Eternal Rest

When people sleep, science says that their body is resting. They go into a state of unconsciousness while they repair. The thing is, when they wake up, they dive right back into their problems. People don't rest until they wake up to peace. Sleep people get today just fuels them to fix or run from their seemingly never-ending problems. Make peace and in peace you will rest. If you don't get the chance, your god will decide what happens from there.

Hope

Many say it's paralyzing. I would agree at times. When you have hope in something and it turns out the way you "hoped," you can learn to believe in hope. But when you believe and hope and pray so hard and it doesn't turn out in your favor, it can change you. It can kill you. Most of the times, when you have hope, you do not have proof. You are willing to risk everything just to prove that there's something to hope.

Hope can be relieving. It can give you a light. But let's say the light blew, yo stop hoping. Then what are you? A hollow shell, a lost soul. What are any of us if we didn't hope or believe? Would people of color still be sitting in the back of the bus? Who would Dr. King Jr. be if he didn't "Have a Dream"? Hope is a light, and also a shot in the dark. But mostly thought of as the light in the dark.

Sound vs. Silence

Sound fills the silence. If there were no sound, silence would fill our hearts, homes, schools, lives, and the world. If there were no silence, there would be no thought. Silence is thought's admission into the world. Sound is thought's admission out. Silence is pleasurable, but sound is also admirable. There are many beautiful sounds. There are crickets chirping, the waves crashing, our your favorite song. There are also many bad sounds but I rather not get into it. In my opinion, the sound of voice is the most honorable because it's something to fight for. The good kind of silence is when you can't transfer your thoughts into words. The bad kind of silence is when you feel you're not permitted to. Another bad silence is when you don't want to. Although, that's rarely necessary.

Rain Rain, Here to Stay

so many plans

frankly, i had none at all

but now i don't have a choice

but to watch the rain fall

sitting at my window

waiting for it to stop

wondering what the angels are feeling

as they cry their millions of teardrops

the sky is dark
my feelings are gray
everything  quickly turns to night
as i long for the return of day

as rainfall continues
and nightfall begins
experience the rain
and be cleansed of your sins

How Do You Make the Tears Stop

you cry

you keep crying

what will you do now

when your smile's dying

just keep crying

till you go numb

you get so tired

so tired of trying

fake a smile

everything's okay

just in time

to join the truth in exile

let the tears drop

seems like they just won't stop

Beautiful as the Black Keys

A thought that has been running through my head lately when I think of beauty is a piano. When beauty enters my mind I close my eyes. I see a rose atop a piano like in those 'good ol' days' films. A hand that varies from young to old, woman to man, black to white, as if it didn't matter. The hand is playing so many beautiful songs, but the song (notes, rather) that I'm hearing is the hand playing a tune with the high-pitched keys. The fingers are dancing across the keys as if the song could last forever. However, it starts to slow down. I think it needs another hand to give it life. Everything is black and white. Although, the rose is the only thing with color. The rose gives it hope.

There's a Psycho in My Room

She lies there

With her insane thoughts

She has frizzy, brown hair

On her arm, she has a dot (mole, whatever)

She just threw a flower at my eye

Then she bit it and said it didn't taste good

Now she just hit her arm on my drawer, oh my

It's understandable why she's from the hood

My last words I say as I confront my doom

"There's a psycho in my room"

INSPIRED BY: MY PSYCHOTIC FRIEND GOOBER

You're Gonna be Dead

Roses are blue

Violets are Red

Once I'm Done Beating You

You're Gonna be Dead

CREDIT GOES TO: MY CRAZY FRIEND GOOBER

I'm Gonna Beat the Crap Out of You

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I'm gonna go to your house

And beat the living crap out of you!!!!!!!!

CREDIT GOES TO: MY FRIEND GOOBER