Yes I Will Cry

When life becomes confusing, I’m not sure what keeps me going.
There must be an experience I’ve yet to live through.
Find myself gaining only to lose it all once more.
Back on the streets, left to dream inside my empty soul that screams.
Surprisingly surrounded by good friends, then suddenly alone again,
Like a moth that flies into a burning flame, I find only myself to blame.

Still for some strange, unexplained reason we continue to weather the passing seasons.
Beaten into no submission, no surrender, unknown condition.

As I sit by the sea, I think what there is that’s left;
If I knew, I wouldn’t continue, so I feel it’s time to guess.
All that I can figure is for me, the end comes quicker
Wanting no longer to be, hoping the end may set me free.

For I do not view death as my master of disaster.
I do not see heaven or hell, or believe in foreverafter.
My soul refuses to stay in one place for so long.
I feel that is truly why, in the end, few tears I’ll cry.

Now a beautiful butterfly passes by only to remind me
That I cannot fly, and she cannot set me free.
The pelicans and seagulls screech and pass me by.

Yes I will live another day, and yes I will cry.

Most people wonder, why does he feel so down?  Why does he hide?
With all he has to live for, still he finds no reason or rhyme.
So now I live for nothing, I’m just buying for a moment.
This life that feels like hell, not one understands how I feel.

Again the ocean and stars above make me believe in the spirit love.
Although I try to hide, I find once more, yes I will cry.

Yes I will cry for brothers and sisters who forever play the game.

Yes I will cry for lost souls like mine, and for the hearts inside the cage.

True, I shall live another day.

And yes I will cry!!!

Through a Pirate’s Eye

I want my life to be flowing and free.
When madness stalks my mind
Like the currents of the neverending sea,
Time to finally steal what’s rightfully mine.

Out of the fog a voice calls my name so strong,
An ancient symbol steals away my thoughts in rhyme.
Who’s got control?
Can never take away what’s already mine.
I own this soul.

I was just a pirate cast aside
Like a ship without a sail,
No treasure left to find.
Loneliness as deep as the water I must cross.
Humanity inside crevices, trapped until it rots.

Morality loses face to what can never be:
Animals rule – we are no Gods – this is what I see.
Afterlife so far away
So why should we live in fear
Of God’s son who came to save
What was never really here.

In this image I was not created – still I shall exist.
Godlike I can never be, sailing through life’s cold mist,
Fear of a name, faceless bastard that was slain.
They say although his face may never show
You must have blind faith
In a book written by men claiming to be saints.

All I feel and believe is in the sail I’ve lost.
For every day my neverending testament I breed,
Life made new through the beauty of water named the sea.
Men that claim I’m immoral, cheat their way into you
To take all the sea’s coral and kill the sky so blue.

But this is what I live for:
Speaking from the heart that’s pure.
Only death’s final kiss will stop me from living this.
Some may claim I’m self-indulgent – they speak the truth.
In another man I cannot believe;
No God I’ll trust, for he’ll deceive.

My ship, the closest thing to my soul, at times lets me down.
Listening to my heart’s desire, running naked through life’s fire,
Burning passion has forsaken me,
But never has the beauty named the sea.

Salt air in my veins, my blood blue like the ocean,
Another lonely setting sun, still I’m not the lonely one.
For I have found my way – I’ll live to sail another day.

Only death’s final kiss will stop me from living this.