Princess

Princess was a working woman. She worked as hard as you or I. Though she never really had a job. She lived off the susceptible men. Surely the world has enough of them.

With a flick of her hair she was set. She's paid for by a kind philanthropist. Always willing to give to a good cause. Princess knows looking the part is a must. Men will give anything for their blind lust.

Sweet and innocent Princess works hard. She plays the fools of this world for money. To live another day is her only priority. All those broken hearts caught up to her. Princess was found one day, in a river.

Good Nite

Good bye . I'll see you soon. I wish I could see you before I sleep. If I should not wake I want to see you before I go. I do not want to be alone. Sweet dreams . These words are not hollow. I want you to dream of better things. Knowing this sets me at ease. Perhaps tonight I can sleep. Love you . I hope for a good night tonight. Where you think of me, here. Perhaps the morning will come fast and I will wake. To again see your face and hear your voice. More beautiful than any dream. Good nite .

Loss

You think you are above me. Do not leave here today. You cannot leave me here. I have no one, you hurt me. These bonds I make are brittle, friends break away. I am left with nothing because I did not reach out.

You want me to be something I cannot.

Look inside and see friendship takes two minds. The past was so nice, where I was stable. Now I have lost the way, confusion blinds. I am at a loss, what has happened to us.

I know this, fault is not entirely mine.

Tell me I am the only one. What a pretty lie. Do not be surprised when I go silent. It was nice to know you, but we must say good bye. You leave me cold and alone, but I will be warm later.

You will always be miserable.

Struggle to Be

• He walks the darkness a fortress of one.
• In his own world left by all,
• for himself.

• He strives to be good, but his mind is dark.
• He struggles to be the light,
• for himself.

• All is lost but his sense of direction and purpose.
• He must go on to bring pain,
• for himself.

• His mind is filled with memories of what could be.
• He must bring up the past,
• for himself.

• A constant fight for what is favorable to the soul.
• Try to change his ways,
• for himself.

• The struggle, inside displeased with his condition.
• He must go on to live a life,
• for himself.

The drab monotony of habit

The rut is made and cannot be filled You travel the same path each day Never changing the sweet situation The world changed while you cried Now to break the routine is your wish

You still find comfort in the way things were Cannot break the cycle because of the past Burn that bridge and begin again my friend Things have changed and you must begin The pain is not perpetual if you dare to try

The future is obscure but a new way must be tested Habit is a thing that binds you to the beaten path Break things up and try something, or anything at all You must destroy that which was old and good for you Good things of the past are poison for you now, destroy!

Day

Oh what a day, intolerance, racism, prejudice, sin and hate. Just another day in the world run by those who know it all. What do they know, the world is lost and it slips down every day.

Oh what a day, violence, pain, anger, bombings and beatings. The world is going to hell around us, oh what will tomorrow bring? Sitting all day as time goes by, and I don't care about the world.

Oh what a day, adultery, fornication, sex, porn and rape. No standards, anything to bring in the 8 o'clock ratings. What can I do? In our fucking society sex is just a tool.

Oh what a day, drugs, needles, pills, beer and bongs. Using substances to make your life better, all in vain. Drink away your pain, make another's life hell, oh well.

Oh what a day, I wish this ugly world would just go away. What an unbelievable day. Live for yourself society likes to say. But I believe maybe tomorrow will be better than today.

© 2001 Matt Ricker All Rights Reserved

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