You People Sicken Me Years have passed by as your eyes were closed You hear and speak as though you have sight. I have seen you darkest ambitions, but you shall never see the light. You sicken me as you fool yourself... thinking your words are kind, when they do nothing but injustice to others in body and mind. You people all sicken me. How can you not open your eyes! How can you not see your own evil? You are a plague upon this world, and a paradox among your peers. How can one be so intelligent, but so ignorant? When one listens to words unwitnessed... When one cluthces loyalty before the truth... When one injures others with blind fury... Such are the plague of the world. Anagram 1 So much I have seen... Anagrams Attempted... Meaning unseen by naked eyes... When will her eyes be open? How can contacts make no contact, Yet still seem to work? Dingy to my eyes, Outside of first perception. Time Has changed her. I have changed me, but future depends on her. She who sees but does not see, That which stands before her. Obvious to others, Melancholic to self, and Eroding as time passes into nothing Incomplete One is only half of two As words are spoken, such is true Once apart, together, then split again, no smith nor skilled may mend. What was achieved is left to dust, and dust to dust. What will be...may never be the same again. One is only half of two, but two is no longer whole, when half is not half. My Sleeping Beauty the writings of the former fool My dear Samantha G, an acronym of beauty Dark of hair and dark of skin she is woman who does roar yet she is woman who loves and mind which I love dearly she is loyal she is beauty I am unworthy, to be in her midst among many, I appear but she, is among none Perfection, part I to my bajan princess such beauty such sweet lips a perfect smile my eyes can't forget called a demon by challengers and previous who are now offenders but I can never forgive any man who may offend her nor forgive myself, if I ever do so to lose such a love is like my life in decresendo I love to taste her lips but to feel her presence most which is more desireable? monetary gain or to only hold her close Who Am I??? Who am I? I haven't been here long, but already many know and love me I'm not in entertainment, or a Puffy Protoge put me next to a mic, I don't know what to say Who am I? all people to me are the same no color lines all speach from the same mind frame no differences, the only thing I truly see is light multiple figures causin me to wild for tha night Who am I? among many yet still alone no where in this world do I feel at home but I havne't gone that far yet Who am I? a year ago, no one knew I existed but I did only in a differnet state, with a different focus split into opposites hybernating as life's components had no way of stoping this i speak once, half a syllable and people love it for the next ten years, I exxagerate people's budgets I said I'm not a rapper Who am I ?!? I was once a twinkle in the eye you were once me and so was ya fam I started offwit tha nickname litle man Who am I? Only 3 seconds old If you need to be told I'm the newborn infant whose screams break the mold A Blur That which I try to prevent, occurs. I am a failure to self, but what am I to her? A blur..... little in the eye without correction. A blur....... without a voice. Antithesis of my soul Away from my love, stranded and left to survive. No CBS funding may disdain my love, nor cause motions aainst my heart. All I have are pictures and a voice, which I see daily. I miss her voice when I sleep, and yearn for it when I awaken, from a slumber filled with dreams of her beauty, beauty which is mind to hold, and who's touch, I miss with every breath. My love is yours Sam. Please don't treat my like a fool... Double Play I am not what you want to believe me to be. I am who I am, and only me. What you did to me, I forgave but the thought entered my mind. Should I do or not deliver payback? I choose not to. I don't want to. In life now, I am finally complete. Why jeapordize that? I don't want to lose that. She who is the light to my dark existence, all I can do is beg, for her forgiveness. I want to be with no other, for life, I have found my last lover, my last love, and my future. Farewell Sincir A walking shadow within a husk... still thinking, breathing, and acting, but little else. Once warm, but now cold to the touch. Little left from one who thought so much. A role model, a friend, foe, lover, fighter, but also slightly comic to hilarious, even moreso, omnifarious. What once dwelled within, is now dead and decay, with few words from it's thoughts, left to say. As passed the days of may and now, into june Sincir is now dead, with birchwood for his tomb For a Lady I No Longer Talk To For a lady named *** Near angelic perfection seen on earth beauty which causes the non divine mind to work I'm tryin not to think because it makes my head hurt personality which can often stimulate my brain something new which is why so many have false claims I try not in my actions to do the same We're all the same age by my soul is tired