Different Drums

Sometimes I just want to cease to exist...
how ironic is it..to try to find peace through a fist?.....
scholars try to complicate life's  true significance...
through meaningless theories and insubstantial evidence...
but we all know it's evident..
.that mankind is fueled by it's own decadence.....
we look to the stars to tell us the future but how much of life's secrets are right under our nose??.....
you can see it in the kitty's eyes when she's just looking for affection, I suppose
there's  so many signs pointing us in the right direction but we unconsciously  blind ourselves and curse life's every twist...........
would  do anything to awaken that childlike faith again..... always dreamed there was so much more than this.
my one wish????
would be to be able take my dark side to a room and just beat it to a pulp never to breathe again......
broken jaw is opening but not saying anything.... When you become a shadow it's hard to make friends believe again.
so knee deep in sin..
.practically  numb to it by now.
dumb fluids is how......

dances to a different drum beat......
wanders a secluded path........
 tried to erase the haunting memories but just knew the delusions wouldn't last.
Ever since a seed nothing could diminish the loneliness entrenched  in this heart...........
can't go out like this....( the ghost whispers)... I've yet to even play my part....
can one truly be reborn?............. can God ever look away from the sea of my iniquities and grant me a peasant's fortune??
the riches that we yearn for are hidden in the heavens but it's hells reaping that I'm scorched in.
what will become of our souls??.....does anyone ever wonder??
is the Lord's fury seen in lightning??...... his wrath heard in the wonder of that thunder.??

traveled a million galaxies.....
futile attempts to  hypnotize that doomed feeling into happiness, no longer  comforted by the subtle beauties of this world we call our abode.
 there goes that ghost chanting to the pounding of my heart,  can it  guide me through this lonely road??..........
finding myself lost in the rhythm beating away the weight of this unbearable load......
it's as if karmas in debt and it's come to collect what is owed......
let your lips utter blessings.........
to which your actions fulfill  the angel's ode.......
hand your last piece of bread to that hungry man..... the smile in his heart is priceless.....
next time that wicked lady curses your well being counter her relentlessness with some niceness........
if you stumble upon a lonely soul who's wrinkles have no where else to go.......
don't just wish them a good day but go out of your way to make it so......
 Words of a coward can  destroy a girl's  soul  because to them she's not as appealing to the eyes....
one day one way or another we all lose that so called "beauty" faith in vanity is another one of the devils lies.
the purest beauty is found when one can hold out a hand to one who has nothing to offer in return.
why do these songs in my head offer so many lessons when nothing is ever learned??.........
been sleep walking through wicked trails for too long, please God wash it all away
allow me to live a dream so pure that in this world, I just might want to stay