ever moving

I'm prepping to start performing this one, and will have a recording soon.

I'm static--

running on being

manic.

fine for three days,

then the rest of

the week I can't

stand it,

or have it.

But I know it'l

pass.

the mantra, that has

always worked in the

past.

do I lie?

or pull from these 

experiences?

ever moving forward,

pacing,

chasing the differences.

I'm candid--

caught up with colorful

waves.

They differentiate themselves

but I know that we

are all the same.

in a way,

or a more formal

truth.

staring at walls

believing I'm seeing

through

perhaps...

not what they hide,

just the teasing 

perceptions that I hold

in my mind.

I'm frozen--

cold, pierced with

fear.

lost on this road

I'm just trying to

endear

stating facts.

these scary things

in my mind.

moving in and out

of dimensions

just not believing 

time.

It's a lie,

or just the outside

mesh,

holding us together,

honestly...

I'm a mess.

I'm lost--

ever stuck in place

I have the perception

of movement,

it's just lost on

my face.

displaced...

that I feel like

I don't belong.

four days out of

the week,

just reaching for

the bong.

For how long,

Can I keep this up?

flipping back and forth

living on blind luck.

I'm free--

in debt higher

than I can see.

still reaching for

the stars,

not believing they

can hold me.

and I'm soaring,

somewhere deep in

outer space.

a case of wasted 

youth ,

still searching for the 

mirror holding something

great.

I'm moving--

vibrating with glee.

feeling all this movement

that makes this perception

of me.

You see?

why are we here?

just for life's sake

to live without fear

but we dilute it.

try to add meaning.

convolute a system

that is on us

feeding.

I'm standing--

for these things that

I believe.

shouting out these

facts

that I just believe

that I see,

the basics.

I'm trying to 

reach back

back to something that we've

lost somewhere deep in

the past,

but it's there.

maybe in outer space.

flipping back and forth

my war is to lower

my own hate.

I'm calm--

increasing these three

days

still have my bad

ones

I'm not perfect

I'm not sane.

But I'm trying,

with each and

every step.

to enrich those

around me

to my very last

breath.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Very interesting, is this like a rap song or something? I am trying to picture the beat, don't know if I got the right one though XD I like it, especially toward the end, we are not perfect but we can still strive to help and enrich those around us while we can, to help inspire and encourage them. I also like the part saying that "my war is to lower my own hate," I think we all have to battle this, sometimes it is so easy to have hurt feelings and such, we all need to learn how to forgive one another.

Good Job

[christopher fox]

thank you so much, sorry I have not been on here in awhile. I finally got this poem recorded and I do tend towards beat type writing. I'm still searching for my style, but this is a link to the current recording, I know Ill perform this more:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzW7OI-Okhk

thanks again.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

^^ You're very welcome! It's okay that is understandable. ^^ oh that's cool I will listen to it sometime soon, xD its late right now lol hopefully I remember and can find this again xD

^^ Yep, no problem! :)