Mystic well

Through the crowd I see the light, 

Ushering everyone slowly, ever so slight,

Slow and steady as it always was,

Onward and onward without pause,

Is there someone above after all?

Highly doubt it every one crossing legs,

But what kind of God makes you beg,

The cynic being himself doesn't help,

He doesn't have rhymes in his head,

Even if he did, would he tear out his heart from his chest,

We have to try, that's what she said.

A happy one.

 I'm happy. They think I'm not.

I'm okay with what I got.

Don't worry about me drive your own car.

My biggest problem is a dusty guitar.

I don't have money but I have piece of mind.

Sometimes that's enough to find the light.

I see crows kissing while I smoke a cigarette.

You are what you think you are, that's all I have left.

They want to drag me into their world.

Fate isn't fair, just letting you know boys and girls.

But like I said, I'm happy and glad the trees are still green.

Roof over my head helping me to stay clean.

Fighting the power isn't easy when the one's you love aren't interested.

I fake a smile... But wait I thought I was happy, so I don't resist it.

Love like there's no tomorrow, and feel my thoughts get cynical.

Use the sarcasm, and then I feel the love becoming hypothetical.

What's a drop of trouble in a vast ocean of anger.

I can feel it make me stronger and stronger.

So for now lets leave this at it'll be over when its over.

A ChanT of twisted love

I thought of all the ways I could have made you feel good,

For I came to know over time it was more an image for you than your own feel,

I tried every way to directly touch your mind with my fingers,

Tried many times to reason with logic but it never added up,

I get that all courts love jesters, and all godfathers love their right hand,

Let this be a tribute to you for one man's back is always another man's pedestal,

And since for you it is your image that matters the most, use mine to soar.

Love you to the billionth galaxy and back,

But I dont have the strength to handle each word you say, right now,

I may not speak, but I'm sure my acts are worth a thousand words of how I tried my best.

Soar my beloved father. 

Bow to no opinion. 

Definitely Worth a read

They are like an autumn breeze on a summers day,
They are there to be felt, on your face and in your hair,
They are there beside you, in front of you, as well as behind you,
And those that are behind you push you forward (inspiration) ,
And those that are ahead of you also push you forward (inspiration),
And those beside you also push you forward (inspiration),
While everyone else present there also give you the same thing but don't ask for much (appreciation),
So basically, what I'm saying is be direct in your words (conversation),
As these words give me what's on your mind (explanation) ,
And these words lead to thoughts in the heads of others (formulation),
While acts lead to you propagating forward (locomotion)
While what you believe becomes your truth, what another believes becomes theirs (diversification)
Purpose should be what leads a person, and having none is what will make one create one (philosophication) .

Flinch

Never Flinch when your friend or your enemy raises their hand at you,
As in both those cases the outcome is known if not inevitable,
Only strangers should bear that insult.

Splat.

You remind of a saggy ball lying splat on the terrace surface,
All open to interpretations,
Can you give them when men come to ask you for their part of air,
Which you said you know to give, to put it loosely.

Reflection

To the reflections of the world,

It can be said that you will receive what you show.