Alleyway

I come out from under the alleyway
with nothing but myself and my mind
such a shame that the rest of the world
was blind to the darkness I hid behind

I breathe my soul through my smoke
like a cold winter breeze
becoming the raw and unemotional words
I once spoke with so much ease

I pull spirits from the fire
the only light I see, inspires,
and when I'm done
I run for all my desires;

I try to catch something that can't be caught
or taught to the masses of people.
I carry a pointed knife that teaches
the savage word of God's only steeple

Still the outsiders dont see
real revolutionaries aren't made for free:
We're all people who have been maligned
and cursed like dead body debris,
trying to survive the alleyway
and to save the future
of outcasts like me.

Sympathy

I wish I could love myself
like you've always loved me.
I wish I could see
whatever it is that you see.

I wish I could live free
like an ocean,
or a sea,
or a branch or a bird
sitting upon a tree.

I wish for world peace
yet there is massive war;
I live in a brute society
hoping the hungry will feed the poor.
Still it never ever ends,
and the bodies keep hitting the floor.

I wish I could resurrect all the souls
and fill in every single dark and deep hole,
We prey on figures gone astray
yet we ourselves are misled on the way.

I wish I could show my friends my heart
so at least they'd know that heaven starts
right after they've departed
and past a supposedly good life
far, far away.

Beauty

I told her she was beautiful
and when she asked me Why?
I left her in silence
Because the answer was hers to find

She told me I was wrong
Yet all along we were together
I could see it in her eyes:
She had the beauty
Deeply hidden in disguise