The Ultimate High
The ultimate high is filtered with smoke, enlightens the brain and makes you choke. It has no smell that can be described, but taste and touch make you come alive. The ultimate high is hard to describe, it melds your heart and makes you fly, it's a four letter word that has powered us to kill, it my friend is love's will.

Speech
My one manned army is standing strong for you, and my retribution will conquer all hope for seeking another passive time to be held high for many to see, giving an ever lasting power to hold thee in arms reach and cradle the sick or wounded as time flickers on in celebration, decisive action, greed and abundance amounts of loving worm hands which can be used in force to strike down thy enemy, disembowelled emotions crushed till evil falls down and has breathed its last breath, now the remaindering light shall give guidance to all who seek its truth and lets you be free for handing peace to your mind... I AM THE LIGHT WHETHER YOU SEE ME OR NOT!

Peace
A vision was sought out to become a dream, surely then shattered, forsaken as seen, I hope for me, one day, they will see, and if they don't, then all can blame me, Let me suffer so no others can suffer, Let me take the fall, I will not bleed, as long as the suffering is then put on me.

Never More
Do I listen any more? Why shouldn't I, I have before! And when I listen you like to say, all your problems from day to day. And when I give advice you need... What do you do but dismiss it with greed. Should I bother to stand and bleed? My words begin red then fall down dead, you never listen to what I have said. In one ear and out the other. Yet why do I still listen and listen some more.. Because when I speak, I expect you to listen. And so I stand drained free of my blood spreading on the floor. So why? Why do you want me to listen and listen some more? Can't you see my blood on the floor? The words that I speak won't shine never more. I'll just melt away. I will not.... Cannot stay and listen... Never more...

Not Me
As I sit, waiting, pondering, thinking of what is to come, listening to the sound of voices echoing threw my ears wanting! needing direction in life. choices are abundant, but which one? did I, do the right thing? clearing the mind and enjoying tasteful colors which hover above. like weight on my shoulders, begging for it to be lifted and feeling lonely in this world of trouble. Seeking guidance on the little or big things hoping the tunnel will soon open end to end! wishing for blindness to strike my core, to show me that every little thing, is going to be alright. Is this me thinking and seeing my life? I am not my self, I am not the light, I just sit and watch... and wonder... why are they alone? what are they thinking? wishing that wishers wish maybe finally be herd. and at one last glance, they're gone.

Wisdom
As I speak, all ears are on me, words of the wise from the past I despise, speak to me, and shine in my eyes for all to see. But do they see, nor can they hear, for my own speech and vision is yet impaired. Do I speak or see the truth? They say I can't, which makes me spooked, if they cant see what I see, life will sting like a Bumble Bee.

Empowered
When I rise, I will have fun, So let the world know, That I will let go, Inner thoughts, That pillage and plunder, I will Come, Like a bolt of thunder.

10 cent poet
9:55 and I'm feeling really high, not from a drug, but from the sky, the sun was bright and sets before night, orange and pink, starving ink, could of taken a picture, but it would stink! life is great, never let it escape, hold it tight and you will see your fate, closing your eyes will bring surprise, hoping that one day nothing can be despised, calm as clay now a rainy day, still as gorgeous and the sun sets before us... cold.... clear and mellow to the touch... probability just me, only my opinion... nothing much.

Though
It seems like everyday is the same and only little things in life worth waiting for and striving to achieve, they are one's own philosophies which cannot corrupt the image we see and goals we set to create our own balance in life, for if no balance is created, even the mighty shall fall.

Seeing Thoughts
In-depth into your heart they reach, marvelled words of recognisance speech. Shall all be as so hard to reach, where a spoken word can mean the truth, or an execution of grief. Not that it isn't disbelief, nor a fear of speech, but your mind... fucking with you.

One mind, one thought, one problem...
When times are rough, times are tough, seeing many things.. Questions pondering, waiting and asking for light. what is a word, and why does it effect hearts thoughts and moments. Questions of truth you want to be fake with glory... Quiet and calm is my world until those ghastly voices speak... so do I hear those words or is it sight that brings me shame. pricking thorns threw my images kills the behaviour I do not wish to see... Oh to see, I wish I could, hearing will warn you, and then its will scorn you... I wish life could make sense, I wish for many things... peace... and all hate to ride this world... this planet... peace... now that's a word I adore to the max... it sooths me... so why... why does this anger strike my pose and darken life's clarity... why?... yet another question unanswered from sight or herd by emotional body language... I wish the stress could leave... leave me alone... cast me away to my own little world with no thought! not images! no feelings what so ever... castrate my soul to the midst behind immortal compassion , and see where all shall lie.. Silencing my everlasting out spoken mind... oh yes.... peace... now that is life with a frantic twist.