Addiction

As my lungs filled up with smoke.
It's Black and white. What have I done?
The sharp pain enters my side.
Fells like glass in my spleen.
My eyes scrunch down.
My hands grip my stomach.
I breathe in dry matter.
My brain is telling me to stop.
But I am now dependant.
There is something I want.
I feel the burning in my face.
I wish I never started.
I have disappointed you.
But I can't return to my past goals.
The ropes have tied me down.

The Prospects of a Leader

Simple ideas
Bring me to my knees.
Influence my eternity.
Make me want to know more.
But unknowingly ignorant.
Circumvented details.
Till realization.
It brings me to my knees.

A simple idea
A leaf on a tree.
The fading sadness.
The uplifting prospects.
Between anger and peace.
Between sour and sweet.

Because I realized this
my entire life changed.
Philosophy is everything.
Like a spectrum in our skull.
It is our thoughts that define us.
So why can't they set me free?
I hide inside a beggers cell.
All it takes is a frame of mind.
To bring me to my knees.
And set them all free.
But not me.

Reflection (19 characters per line restriction)

I'm trying to feel.
But my heart aches.
Yesterdays mistake.
Brings misfortunes.

The shallow waters.
Will reflect light.
Representing image.
Every worker falls.

As my time escapes.
Eyck's glass blurs.
But life continues.
And pupils deceive.

But it is the same.
My emotion creates.
The mistake within.
Till my mind fails.

Positive Energy

Tonight will be for me.
The music will be mellow.
A fire will flicker in the background.
There will be dim lit vision.

I'll open a bottle of wine.
My legs will rise like a lazy boy.
I take a deep breath in.
My shoulders relax.

I'll read from cover to cover.
Then watch a short film about love.
Expose myself to joyous events.
The mood is set to begin.

I now begin to think about life.
Everything is different like this.
Positive energy flows through me.
My greatest want is to keep this feeling.

But I wake up in the afternoon.
My back is sore from the couch.
I feel like there is a pile-driver in my head.
Cold has encumbered the room.

I have completely forgotten yesterday.
So I'm back to my grumpy self.
Watching happy people live their lives.
When secretly they want to be like me.

The Spirit of Jazz

Jazz is the crying baby inside us.

Like a pure disgusting monster.

Your moments are passing by your eyes

But you will remember why you are alive.

Everyone around you will become one.

You become connected to the world.

Through your music is the key.

To wash the sorrows with creative purity.

Jazz is your urgent need to express your hurt.

It makes your soul ache in pain.

Your spirit withers away like an old man.

But when you play those notes.

You remember why you are alive.

Nice Guy

The aftertaste of a luscious meal.

Bittersweet on his tongue.

Delicate sensations easily broken.

My eyes close as if to flinch.

The tiger hunts its prey.

His stomach growls hunger pains.

Like a beggar with a fortune.

Lingering on the street.

On the prowl for something new.

Slinking with soft footsteps.

He wakes up in his bed.

Feeling the warmth of his lovers kiss.

Weightless he soars into the sky.

His rose flies directly over

Straight to her heart.

His mind wanders into art.

Music orgasmic to the ears.

But it is not enough.

She wants more.

And he cannot be around.

He did everything for her.

Finally he was able to be pure.

But now you don't return my feelings?

Perhaps the thing you want isn't me.

Maybe it was my yesterday.

The nice guy always finishes last.

Innocence

Innocence is something of the past.
And love is all that remains.
Some say it is the spice of life.
Only because it's all they have left.

So why can't we live for ourselves?
Not in greed, but in happiness.
Without sin or pressures.
Because our minds wear thin?

To meet a truly happy man.
Will he bring happiness?
Or anger at his fortune.
The truth is he is poor.

He never won the lottery.
He never got married.
He never did well at school.
He always got picked on.

But he remains happy.
This man doesn't rely on the external.
He knows the true meaning of independence.
His mind will never wear thin.

A Stop Sign in my Mouth.

Looking out into the sun.
Yesterdays night is done.
The crimson borders glimmer
Then morning calls my name.

Our shadows are holding hands.
It's a moments silence.
This can't slip in the sands.
Or my heart has deceived me.

You want to get out of your shell.
I want to tell everyone your melody.
But the words just don't come out.
There is now a stop sign in my mouth.

We embrace for the last time.
It's not the same as yesterdays.
The glint in your eyes are gone.
Intoxication isn't fit for love.

Conflict in the mind

Simmering away in the pot.
Community flourishes like bacteria.
Propaganda rules like the nucleus.
The unholy philosophy, evolution.

Truth seen is truth heard.
But bias drives the heads of many.
Take your own experience and know.
Make your own conclusions and think.

Textbook theories.
Some say throw them aside.
Science will tell you to find proof.
The unspoken rule in today's generation.

The world is like an oyster.
Where prejudice rules.
People are too afraid to offend.
Instead of taking their own steps forward.

Science is slowly dying.
As it disagrees with today's minds.
The theological mind.
The atheist mind.

Behold the heretic, the mutant.
Forgive them for they know not.
But everyone tries to justify.
Until you find the answer.

This is why they are no longer searching.
I would be glad if one book had the answer.
If it were the truth it would make life easy.
But alas, the quest for knowledge continues.