I, The Hypocrite

The eyes stare,
Yet, they refuse see,
The heart griefs,
Yet, a smile is potrayed,
who am i?
I am he,
The hypocrite.
And I,
sad as it may seem,
find my way,
in the lives of many,
for many can't live in the bitter truth.
I am not good,
But I am needed,
to go through hardship,
To surpass vivid obsticles,
I, will sure survive,
In the hearts of men,
As long as men relies,
On little white lies.

A silent cry

deafening the spirit,
gripping the soul,
Haunting the nights as it lurks.

You try to escape,
yet you are weak,
for you don't believe,
nor have you faith.

Death comes by,
as the silent Cry sweeps along,
Cruel as it may seem,
it is the way,
to claim rebirth.

Now, the cry is forgotten,
yet, it still lurks beyond the knowledge,
of those who still sleep.

Remember, some things you can't avoid,
nor can you escape from,
just hold on,
and stand again...

Save Me My Children!!

Her lungs are shrinking every day,
Her skin is depleting too much to say,
Her Blood is dirty and her veins are shallow,
But her heart still beats way down below,

She Tries to show how much she hurts,
But no one seems to have the hearts,
For she fears that one day she'll die,
And with her we shall all bid goodbye,

For as you know mother knows best,
And that is why she tries her best,
To keep her self and all in her,
In perfect balance so we'll be better

So spare some time and lend a hand,
For it is time to save the land,
Because when she cries we have to listen,
As she say, "Save me my children,
Save me my Children."

Ponders of a day

Why everything must be as tragic,
Why can't it all be just magic?
It can't all be a trick,
Else you'd be pretty slick.

We all need more of that smile,
To go through that extra mile,
Life's just for a little while,
Don't let it be too vile...

When people start fighting,
The angels start crying,
Are we even trying?
To stop people from dying?

Please answer me this,
Don't just give me a hiss,
It'd be better with a kiss,
But the point will be a miss.

Like that, this can go on,
For as long as men roam on,
And choose to live with a scorn,
Pain, misery, and such will be born...