Remembered

Waking up from a dream that turns to a nightmare
Thats not fair, for you to take me there
I miss those memories
Do you remember me?

Faded

All that glitters isn’t glam

All that shines isn’t living

All that you touch you don’t feel

People

Are merely reflections of light.

Gone

It is a hard concept to grasp. When they are here. But never near.....

The Battle Within

I look in the mirror and I see two people fighting, I see an ongoing battle with the winner being nobody at the end of the day. - Andrew Lewis


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The "High Life"

She trying to find the meaning of life with this guy Miller

Getting high at night and in her abdomen he fills her

Miller high life is the only time she is high on life

And this night life is so mundane it causes strife

Fights break out with emotions drowning in her sorrows

Opens another bottle praying to see new tomorrow

She looks like a model and isn’t modest

Truth to told her reality is based on lies

Honest friends pushed a sided

Life

Life.. by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground

What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
and disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't looking

What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
swearing that they was always down

What is life?
I'm tired of life

Settle Down

The constant commotion of life has me stressed. Life has become routine. Yet, everyday is a new adventure. My emotions go in and out with the tides. So, bipolar behavior is the best way to describe it.

Money is an issue. Expectations weight me down. There is a light at the end of the tunnel but the tunnel appears to never end. Never has my smile been more thin despite more money in my grasp than ever before.

My return was heralded. For a short period. Clashing of egos echoed battle cries during this time.
Casualties were heavy. Losses were severe. And a confusion of whom reflected in my iris and who was reflected in mirror troubles me. I feel I am marching through a town of lost souls hoping mine I can hold.

Hoodie up to keep my thoughts in. Or to shield my face from on seeing eyes. I am the topic of much conversation as if I am a folklore. Reasons why? I am puzzled myself. All this talk about me but never to me.

Here is where the fingers start getting pointed. I could have been around. But I no longer feel welcomed in my domain. Friends are not the same. The truth is merely a concept. And sin is only thing thats brings them happiness.

At least I have my mind as mine. No longer altered by Dee pressing me to act in a foreign matter.

Accomplishments have been made. But... I am my biggest critic. Never satisfied, thirsty for more. Like drinking from a fresh spring in a dessert. Wondering is it real or an illusion, and if there is a difference between the two.

My gears are starting to spin, my body is starting to accept punishment, and things seem to be falling in place rather than continuing to free fall.

Static is evident but change is inevitable.

I would like to exchange my change to Mr.Obama for Hope. But ironically I already have Hope.

Buddha keeps encouraging me "Desire less".

I desire more.

STOP

Make it stop

Like red street lights, dead beat nights, and landed flights