I stand alone in the night,
With the vices of the world,
Do we hear the echoes of the past,
Will we learn from their mistakes?
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