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Black Flame... The ReturnI have watched and I have waited patiently for this world to govern their actions
I have watched from a distance always aware of what has happened
I have turned the other cheek
and listened when our great Mayor stopped to speak
He spoke of crimes comitted and how things will certainly change
for this great city
He spoke of our Law enforcement and how their going to apprehend
the animals that commit the killings
He begged the fine people to hang on and just be a little more patient
And yet I have seen more people hurt and heard of fewer lives saved
He told everyone that our great streets shall soon be repaved
and how if the neighborhoods stuck together it wasn't too late
They asked you to volunteer information on the criminals you knew
and in return for their whereabouts...you'd be granted amnesty
So that when these thugs finally posted bail they can return to the streets
just to kill.. your family
You see they can say what they want,but there's just not enough
Nowhere close to enough c
Reaching OutOnce I was drowning
and a man said "Take my hand."
he drew me from the depths of despare
by just showing that he cared
just by reaching out
I realised what this world was about
I came to a quick understanding
of all the things I took for granted
like waking up each day
or perhaps just finding time to say...
Thanks for being there when I needed you most
and thanks for not pushing me away...just drawing me closer
Broken HomeSad I am
Sad because of my comitment
Sad I am
tired and disguisted of this predictment
and all I have left is lent
all my ties are finally spent
since this marriage all my wants denied
tonight now all my flaws were underlined
for this world to see
what you think is wrong with me
so here I stand exposed
so you may see my failures up close
and somehow I still luv this chick
someone please tell me- whats up with this luv shit
sometimes I wonder how you call this a relationship
when my heart keeps telling me to call it quits
but am I so afraid of just being alone
that I will continue to live in this broken home
D.L.It's strange how everyone want's to be a thug
when the real thugs don't want to be a thug
this is nothing to joke about
when one has to live without
I simply can't comprehend
how someone crooked intends to win
living each day somewhat afraid
of all the people you've cheated or the enemies you've made
Man don't you know it's better to forgive
because sooner or later somethings got to give
It's strange how everyone's afraid
of all of these teenage killers we've made
remember that neighborhood child that's unwanted
that's the same kid now with the warrants
for his arrest on sight
you know the same kid left alone at night
don't you remmeber he's the one that got shot
while standing on the corner slinging rocks
and you may believe or you may not
but now he's the player that's running the block
the same man pimpin all the hoes
the same predator your daughter can't tell no
when simply all it took was a kind word
to stop this child from growing into a ...Drug Lord
It's OfficialIt's Official in this new world
I can't survive or thrive
I'm some kind of fossil
living in this plain of obsticles
you see they draw your attention
whiler our honest anchors keep you in suspense
once again gas prices rob you blind
and Big Buisness tells you your losing your mind
but we all know somethings wrong
our peers convince you to just go along
but sometimes you can't make out heads or tails
and your tired of the bullshit their saling
but of course our media tells you nothings wrong
that the times getting better,were living longer...life goes on
of course the public must live the lies
while your consious tells you this just ain't right
When I was youngWhen I was young there wasn't anything I couldn't do
there were no restrictions,I didn't know I could lose
when I was small I thought I could do it all
I was willing to take any chance, I was willing to take the fall
if all I had to do was seek and strive
I'd have done much better than just staying alive
in this world of such little hope
that I would learn later tells dreamers...no
No you can't be a man without both parents
No you can't grow up in the ghetto and have character
nomatter how educated you still don't have a chance
and nomatter how hard you try you just can't
you see your young mind just doesnt understand
that a negative world doesn't give a damn
about your wants and dreams
or the ecoes of your childish screams
because everytime you think your winning or gaining ground
there will be someone in your vicinity to keep you down
if you let it there will always be something to make you miserable
so try to follow your dreams and ignore this crazy world
SignatureMemories of yours
Objects in my room
You sold me gloom
And all the lights.
Are you a fool
Or a blind mind?
Believing my lies
Soon you will die.
I have the rights
Of all your stupid life
Any kind of will
You read the chain
Embracing your neck
You signed it anyway
I am so lucky
I own a soul
I’m lord of its world
My wealth grows.
There’s no escape
My hopeless pet
Be my slave
And try to obey.
RustyMy heart is of rich, bright copper old
And in it contained love and happiness
It's not my smile or eyes that are bold
But the joyous soul shines its goodness
And then I met him, a mysterious guy
Of high status, an aristocrat if you will
He's charming, majestic like the sky
His grey eyes always gave my spine a chill
I don't know what lured me into him
Perhaps it was the danger that he emits
Little did I know he was nothing but grim
And he sucked out my life when we kiss
Heart and soul turned cold, a hard metal shell
I couldn't repair it no matter what I tried to do
The love was replaced with something from hell
Anger, sadness, misanthropy only grew and grew
My tears, like rain, touches my metal heart- now red
It's rusting away, until one day I must dispose of it
It is no longer beautiful, no longer pure, just dead
I'm broken and tainted with vileness of an evil spirit
Like a rusted robot, I need someone to fix me, a repair
Please clean me and help me rid of the painful memories
first kissThere is no equality in love
Who willingly wears the tightest glove
All must give what few can take
Brave heart dares bend far past its break
No casual chance not to be bored
Give to get true risk reward
No one can win this dangerous game
We all play still the same
While at the door pause reminisce
Only to remember that first kiss
Take these drugs and feel the fun,
smile once and then you’re done.
