If I died
Would you be there darling
To carry the burden of abandonment in your shoulders
I mean my corpse
Would you be there
So you could taste the long rainy nights
Through your tears
Tears of pain, maybe regret
If I died
Would you be there
......
The world is but a crumbling place,
And we say we fear demise,
You poison yourself with each breath,
While you try to stay alive.
When smoke and fire engulf you,
Will you still say it's gentle warmth?
And burn and burn till there's nothing left,
But ashes of a soul?
......
I just wanna say you were thinking right
When you were sippin’ on your cheap old wine
Told me “Ali let’s get things straight
This relationship is going nowhere
And I’m afraid I’ll get attached
Then you’ll leave me for your plans”
“I don’t wanna have laughs today
And feel broken in a couple years
......
It seemed so simple
but proved to be
very difficult :
it has hiddenness we can't see
An end before it even began,
a touch to the start of falling dominoes,
In the eyes of a desolate living,
reflections of disparity plays out in frames.
Taking spilled out ink for boiling blood,
taking the crystals to be rocks in mud,
the pain in the smile is regarded for pride,
as the head held high is a facade of fright.
To the man who looks, with hopes for answers,
he see what he wants and see what he hates,
......
Tides of Truth
On a peaceful day, seagulls glide,
while shells scattered across the sand reflect pure sunlight.
A storm is raging beyond,
nearing the calm sands,
immersed in self-proclaimed vindication.
Ripples turn into unapologetic waves,
......
An end before it even began,
a touch to the start of falling dominoes,
In the eyes of a desolate living,
reflections of disparity plays out in frames.
Taking spilled out ink for boiling blood,
taking the crystals to be rocks in mud,
the pain in the smile is regarded for pride,
as the head held high is a facade of fright.
To the man who looks, with hopes for answers,
he see what he wants and see what he hates,
......
They tell me I can be whatever I choose
That a man can become a woman,
That flesh can defy the hands of its Maker,
That truth is no longer truth but mere opinion.
Lies! Deception! Blasphemy!
Has the creation risen above the Creator?
Shall the clay rebuke the Potter,
Claiming He has made a mistake?
Oh, foolish generation, drowning in pride,
You shake your fists at heaven,
......
Don’t seek perfection in a world of deception, a place of test for he and she. If God intended for man perfection, no mortal being will disagree.
For every time you feel rejection, only the truth will set you free. And when you tread in wrong direction, your path will lead to misery.
So be alarmed, request protection, from every evil in you and me. Extend your hand and attempt connection, don't hesitate to make a plea.
For every action that causes friction, will wear our bond and kill our glee.
It seemed so simple
but proved to be
very difficult :
it has hiddenness we can't see