NG-Buddhist

life's greatest dichotomies lie between perception and reality this much i've learned the hard way this much i know, undoubtedly i want to be me, but in life i feel out of place only when i'm alone does it all subside, only on my own, i guess i'm the test case and so i smoke, smoke, smoke yet i still choke, choke, choke alone in the dark, alone in the rat race call me the dark horse, James Polk until it's timber, and i fall as does the great oak never been able to understand others never been one to express my true feelings; each night i greet the pillow and find myself buried, an avalanche of emotion under which i'm smothered one like me? a

my secret rose she sings the tune that no one knows so close to my heart, and from my being, so far apart i observe from afar and smile to myself at the unattainable. she radiates beauty; she is the moonlight on a hazy night her smile outshines a candlelight vigil, luminescent as a summer's wildfire. i kick around in the shadows, engulfed by the expanses of emptiness hoping to one day feel such warmth if only for a fleeting moment as that which i once held timidly in my hands, like a delicate lotus before slipping through the cracks in my grasp all those moons ago.

You say to me, "I don't care" while your lips drip desire Yet I look into your eyes and they tell me you're a [fucking] liar blowing out more hot air than a hair dryer It's emotion that you fear;turn your face away from the fire. Know that I'm always on call like a telephone wire for those rare instances when it is compassion that you require; until then, i'll keep rolling like a spin dryer but i won't quit, nay: i don't believe in ceasefire.

chest on fire soul conflicted pains of desire. rendered helpless, strung up on lust's pyre push it away it keeps on smoking the flames envelop i keep on choking beckoning me "resist all you please, there is no respite" can't get any higher but hope that i might. all in all, what i've done is a wrong that will never be right the memories stalk me silent killers in the night

Está noche puedo escribir las reyes más triste No se nada de hoy ni mañana Viviendo en la celda del cranéo como un pajarito enjaulado Quiero liberación De este vida de confusión Con todo mi corazon Por favor, dame comprensión yo espero para el mejor pero como ellos dicen: reza en un mano y caga en la otra

Staring in your eyes It's like a fun-house mirror and I am the clown

Could go either way Without me, you will flourish Or you might flounder

The truest freedom Born from within: just let go and embrace the void

Drinking down bitters So that my mouth and stomach Match my demeanor

Do me a favor Put on your Sunday best, then Stroll right off a cliff.