The heart that hates is not born but bred
Though within us all there exists a part
That can be fed
By disgust and ignorance
Until all we ever knew
Is the hatred that we spew
Truth
Madness
Madness is the melody on the edge of hearing and with lyrics you cannot quite recall.
(In other words I’m trying to remember a song I heard in the car)
Pain Truth
It’s been said beauty is truth
And truth is beauty
Yet beauty is pain
So truth is pain
Pain reveals it all
In The Ground
In the ground
That’s where you’ll be found
Six feet down
And I stand here trying to contain the sound
Of my laughter
Knowing your burning in the hereafter
As they speak trying to make your life sound meaningful
And had a soul, oh how beautiful
Your death was long overdue
And everyone knew
Everyone is crying
Yet I’m the only one smiling
With a heart that glows
As your corpse decomposes
They won’t admit what is true
Their glad you’re dead
And in their heads
They know you knew
Karma
Karma
The invisible force
Which those without means or ability to
Subscribe a belief into the universe
Will address a wrong done to them
In an effort to balance the scales
Little do they think
That the universe smiles
both upon the just and unjust
The wicked and the righteousness
The prude and the whore
And in truth the universe couldn’t care for either or
100 Percent
A Hundred percent
Nothing and no one
Even me
Only my blood is hundred proof
A sad and lonely truth
That’s all it’ll ever be
After my time is spent
And long after I’m gone
When the liquor no longer burns
And you have nothing left to learn
Nothing to teach
And little worth to preach
When there are no new sins
And apathy sinks in
In the darkness you see
That’s where you’ll find me
My Friend of Misery
Another sip of hope
Tasting whiskey bitter sweet
Wandering down the winding dark street
To find the ways and means to cope
I used to dream of such wondrous things
A love that would never die
A world left better than I found it
A place full of glorious things
And a open blue sky
Of sadness that I would forget
Now those dreams are gone
For in truth I was wrong to have them
This world is not ready wonders
Only nightmares it would seem
And in my blunders
I see the truth alone
That sometimes only the only wondrous thing to do is madness
Allow the sorrow of tomorrow to become personified
When hope fails and misery reigns
Let your wickedness be glorified
Regardless of the pains
It brings to others happiness
Be the friend of misery never had
