Duality

This is a journey, Really to where

into the horizon, sweet can I come

If it’s real to you, What do you mean

then we can meet on the other side, okay lets meet there

This side is tainted, Why is that

what can I say, more than you have

It’s dark over here, Then come this way

I can’t see you, Open your eyes

I can't hear you, You never listen

I won't speak, But you need your voice

I'm afraid, Of what

Myself, Of me

But why, Yes why

Because

We are

One

Am I?

Ich ban Gott
Ich ban Gott
Ich ban Gott
Or am I hallow 
Like the day is long
Empty like the glass full
Short like winter cold
Lost lost lost
Found
Find
Friend
Or am I dreaming
Alone dead
Where is god
Ich ban Gott
Hallow thy name
Hallow thy self
Hallow thy hope
Love die
Sweet repeat
Question all
Answer none

The Plot Line

Tonight like any other night,
I go alone,
Nobody by my side,
They come to visit all round,
Sadly not me.
Freedom or shall I say free doom,
Is the story of the engineer,
Curse to ride forever,
Transporting lovers and killers alike,
Never being happy, never being loved
Only to be there and make sure the story moves along

The Show Goes On

Just remember when you come up

The show goes on

With or with out you

The show goes on

They say they need but

The show goes on

All alone in this place

The show goes on

Drinking oh so long

The show goes on

All night till the morning

The show goes on

Middle finger to the world so cold

The show goes on

Broken hearted

The show goes on

Lost of hope

The show goes on

Alright or not

The show goes on

Ready or not

The show goes on

Broken dreams dreamt so long

The show goes on

…..and the show goes on

…..and the show goes on

…..and the show goes on

Alone

Born alone,

Die alone,

Just me, myself, and

I,

Everyday,

Just me, myself, and

I,

Nobody around,

Nobody to see,

Time to let the soul free,

Die alone,

Reborn alone.

Revolution

One day I plan to be higher than the faith,

The skies, and the heavens themselves,

Just working on the revolution.

Only a ghost could be that amazing,

A figment of your imagination,

Could only work on the revolution.

The Vatican, the faith, the Pope,

All symbols of  hope?

Or a symbol of the system,

Designed to keep you down,

Maybe mainstream,

It doesn’t matter, still working on the revolution.

So don’t runaway from me,

Run towards the unknown,

For the scene you’re, isn’t real,

Are you ready for the revolution?

Are you willing to follow me to the revolution?

Are you ready for the revolution?

Can you lead the revolution…………

Untitled

Isn’t it funny how the people closest to you change,

Find yourself using breakup lines in the mirrors,

It isn’t you it’s me, you keep telling yourself that,

She didn’t change and he didn’t neither,

It’s you.

Now you sitting in your bedroom floor thinking what to do,

Party, you do it every weekend anyway,

Grab a bottle a vodka then call over a few friends,

What’s wrong with a drink or two?

You’re in college right, do it come on don’t pussy out,

You don’t have a scholarship or a relationship,

So what is there to lose?

You’re going to be an artist anyway,

This college shit isn’t for you,

Poetry or music either way you feel the same,

Don’t worry about it,

Nobody likes you anyway finish that 20th shot.

Good good, are you still with me,

If so stand up on the couch,

Nice, I still have him,

Lean out the window buddy you can do it,

Scream let it all out, you feel better?

No, didn’t think so,

Here hit this, a few puffs won’t hurt,

Cool you’re going back to your room alone either way,

Might as well enjoy the company right,

Come on, go kiss that girl,

You don’t know her,

What harm could it do?

Genius isn’t that what you call it,

Well I’m depression, but I like genius better,

Aren’t you happy you write this well,

But it’s only when your sad,

I love the way you lie,

Especially to yourself.

Hey you how you feeling right now,

6:33am can’t sleep right,

Yeah yeah, same story different night,

Two shots knock you out nicely,

But you’re sorry, I meant to refill you.

