"Simple Yet Complex Emotions of the I"

Sometimes I wonder if being an artist is something I call myself to feel like I have meaning.

If being an artist seems like a cop out, a lie like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing telling you what you want to hear, connecting with you emotionally to later destroy your well being without a second thought.

I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a poet, a pariah, the who, what, where of your mind asking why is he able to use his words to manipulate my thoughts and control my passions, my desire to want......

I am an outcast, lost soul the feel alone among my own kind. Left to rot in the bellies of the worms like a fungus to you people I am nothing more than.....an outcast.

A lost soul....My soul is lost not in faith but in the words that are not of this mind, this body, this spirit, but of creation, manifestation, I am in search of liberation from these many levels of hell I have discovered and claimed to be called my thoughts. My thoughts are hell bound.

I am lost in my anger that flows molten rocks of hate to cast down those who stand against me. Blackness that infects my heart like a parasite with time grows and increases raging passion to spill the blood of mindlessness rage and unspoken pain where a strong faith is now extinct. Only hollowness.

I am the dieing voice that calls out frantically for the bleeding to come to an end. No control over the mindless pain spilling blood from rage that only means to find its way to the peaceful Zion’s of the mind. The soul of the once weak-minded man is found now shown the truth of oneself.

The poet whose spoken words elevate possibilities in hope to make amends for the fallen. Eradicate despair to become a divine whole who knows who I is. The Artist.

Beyond Measure

Some things are hard to grasp when it's too late to change the unpredictable points in time.

Some things are too painful to bare by oneself too devastating to ride out.

Some things can bring one within an inch of his or her life by just assuming and accepting one thought of negativity.

Because see sometime one can be calm as the Milky Way and then suddenly rage can consume the human soul as Venus's outside appearance covers and disguises the hell zone storm within it atmosphere.

It's these thoughts that take one's mind through a black hole of negativity in the middle of a universe of positive emotions and when one is consumed by the silence and negative thought the mysterious qeustion is cemented in the mind "Am I Alone".

It's like the eye of a hurricane easy and when pushed to the edge can completely change the lives of everyone around who is caught in the destruction.

This destructive tsunami I just filled you in on runs through these veins like the legendary Nile without a moments rest it's a wonder how I can even maintain a level head.

Because of you I can be who I am and what you have done for me my heart and soul is always at peace.

You are me I am you and you created me to spread news of a higher power that overcomes all negativity.

I understand why you allow this rage to flourish from your throne and the feeling bleed out from my soul and be spoken through a powerful voice you created for others to listen.

Need I say more it is clear who the higher power is?

Only you and there is no other.