The Source

The source of all knowledge
Man does not seek
The source of all love
Man does not seek
The source of all good
Man does not seek

Some of the best minds in the world
Created religion
Creating a god was the mission
One from whom,
They wouldn't have to ask permission

They created religions of ambition
Raising their selves to be gods
Based on their own pride

And took the ignorant followers
Along for the ride

A Prayer For The Wind

Maybe if the rain didn't come
Washing away
And the blood soaked sidewalks
Would of stayed
Maybe if the ink
On the R.I.P. Tees
Didn't fade

Another life

Would not be gone away

Maybe if the story
About the bullet that strayed
Wasn't forgotten
Another mother would not be screaming
In her blood soaked cotton

Heroes

Few fathers
So who is there,
To look up to
When Superman & Batman,
No longer satisfy
And sinful desires gratify
Who is there,
To edify?

They imitate their heroes
So they hate to see them bleed
Their heroes
Represent the good in the world

But what happens,
When they no longer believe

What happens when they learn,
Good don't always win
And that this world
Is poisoned with sin

Wounded Skies Pt. II

Her skies look real murky
Her disguise is no longer working
She despise her inner workings
So I apologize for lurking

But I can see through wounded skies
Because mines were also wounded
By a truly talented temptress

With a beautiful disguise
I was a fool
Who saw myself as wise
I saw her as being you

So foolishly, I gave away my heart
Which you deserved to be your prize

All I could of offered you,
Was some wounded skies
I could of been just like
All the other guys

But I knew to look through your disguise 
When all others failed to try
Only love can heal wounded skies
So I offer mines
And wait for your reply

The Dance Of Ignorance Pt. II

He's lost

Doing the dance of ignorance

With liquor among other things

Being his hinderance

No time for remembrance

Or self analyzing

He's living in the moment

Without realizing

That his next dance isn't promised

The Death Of Monogamy

I want a relationship where

The emotions get to spilling

And broken hearts get to healing

But it seems no one is willing

To share feelings

Monogamy has been murdered

Everyone points fingers at each other

But replacing blame

Never helps

The only ones to blame

Is ourselves

We too quickly give in to desires

Sex became a wonderful drug

Leaving many searching to get higher

So they started claiming they was in love

Which was easy to do

For they never knew what it was

So of love they never knew of

They began to play the game with no glove

And children were born without

Full parental love

So their view of love will be distorted

Corrupt Children

I'm weary

Yet my eyes see clearly

The words I spit are life

So maybe you don't hear me

Sin has made you deaf

Living in the flesh

Only gets you death

Living in the spirit

Gets you blessed

It doesnt really matter

What got you stressed

For God never loves you less

Hidden Treasure

Inspired by mistakes...

Her story is written...

Her treasure is hidden...

Her fruit is forbidden...

He thinks if he plant his seed...

He can have as much of her fruit,

As he please...

He just want to roam her seas...

Without bothering to search for her treasure...

The Perfect Woman

First and foremost

What is perfection???

The ability to smile

Regardless of all prior neglection

The ability to still show affection

The ability to answer my deepest questions

Even if it's just with a deeper question

And If I so choose to give up my heart

The ability to offer it protection

Even though it may be broken in pieces

The value of it never decreases

And under your hold,

It's value should only find increases