How many people do you see tonight,

How many are actually there?

Is the help really helping,

Or are you just scared?

Why am I here you ask?

Simple you need me,

You need this,

This is all you have,

This is it,

Without you this is nothing,

Without this you are nothing,

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.

Hey don’t die on me,

Look I have your friends here,

Look, hey guys on three,

1….2….3….

Please be careful,

See wasn’t that helpful?

Stop thinking that they shouldn’t go,

We’re all we need,

Just you and me buddy,

Just fade into the nothing,

The nothing, let the nothing consume you,

That’s right, let go,

I have you, your all mine.

Untitled: Thoughts From a Dead Saturday

Waiting on God,
To come and save us,
Not really,
I'm daydreaming,
Things I know isn't true,
Nor that my mind may fathom,
Step back,
As we backpack,
The magic of Aladdin's lamp,
Releases the tight clamp,
Till I sleep in a place warm,
But damp,
Neither heaven nor hell,
But limbo is where the soul dwells,
Confused like Superman,
Waiting on myself to fail.

Untitled: Thoughts From a Boring Friday

Have you ever been on the edge?
Fucked up beyond your own imagination?
Where life seems like a dream,
And temptation is the answer.
Lost in your thoughts,
In this cancer,
Life a trip,
That I don't want to experience,
But I'm living it,
And I'm feeling it.
Drinking myself into a coma,
Smoking till my death,
Am I ready to go yet?
I don't know,
If I am,
Or if I'm not,
Either way,
Let me go.
Let me fly,
Let me loose,
Just let me go.

Thoughts and a Poem in Philosophy

Depression is back. But I guess this is life going in full circle again. It seems to be the human condition to be at the bottom longer than being on top. And for this to work some people must always suffer because others are always happy. So does this mean that every suicide leaves someone a happier person. Maybe, I don’t know but if so, (this is going to sound messed up) maybe one day I’ll be the benefactor of that joy. Pen to paper seems to be the only release which sucks because were in a typing age. So finger to keys then.

I know that I’m only talking to myself at this point. Because the person I always wrote to no longer reads this. Sad isn’t it? But I can’t pity or feel bad for myself, it’s against my nature. Another sad mute point at this stage in the game, is that I’m actually in need of someone to talk to. I guess I tired so hard to keep her around because I know of the pain of being alone. The fear of not having someone to turn to.

It must be nice. Having someone to talk to, that you could see once in a while. Or even having that person to begin with. It must be nice to experience life inside a circle of protection. Knowing if you expel someone that they are gone because the others will do the same. It must be nice, not being the outcast of a group. That you know people will always be there. Knowing that the ones who say they care won’t leave you. It must be nice.

I think that was just a bad level of my psychosis. But is it bad? Do we not all have a level of crazy? Is it crazy that I write to myself now, and post it on the internet? I don’t know and because no one will answer I will never know. Isn’t that grand?

For the imaginary reader out there, are you following me? When I die and people go to write about me, will you show them this? Will you tell them my story? When the social network destroys someone else will we learn? No because the social network is the only way some people can communicate. Something destroyed my conversation skills, I believe it to be text messaging and Facebook. It eliminated face time so you can’t even be sure that I (Maurice L. Brown II) is even the author of this blog. Is this a sensible post or a rant?

Would you rather read another poem by me? If you did exist your opinion would matter. Then again you couldn’t stop me from posting it. You would just have to stop reading now won’t you.

 

Lost Soul

Life

What is it?

What’s the point?

Born alone,

Die alone,

Then return to Earth.

What is there for those who don’t take?

Why should those who follow this return?

The lonely soul does not need rest,

That soul needs light,

Warmth and compassion,

If not only for a night,

Then return to a cold bitter day,

Cold sad alone bitter day,

Let this soul not rest in night,

But float until thy soul,

Meets another,

To make a happy soul,

Prepared to give,

So that one can receive.