

MotiveCalled faith,i believe in a higher power.And believe in a spiritual world beyond this.Just a place.Many people do not believe,and its their own rightful choice.If you believe in god and you really have faith.keep your faith to yourself and don't bring it on people who don't have the same views as you.Believing in god and having faith to me is supposed to be a personal connection,a personal sanctuary for refuge.Between you and the one you believe in or have faith in.But when you scorn someone because they don't believe.Your faith and beliefs mean nothing to yourself.Your faith is nothing but hatred.Keep it to yourself,but again show your faithMotive


Chapter 1You were a saint to my eyes A life that I felt An energy that will never be used But only used in my vision I havent finished my story 17 years is only the few pages Laid down into the blue prints Were rich at heart But poor at mind These sky scrappers Scrape the sky of its beauty And the life of our wallets Wine turns into water And wealth turns into hope Theres a new chapter That will never end Under this presenceChapter 1


Other WorldI was indulging in my thoughts I never knew what life meant Until I saw the sun rising I never knew there was poverty Until I turned on my TV last night I thought it was all a dream Youre dying on my TV And youre dying across this sea Its like a needle But it actually pierces more More then the surface of my skin Wheres the purity of my outcome My faith is my legs And my beliefs are my vision Please guide me to where you are I want to save youOther World
From your despair From your last breath


Search For The Rose of ThornI was searching for a home I was searching for your face But I never found you I kept the image of you In the bottom of this dresser drawer Are you in the clouds or ground? Please give us an answerSearch For The Rose of Thorn
This over fished deprived world Needs cleansing of the greed Of the hatred and unforgiveness Were going back to the beginning This cycle breaks under our feet Were sinking into the 2nd freeze The greed is burning And the smell
Is tearing us apart Will we ever be secure? Will we ever live? For whats ours And our ambitions


21st Century 21st century. Well, we say all things primitive died out years ago. We say it until we believe it, we scream it with our eyes closed, afraid to peek lest we find it's just another convenient lie. Oh yes, we live and breathe politics; We buy the latest TV's, play stations and PC's until we reach the point where our kids forget how to dream, and we claim that this is civilization. Survival of the fittest. It's an animals instinct, so what does that make us? These magazines and headlines, the lyrics spinning through our dark minds all say the same thing: You aren't good enough. Buy this, buy that, plus everything besides so as to pro21st Century
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You haven't written much but your poems are beautiful. Write more
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