A Lot of Pain
I have a lot of pain in side the tears keep falling from my eyes. It’s building like a fire waiting to erupt don’t want to be corrupt or corrupted enough enough I say get out of my head Thoughts of destruction and pain all for what life’s game done with this I just wish for a little simple bliss. Mind won’t stop tick toc tick toc why do we follow a clock? So much time but we all must stay in line. Wow for what corruption is in these laws they are a sin. We keep fighting within our minds fucked up cursing all the time. We all won’t walk that line. But you know it will all be just fine. Reception deception left around all fenced in block by the brigade waiting to shoot when the man says. Enough enough let go your not so tuff. I like it rough, I like it slow,
I like it soft like the feeling of snow. Don’t put that blow up your nose take a minuet and chill out.
Stop fusing because there’s nothing to cry about. It’s all in your head now lay down and go to bed.
Rest your little head for the night in the morning we’ll start a new fight shinning in white light.
Tired and tried to many days to ride live life or die with out living.
I want the poorer things it makes me feel alive greed money it all runs dry but when you know how to survive you can just reside on the earth and let it give birth to the fruits of your day.
Everything will come your way in time when time is needed guided light and soul deeper lets take it all a little steeper leave out all the bleeper’s and just keep trekking up to the top find a way where you can spot a clearing of sight for you to take flight on a new path of truth and love hope and freedom a spirit cleansed one welcoming amends and sacrificing all for a friend. When it comes to the end will they be there or will they not its not my job to patrol like a cop. If it is it will be if its not then say la vi give it all to the birds and the bees because when I die I drift out to see. Looking for something inside will hope rise will light shine cant figure this out at all I try to play ball. But continually fall. Is there any hope for it all?
Don’t give up just keep fighting is it the spirit? the will? The fire? Because I’m a burnt out soul in the nights darkest fire. Cant seem to let it all go cant seem to sow a reaper and a keeper of the light I shine bright. I am hiding behind darkness a lost soul finds another and they travel down the ladder together. Which ways up but they go down blind wake up wake up They say get out of your head. Wake up wake up today it will all be okay. Troubles trials tribulations and success what is all for because now we are just one big giant mess. Stress Stress Stress is it really best? It keeps making all kinds of mess. Lord let me be laid to rest.
An awakening is on the horizon or so I thought Regress not progressing back and forth.
Christina M. Smith
Filmmaker & Photographer