Greatness

Does it not sit well in your cranium,
that I am capable of ripping stadiums,
in half with solely the fiercness of my words?
That when I start up it sets all new standards?
Or how about the fact that when talk,
people just sit and balk,
on how this kid is the best around,
that he should be wearing a crown?
Maybe its the idea that I am the best there is?
Let me give you a quiz,
Who can turn water to ash,
or rip the world upside down in a flash.
Me thats who,
you don't even have a clue what I could do

Endless Boundaries

When he looks deep in his soul,
he realizes he is terrified of what's inside.
Scared that he might find his heart is made of coal.
He has seen that his heart has dried,
from the vast oceans of his heart.
It seems like that this is the one place that has a weak part.
It seems like the man of rock and stone,
is merely made up of skin and bones.
It seems like that things cannot only crack,
but attack back.
Somehow feeding on the pain,
and it tries to reign
supreme over the man. Who says whole heartily,
and also quite audibly,
with a ferocious roar,
from straight down in his core.
"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED,
MY ENERGY SOURCE WILL NEVER BE DEPLEATED.
YOU KNOW THAT MY ACTIONS WILL NEVER REPEATED,
I AM TIRED OF BEING MISTREATED!"
So his emotions retreated back to their hole,
something came back to the man, his soul.

Failure is Impossible

Knowing you will be by my side for the rest of the night,
will allow all the nightmares to leave from my sight.
To longer feel the darkness of my mind,
is kind of like the sensation of the loss of time.
Falling into a pit of darkness,
I must confess,
having you by my side as of late,
has made me wonder what fate
has in store for the two
of us. Do you even have a clue,
what you have done to my inside's?
Having someone to whom I can confide,
the inner most depths of my soul,
relieves my heart, which to some seems to be made of coal.
I let it all pour out to you,
I know you feel it too.
Like a soul escaping,
like a new life in the making.
What we have done is something bold,
and never ever told
about in fairy tales.
With you I cannot fail.

Tell Me What's Worse

The thing is you can never realize when I am about to blow,
ready to let go,
of just about everything on the inside of my head,
the things you sit in your bed,
hoping will never come true,
the stuff that will never happen to you.
I will just sit and spray,
and you will have to pray,
that the relentless
words will be a mess,
in your mind and hope to God I am at my peak,
of all that I have had in my head. When I no longer care about if I am weak.
I will speak everything off the top of my head,
the words will hit you like lead
to the chest.
I will just sit and confess,
the words I have withheld for so long.
I no longer have a sense of write and wrong,
but the words in my heart,
the ones that can rip everything we had apart.
All I know the words that I will say,
will set the world off it's way.
I will literally rock the world off its course.
So tell me what's worse,
no longer holding my tongue,
or holding these words unsung.

Finger Tips

Let me my voice be heard,
let them hear my words.
Now, sit, and listen to my voice.
You no longer have a choice.
So sit back and listen,
and look at my eye as they glisten,
with the truth and power of what I say.
It is time you open up your wallet and pay,
for the sins you have done.
The time has come.
It is time for retribution.
I will stir this world with so much commotion,
you will realize why you had begun to hate me.
I have the key,
to open up the secrets from the depth
of the hole you call a heart, where you have kept
those underlying secrets inside.
It is time for me to confide
the words that are on my lips,
but coming off the edge of my finger tips.

Eternity

If I knew I had one thing of yours secure at hand,
it would not be a wedding band.
But simply your eternity,
Just to know that it would be
us forever will keep me alive.
Allowing my heart to beat not dive,
into a plummet of pain.
If thats the way it will go, go back the way you came.
You know my name,
and your learning my story.
In all its glory.
Help me write the next chapter,
You and I can be the crafter
of all that is right in my heart.
We would both do our part,
in creating something great for us.
All we need is some trust,
and maybe some duct tape,
to mend our broken hearts. It is not to late,
to save our forever perishing souls,
from the ashes of heart ache.
Please take what you must.
All I need is some pixie dust,
to help me get through this,
and check it off my bucket list.