Click our ad and try your luck,
elation-fit, and then you’re stuck.
For just another little dime
be happy, happy, all the time.
Melancholy’s for the saps,
put your boredom in our traps.
Once you need a stronger fix,
Give us money, get your kicks.
Hear our pitch, ignore the slime,
be happy, happy, all the time.
Real worlds do not exist,
lance that sadness like a cyst,
Make your own world, make it true,
Use our rules, made just for you.
Where sadness is the biggest crime,
be happy, happy all the time.
Illustrations of IncarnationsI know not what I say until it's there
Emblazoned and incarnate, soul as ink,
As heady as a garden. How I think
In pen, perhaps aloud, and words will bear
Those thoughts of which I suffer unaware.
They weigh upon a heart that's apt to sink
Heavy with a truth yet indistinct;
A challenge to myself of truth or dare.
Now cast upon the paper they are free
Where once they ran amok in charted space;
Now ordered on the page, all I impart
And I am whole at last in clarity.
O words of hope which set my heart to race,
You are incarnate now, in written art:
My illustrated heart,
For all there is of me is writ in you
And nothing I say now will e'er undo
The ink on which I drew
All my incarnate thoughts, now felt and seen
As every stroke of ink makes up my being.
Hope's Triumph I
Days Long Lost,
Bear the heaviest cost
To the heart's burden fixed
On memories' own Halcyon times.
Be it that Fate,
She for future hope nixed,
Hounds us still of unpaid crimes
Of which we serve, never consummate
Of the penance sentenced to each his due,
Paid in the brew of humility and rue.
Before the Fall,
Of his world, his grasp held it all.
But as sand slips through the fingers' crack,
Same had his all been dissipated.
His vanity disintegrated,
All his stewardship's domain.
Nothing remains save the mockery of lack.
Hope spirits on wings slow and broken,
Sped on the flight whose end unspoken,
Its receiver is ignorant of the imminent aid,
Dodges the enemy's swiping blade.
Before them, the path blearied,
Under their feet wearied,
As their tempests loom above never allaying.
A bell rattles within their ribcages
The knell the desperate resound,
When peace is nowhere to be found.
Hope's course tarries,
Its lagging herald carries
rustythey called me little iron-heart,
because i "only cared about myself."
if only they knew the memories,
that were rusting away on my shelves.
the feelings came along with the pain,
and back to the memories to start.
everything in my life led up,
to my gray, little, locked up broken-heart.
i didn't care about anyone,
because i was unable to care anymore.
i thought i wore my heart on my sleeve,
i thought my sadness was apparent, for sure.
but maybe they just couldn't see past me,
and see that my heart was a little dusty.
so that's me, "iron-heart", the big fat jerk.
well i'm sorry if my social skills are rusty.
Melody"Be proud of yourself",
the words rise and fall.
"Look at what you have accomplished!",
They hit against the wall.
"Be proud of who you are".
They sing to me and to all.
Hear the song,
and the reason to be alive.
To think it's warmth,
To think it's touch,
would leave me in cold,
and forever behind,
was far from my mind.
The melody brought me down,
taking my hands in it's chains,
never allowing me to reach and rise,
in the light of the sunrise.
That (Feeling)I think I'm different from you all
a little detached that's for sure,
I'm not so certain how it started
maybe the time I felt broken hearted,
or even the time after that
either way this feeling wont detach
itself from me.
Sharper than a branch of holly
with a dimmed mind melancholy,
the outside is colourful to me
but inside shades of grey I bleed,
frankly I've had enough of that
but still this feeling wont detach
itself from me.
A broken mind repaired a heart
yet no heat can fix a mind so scarred,
I've tried at least a couple of times
since the first and second time,
now I've lost interest in that
and yet this feeling wont detach
and let me be...
It's keeping me from being me.
By Mark Francis Williams - 19/09/2014
Meaning to SayYou know there's been something I've been meaning to say
but somehow I always find a way to simply persuade
myself from talking about this
but today you know I just can't resist
Iwant to explain the best way I can
that though we're different I still understand
your goals may not be my goals
the path you take may not lead down my road
the things you may choose
might be to me a little confusing
but that's no reason for me to get angry
because two of a kind never remains
so I guess opposites do attract
from now on I intend to make this affair last
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