(old things) "Peopls Opinions"

Peoples opinions,
like tear drops in a well,
just as salty when you taste them
as they were when they fell.

Peoples opinions,
expressed in many ways.
That glance, that evil glance that says,
"This is my opinion: I don't think highly of you, but I'll smile while you try to please me, even though you never do."

Interesting opinions,
they change circumstances
They fuel hells fire
Burn in the form of glances

(Old Things) "Untitled"

Consecrate youself to me
Oh beautiful strain of melody.
Whisper through my willing ear
your lowest thought
your greatest fear
Make your rhythm my heartbeat
and use my soul as your feet.
Take my soul where you will go
I'm sure my mind will follow.
Let my spirit set you free
as you become a part of me.

Sweet song of my own inspiration
Why fly free of imagination?
Let your wisdom cover me
In turn I give my sanity
Why be sane and have no song?
Why sing life if the tune is wrong?
Why let hope drown in silence?

At least there is a chord for violence.

Consecrate youself to me
Oh beautiful strain of melody.
Whisper through my willing ear
your lowest thought
your greatest fear
Make your rhythm my heartbeat
and use my soul as your feet.
Take my soul where you will go
I'm sure my mind will follow.
Let my spirit set you free
as you become a part of me.

Old things

So I haven't written anything new and I think it is because I haven't given due pittance to the old things. Tonight since I consumed a rediculous amount of caffiene at the movie theatre I am up and will post some of my old things. I like calling them old things, like something that I should have discarded but was sentimentally attached to so I kept. Which is exactly what these old things are :). Enjoy

A Song of Sheba

There was a time where I would have been content to sit in the corner. Just a small space where he wouldn't see me, my presence wouldn't bother him, and I could love him from a distance.  Today he drew me into him, exalted me above all women.  Forsaking all I take him.  He will be my king.

no lady

I'm big and bold and down to tell whomever what I wont do.
I know you aint looking at me funny
No, I aint that one to be looked cross eyed at
No, I aint that bitch that is going to let you do the same shit you used to do with whomever you used to do it with
Naw you cant talk to her cause she is prettier than me
and No you aint finna tell me who I can and cant talk to either
I'm grown, I do me, I do what I want
I pay my own gat damn bills
and NO you cant help me
No, you cant live with me
No, you cant hang out
No, you cant fall asleep on her couch
No, you cant have female friends
No
I do what I wanna do, I do me, I'm grown
Naw, I dont care whatchugottasay
Naw, I wont lower my voice
Hell naw I wont calm down
Cause what you aint finta do
is work my last nerve
I DONT have to be here
I DONT have to stay
I have options
Naw, stressing you aint one of them
No I dont have a problem leaving because dats what I do BEST
Naw, I dont have a back up plan but I can make up one real quick
No, I dont have to listen to or understand your side of the story
I do what I wanna do, I does me, I'm is GROWN
so NO
I didnt remember to tell you I loved you
I didnt remember to let you know how important you are to me
No, I haven't stopped thinking of me first
No, I dont think I deserve your love
I look at my flaws, and turn them into your issues
I look at your flaws, and I make them into walls
cause I'm grown, cause I do what I wanna do,

not what's best for me

Flawed to the point where I cant recognize myself
I, roll around like a child in a cold bed with no blankie.
You hold a mirror up to me and tell me to look
but all I see is monsters and a piece of shit. Mr. Hankie?
my references are backwards ass sentence this like
and my life is going in the direction of my brain
in circles, of friends that really are quite square
neither here nor there, I will not dare
to be different from myself anymore, that just makes me
as crazy as I think I am and an outcast to myself on a
good day, the people in my head will say good morning
today they'd rather stay inside, close the curtains
shrug their shoulders, watch a rerun of what happened in my life
yesterday, I was cold

you weren't there to help me

I need someone to cover me.

eden #1

Never wanted to give myself up
give my self over
give anyone a piece

Been called all sorts of things
answered to quite a few of them
nobody knew my name

Adam laid down for nap
God took his rib
created something

I looked around at the world
what I thought I owned
it was nothing nice

You woke up
saw me
said I was beautiful

I never wanted anyone
not a piece of me given
I was mistaken

What I thought was mine
one of your ribs gone missing
is not mine to hoard

I felt guilty
still possesive of "me"
you laugh at me a lot

Hold my hand
take your rib for a walk
tell me "Protect what was always mine"

Not a piece of me to give