Jerbear725

My heart cries for love My body aches for lust I'm looking above Lord, who can I trust? My tears run dry But my soul still weeps I want to know why Have I fallen so deep? I'm bound in prison Can I cut these veins? What crime have I done To deserve these chains? My mind is weak My spirit is bare An understanding I seek This is my prayer

A bare slate lay before me, desiring for the truths of life to be etched into it. The trees have been inked by the pens of a million authors, but this slate was not purposed for a tale, not for history, or for theory. No work of art could satisfy; it only sought after the pieces of wisdom that could change a man forever. Those that spoke in a higher note than the mind or body could understand, but that the soul would gently sing in tune. War would have stained this tablet with ruby rivers of blood, for no battle was fought for the good of all man, but only for the good of a few. Respect, territory, ideals; even those that were noble causes b

Took two bullets to the chest, Still pushing along like the rest, Blood flows but I'm more than alive, Weights on my shoulder but I'll strive, Bottled up anger, throw it out the door, Tears of sadness, tossed to the floor, Pulling up as many with me as I can, Far from perfect but I'm an honest man. Your emotions are dragging you along for the ride, Mine are faithful, standing ready by my side, Happiness isn't a door unlocked by a key, Like a flame, it needs fuel constantly, I feed my fire the garbage life throws at me, Laughing at hard times like watching a comedy. Too many people are out shivering in the cold, Their joy's been