I look to the numbers slithering down in my account. And its depressing.
While others clench their eyes shut as their homes are collapsing. Families, in memories.
I lock my jaw, bite down on my teeth until they bleed.
I am tired.
I am fed up.
I am on the verge of breaking a bone.
While others spend nights truly restless, in the slums.
in the streets.
in the dark.
alone.
I build up my frustration searching for a new place to call home.
Certain location.
Certain feel.
Certain price.
While others are searching for a street corner.
A place where the cold can't creep.
A place to hold on,
for life.
Ill be working long hours, but hardly getting money
The checks aren't adding up
My bills stacking up now
and I feel desperate.
While others will do my work for a quarter of the pay
to be one step closer to rest
to feeding their children
putting clothes on their back.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Reevalution
Evaluating every choice just so I can gain some life lesson
Letting words and pictures slash away as I'm fighting each impression
How a moment could hold such peace, yet cradle a shadow of deception
It's beyond my comprehension, but ill leave men in their possession.
Each beat engraved with regret and I pray to rise above them.
I throw my punches in a coin collection begging God to pardon all my pain
If my eyes could cry as compensation then I swear my tears have paid.
Some learn to leave without turning back, though they'll never "look" the same
Others choke at each breath of air as each bitter bite is engulfed in flames.
The last one standing has his life in one hand and the other thirsty for a change.
I'll leave a dozen more behind if I have to, if that means I get out of this alive
Seeking escape from all of my demons trying to breed deep down inside
Despite the whispered words of worry I have not withered away and died
I just stood up against the choices that poisoned my perspective
and possessed my puzzled mind.
Re-evaluating my priorities, though my desires are being shaped through rock
Undergoing an excavation of the heart to salvage the beats that stopped
Letting words and pictures slash away as I'm fighting each impression
How a moment could hold such peace, yet cradle a shadow of deception
It's beyond my comprehension, but ill leave men in their possession.
Each beat engraved with regret and I pray to rise above them.
I throw my punches in a coin collection begging God to pardon all my pain
If my eyes could cry as compensation then I swear my tears have paid.
Some learn to leave without turning back, though they'll never "look" the same
Others choke at each breath of air as each bitter bite is engulfed in flames.
The last one standing has his life in one hand and the other thirsty for a change.
I'll leave a dozen more behind if I have to, if that means I get out of this alive
Seeking escape from all of my demons trying to breed deep down inside
Despite the whispered words of worry I have not withered away and died
I just stood up against the choices that poisoned my perspective
and possessed my puzzled mind.
Re-evaluating my priorities, though my desires are being shaped through rock
Undergoing an excavation of the heart to salvage the beats that stopped
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