The Second 11
Que es un Mundo
Que Es un Mundo
Perfect es
No sonar, nunca un pelabra
Que es un Mundo
Donde amor es amor
Y no existe decepcion
Que es un Mundo
Hagan liso con trabajo
Hagan brillante con felicidad
Que es un Mundo
De dos estacioes, Verano
Y Invierno seguir
Que es un Mundo
Donde cosas son verdades
Y ilusion es ilusion
Que es un Mundo
Que es un Mundo
Un Mundo es.
LOST
I feel lost
Sanity slip
At what cost
I lost my grip
Never tell
How I feel
Ring the bell
Break the seal
I destroy
I create
Don't play coy
Avoiding fate
I desire
I want all
To the fire
All does fall
I don't fear
Never yell
I can't hear
There is no hell
See no point
Feel no loss
It's out of joint
All is toss
Why I care
Why I try
Why I stare
Why I cry
Me, Myself
Me and I
I am alone
Me, myself and I
Problem Youth
What I think I knew
What I think I saw
Never had I a clue
I knew naught at all
The pain I gave
the trouble I did
sent to the grave
Nothing but a rotten kid
What I tried
Cannot win
when I died
Never to succeed in
So much hate
No such joy
Just leave to fate
to raise this problem boy
Like a broken piece of glass
Like a piece of crystal shard
I was thrown out on my ass
After wanting so long so hard
Why oh so wild
There can be no plan
For when this evil child
Becomes a thinking man
No Hope
I have been hidden
Below the mud and sin
Misery comes unbidden
Covering the good within
A shadow in the day
A twinkle in the light
That is how I stay
Can not face or flee the light
Eternity can pass in minutes
In the blink of an eye
Forever can pass in moments
To one who can never die
For me the skies are always grey
Life is filled with hopelessness
For I have seen light far away
And realized I am the darkness
Sheep
Why should I stay
When life so dull has become
Moral decay
I feel my soul turning numb
I try to follow the light
As I walk through the blind
I talk not of sight
I now talk of the blind
They live like sheep
Following every command
A command to sleep
To sit, to stand
They have no mind
They have no will
It makes me blind
In rage I could kill
Their pitiful existence makes me sick
Sorrowful lives that go forever
When I am asked if I will live that trick
Hear my hate filled shout, Never! Never!
A Man Named Fear
A teacher
~a lover of wisdom
An Equal
~seeking so dominion
A philospher
~solid and sound thinking
A human
~tinkers with everything
A master
~Brilliant genious incarnate
A mortal
~slave to his passions
Fear
~my tutor, my teacher
Alan
~my friend my preacher
Goodnight sweet prince
And may flights of Angels
Sing thee to thy rest.
The voice of Fear
I heard one sentence
A group of words
Just words each with their own meaning
But grouped as they were together
Their meaning became sinister and horrid
"They found him in his bed"
No more was said
No less was said
More, though, was not needed
I heard this but registered less
"They found him"
They
The police
Found
A body was located
A dead body
Him
My friend, my mentor, my teacher, Alan Fear
In his bed
Peace, painless, rest
Now I hear other voices,
"Life will go on" they say
Not for Fear I think
"You'll be fine" they say
After a long, long time I think
Now I sleep
And in sleep I hear him
"Ahboreson" he calls
A Shakespearean name he christened me
"Fear" I respond
"John don't weep your life out,
Be secure and content that I love you
And love the others, continue the class
And the Fear Quizzypoos!"
I wake
I realize the game my mind plays on me
I cry and cry and cry
Now I think day and night
night and day
He loved me, us
And we, I, loved, love him.
Reversi
Stuck in a cage
Where no light shines
Swallow my rage
And pay for my crimes
There's no place to turn
There's no place to hide
My emotions churn
Welling deep down inside
I strike out, some killing blows
But no one is around but me
Instead of relief my hate grows
poisoning no one but me
In the end they mock me
But the truth is it's reversed
They are blind and cannot see
I am mocking the cursed
Empty
I live in a life that life forgot
I live in a life that empty hope begot
Where wealth is waste
No hope here haste
No one dreams but shattered dreams
We stay no where avoiding extremes
No one is wrong, no one is right
There is no darkness, there is no light
There is no hate, there is no love
No hawk exist, neither the dove
We are, yet we are not
In limbo forever caught
There is no shame and never glory
Trapped forever in Purgatory
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