In need of response

Trust the unseen
I do it all the time
I believe in aliens
often cross my mind
Trust is important
I have none with you
Voice in the darkness
Only built on clue
Sad for friends
without hope
I don't need them
Art is dope
Inspired by
alternate dimension
don't need intervention
love written in blue up high
safest place where I can fly
glide among the birds and geese
Your song i don't want to cease
alright
why are you scared
Words perfume
I will wear
A relief
A challenge
helps me grow
time to think
I'll listen so
heaven or hell I lose my mind
I won't cry, not this time
Sweetest thing
that it can be
that which last eternity
Self fulfillment I do seek
Self respect I turn meek
past of abuse oh so sad
I put myself here, I'm mad
Built for journey
troubled past
Love me kiss me
it won't last
My friend tries to stop me
does not prune the trees
does not understand
Insanity brings me glee
Words hide
No flowing
Only going
Down a tunnel do I dare
I know not what to wear
Kiss me kiss me
Reach the sky
Hug me hug me
I will try

How Did I Get Here

How is it that I lose control
My mind plays tricks
In need of patrol
Truth revealed a rotten shame
Another torturous ugly game

I thought I knew myself so real
I thought I was clear it was the deal
Alive and happy dancing in the sun
Really excited and having fun
I thought I knew someone who was close
But instead just the mask of another ghost

I confessed my pleasure
My admiration sincere
And my closest friend
Whispered in my ear

I am worried for you
You have lost your mind
This does not exist
Why you are blind
If it does then demand adequate attention
I know it won't come so I have apprehension

Express myself with rhythm not rhyme
At least if I could I could travel and shine
I sit in the darkness alone, obsessed
The worst type of loneliness, Im stressed

I'll go see a doctor
Follow the advise
I'm ashamed
I'm embarrassed
This is my vice

Truth Revealed

Games for you is it true
Reveal yourself no longer blue

You haunt me with your every word
You taunt me, it is absurd

Playing, you pretend to be true
Reveal yourself and not with clue

I'm here to know you and be your friend
I'd like to see how the story will end

Dancing, singing full of life
Don't worry I don't want to be your wife

Words prove your interest in me
But without proof, I must flee

The sky is blue, I understand the snow
Call or message me or let me go

My numbers on the stalkers map
Drama filled without a gap

Otherwise, I put away
maybe to visit another day

I can't take the endless sorrow
Not another day I can borrow

The Ugly Side of Me

Where are my words
where have they gone
I'm sad without them
I'll wait until dawn

A story of Sarah
A story of Tom
She's stronger than me
I know his song

Why do I care
nothing real with you
You heard me while
I was down and blue

Blues don't last
Drown them with beer
Blues go fast
I won't shed a tear

Strong as an ox
Feelings don't matter
Listen to the monks
Your heart will pitter patter.

Living a dream
Desperate for attention
I'm a selfish bitch
Air is only tension

Everyone Is Looking 1.17.11

I hear you calling me
And now I see it clear
Im lost and Im confused
I hold you close, my dear

Reality escaped
Not easy when confused
A Chess game for lovers
In simple form abused

A wife a gift from God?
The Bible says it's true
A friend who did not distance himself
Now feels sad and blue.

We saw a rainbow on the Mississippi
Snow geese flood the sky
We drank daiquiris in New Orleans
And then we said good-bye.

Don't Follow Your Muse 1.12.11

So if for the moment you're becoming confused
close your eyes to escape, don't follow your muse.
It is easy you see, no need for alarm
And in the end, it will do you no harm.
Smell fragrant cut grass, smell salty deep sea
smell it all for now a new reality.
I think I shall ski or maybe bake pie
simply put, at this time, I deflect the evil eye.
But, the devil he finds me, creeping by night
He awaits in the darkness until the timing is right.
Sweet as sugar, oh if you could hear him sing
His voice evolved, disguised with every new fling.
In top hat he carries a guitar as a cane
He dances and fiddles while playing his game.
The choices, poor subjects, they never prepare
he runs for the mirror to admire his hair.
Pleasing himself making subtle connections
He shatters emotions, there are no exceptions.
He has evolved, but it's still the old man of fire
No trusting his type, I simply call him a liar.
Such fun for the Hare and the mad little Hatter,
a life full of games which really don't matter.
But deep down inside he is always the same,
He is living a life which is lonely and lame.
Such a sad life performing tricks for attention
Sucking life from poor souls he makes his ascension.
He feeds on the weak or those full of passion
Tailoring his style he thinks he is in fashion.
I take pride in the fact that he is distracted by me
But I'm stronger than he thinks, this he will see.
Move on little devil take your pitchfork and go
I have dinner to make, I am tired of your show.
So, if for a moment you become quite confused
close your eyes to escape, forget the old muse.