of the games the ones we play which cause others to learn words exchanged possess ability to cause others' hearts to burn often the hearts of those who get called little worms my own is cold and resides in my chest still no explaination for my frozen breast frostbitten words which still touch the best personality and traits which you manifest There are no words to compare to you any definition which I write would never be true the same for any other who tries the same he insults you and has only himself to blame Forgotten Words When spoken it is nothing words flow like sand in water remembered as something yet first percieved as nothing only by he who's breath is hotter warm with the friction of speech so many words forgotten so many unknown what did you say an hour ago you can't remember what you said five minutes ago but she remembers and he remembers now you are in trouble the friction of your words burst the bubble From light to eternal darkness I was once in the light,/ once happy,/ once in love,/ Now I am sad,/ on the threshold of eternal darkness from my love./ I had let my guard down,/ enraptured, I let it down./ Now I fear the worst./ This Soaring Eagle is falling down./ My love is pure,/ but hers is tainted in a way I cannot see./ So now I have nothing./ My world is without light for eternity. Into the Mist returning to a place away from my love I leave what I came to call home less than the truth but enough no family and yet comfort now I return into the mist of hatred into the midst of pain a life in which I am haunted by dreams dreams of a past period dreams of my love a love which is now absent a love which I desire to see again 20 minutes away but so far I miss you Samantha you guide my life as a North Star My heaart speaks part I begging for forgiveness Words of my past come true words of my past spoken to you those which were senseless to me after written now I see where they fit in All I want is you All I need is you I don't want anything else if I can't be with you Everything I have worked for, means nothing only being with you, is something too long have I toiled for so little now I toil for something much greater to have your love again from now until no later I want to love you forever and you to love me until the end of time and beyond eternity I hope that you can see it in your heart to forgive me a heart which mirrors mine a heart absent of time our heart and I only have a 1/4 without you next to me but you have 3/4 please join me again My Valentine... My valentine do I have one? Who do you have when there is no one? Yourself? Is it enough? Begging for one to hold only given air A day before your birth and all close to you are unprepaired A tedious existence Is ithis really a life? Can you carry on? or do you want to end it? is this existence a life? is there even a difference? Painful Division That which was close is now far that which I held close to me was not true it was myst my imagination as my mind is playing tricks on me a girl that I love, progressessto contemplate or cheat on me I miss her so much but what will she do Strange Soliloquy to the troubled mind Solitude at it's best is little more than absence in my chest, of a simple thing: the hardest four letter word to speak, but that which affects all it can reach It beckons and it calls but who anwers? Rarely one, or not at all. It is the true artist, who criticizes self the harshest... and those who speak words of four letters, who spread these works the farthest. What is a writer without a muse? A man rambling violently in his own mind! saddened by the thoughts of time and constantly asking Why I?! Of all people, Why I?! Who must suffer these dark burdens and survive in life with nothing certain e unum plurbis et nil sine deo That Which I Cannot Have to my dear Samantha That which I desire, I do not deserve to possess. No man deserves to possess, beauty is defined in her countenance all men desire her, and yet few can be suspect she who has a mind of her own. She is free to choose. One of many, but whom. The chosen is known only to fortune, which will serve him all too soon, making all previous actions appear as nothing and only his time with her as something, even with the dreams of thousands in his hands, it is the one thing which he cannot attain the pain of control of self, is a constant paradox physical is nothing, and mental a lot I cannot due justice to her in words, for this language lacks the grammar I pary only that through from my thoughts, may be created a ladder Thinking of my carribean princess to my dear Samantha How do I love thee? Let me speak the way, as long as you are with me, my heart, entwined, will stay. Drowning in your eyes, an endless ea of beauty, in which I feel alive. To hold you is not like holding another. It is like two lost halves, finally rejoined together. My love is always with you, as yours is always with me. Inside two kindred hearts, which outlast eternity. Utterances Of The Soul The words of the poet are often utterences of the soul. The heart is to the pen, an interpreter, to whom justice is never shown.