Bridge over troubled waters

The trap is alive and I'm unapproved...

the standards of my being left me wide eye without seeing, cold with no breathing. ..

struggling to be alright.
I am pensive in sight and try as I might to not fall when others trip me.  

Forget me and equip me with a hatred that knows no bounds. 

Something I can't get around cuz the sound of this sound does not resound in positive vibes.
I hate to take it there but I ain't never scared and I'm tired of you dancing on my dreams. 

It seems that you told me I wouldn't be shit...get a good grip on a life to be proud of...

I carried that torch...dreams were abort because you made me question my own potential.
It became essential that I recognized the disease that breeds and comes out like seize... 

in order to bring me up from my knees asking a father for forgiveness....

while one is essential the other is detrimental....father where art thou? 

The gods must be crazy...they allowed Me to suffer and watch pain gravitate my mother in a way I can never change. 
The beating of a soul comes not only from fist but from words and I am tired of your native drum. 

If I ruled the world you would not be in it....words marred in wrong but won't recind it because my pain is not abstract....
I can't move past that blow to the back of my head at eight...when concrete was what I ate because you were too drunk to remember....

my pain lies in the lines of despise sprewed from your mouth....

I am the truth that you failed to value...trying to estinguish the fight in my life...in order to feel better about yourself....

yes you gave me life but i live in strife knowing the heart that made it happen is cold and has poisoned many of souls with your actions....my words gain traction and yet....I cant say I hate you...

........

 

Unfocused stares
A moment ago I was just 
Here, where, there and now I'm not
I see my hell and raise you a heaven
It's my own setting
Nothing to regret in, just try to revel in the good ones
 
In his image I don't question 
but wonder for what he is testing...or preparing me for
I go through these doors of revolving sore
doomed to play on repeat
 
Sickle Positive
So that I could live,humble and forgiving?
Cuz though I still be sinning\
I fought my way up from humble beginnings
The life I led had no winning...
Only danger and defeat
and that is the knowledge that will never be lost on me
it was forced on me 
but my future is my creation

Tilt

Straight up tilting
Acknowledging the unacknowledged
Spinning the squares, circling the block

It did a bid here
Telling me I was all out of time
Rebelling in silence as a life led full
Punishing itself to avoid further destruction

Powerless

Broken

It spoke......
whispering a subtle discomfort
before the deafening roar of a chainsaw

A blossoming false beauty fated to kill my bill
Steal my will
and leave me inexplicably introverted
The battle may be lost but the war is far from over

Still glance  over my shoulders for shadows behind and within
I can't begin to make you understand
The pains and circumstance, left by fanthom hands
breaking me down at a slow...........pace
I'm in this race
creating space to embrace the lives that can be saved
leading to paves of the way......

Paving the way
no matter what obstacles stand
I create within me my own land
and it is currently not for sale.......