Music is a gateway to the soul, it can end pain, recover lost memories, create peace and even corrupt normative minds. 

6am poem

Up in the sky or down in a hole

I get to high and I see it all

Losing this grip called myself

Killing time in a personal hell

I love you too much to leave

I hate you too much to stay

Im sorry for the way it must be

Haunt me or forever go away

Love me forever or call me liar

Rebuild the ashes to start this fire

I will sing and I will play, I no longer care what people think of both. I am single or I am taken but either do not slow me down. I can forgive but not forget, I will accept anyone back into my life with open arms but also remember why they left. I seek wisdom even in the face of ignorance, because in the end it's the only thing they cant take from you. I am a writer and a poet, I will constantly seek the beauty of this world and present it to others. I will listen before I speak, you simply learn more that way. Listen to the fool if the fool speaks wisely, some of the greatest minds were once called fools. I will never hold a grudge but gain a basic understanding, because anger is very unproductive. Good days or bad days, I've learned from them all, thus I approach them as teachers and not prosecutors. I am alive and I am well, therefore I will be free and not chained to this world. 

Now I was born a righteous man

With many trades and quotes

I was born to be alive

But now I've lost my hope

Because reality came and took my life 

And based it on a book

Hearing lies and false prophets 

Never getting a second look

Now I was born a foolish man

Thinking I could feel alive

Losing all my common sense 

I set such things aside

Hoping the sun will shine on me

It only brought me rain

Seeing how they look at me

Come to find I'm still the same

I'm not some mindless drone who stares at his phone wondering where the fuck his life's gone. I'm a beast of a man who's doing the best he can to finally make it in this land. They tell me to just smile and act like it's cool but I'm playing a game of dirty pool. My moms a liar, she's hardly biological and that's the nicest thing I can say to make it seem philosophical. My dads has his flaws but he can be great, working his ass off to make sure his Christmas gifts won't be late. where's your job mom? Oh wait I forgot, your back hurts, your hand hurts, your belly hurts, you side hurts, your thigh hurts, man You make my head hurt. You say your anxiety makes you stay in bed, well guess what? I got it to, and I'm destroying the world while the door i left for you is slowly starting to shut. Oh wait your crying claiming that all your life without me you felt to weak?You sound like a broken record repeating the same apology you said last week. Tell me why all my life did you lie about dad, making it seem like he's the reason we lost everything we ever had. When really he could of pulled us out of the ditch or worked his ass off to save me from a wretched ass bitch. You think your craziness is something special, well Compared to you I am the devil. You were never insane just fucking stupid, trade the jacket for a jell cell its what your best suited. Deny what you will but I was a witness, and I'm not afraid to come off vicious. 

Broken Compass

Every step I took it was all in the name of you, you had me stuck to your book, man Im still glued. I'm busy looking to sky wondering why the hell you gave me the worst luck alive. They say I used to be a poetry emulator but now my rhymes sound like some third grader. I'm losing my touch on the world, to think this all began with some poor girl. Now I'm sitting in the same place wondering why I'm still here, I guess I've already faced all my fears. Death seems like a pace away but I see my friends and try to stay just one more day. Thinking maybe this time it'll all be worth it, but then one after another I fall and say forget it. People get lucky and the ones they miss come back, while I'm still being called a monster for having a panic attack. I'm not one to sit around and feel sorry for myself, I'm not my mom. It just gets on my nerves when I say nothing's wrong. When in all honesty this world is closing in on me, expecting me to do something that's not even me. I gave up drugs to have a reason to wake up in the morning, but now I'm way to quiet, distant and down right boring. People are so in need to get to know me, little do they know that it's not even close to who I want to be. I feel like I've wasted my life on music and rhythm, but I love it so much from a radio hit to a gospel hymn. I don't mean to get jealous, God, but I wish I was better, my mind is so mixed up I can't put it together. My music is every genre under the sun, but every time I write I say I'm doing it for fun. Which is a down right lie, I do it for personal therapy instead laying down to cry. I know I'm just a broken compass who lost my way with you, I just wish I had the balls a year ago to tell you the truth. And I'm sorry. Even with a broken compass the arrow still points directly to you. I just tell myself it's not right and walk away from all that you do.