Iggy is my frind who is in jail, well, my boyfriend's friend and my aquaintance... anyways, I just love his writing so much I want to share it.
Title: commentations of the love-stricken
Sometimes god seems so cruel
and life seems like a sick, dirty joke
why am I such a ******** fool
no matter what I say I walways choke
will my broken soul ever be repaired?
for my heart to be broken I'm always prepared
I've said too much, I shouldn't have dared
Now it will kill all the feelings we've shared
I've never felt this way and I'm terribly scared
I hope my fragile feelings are spared
I'm so high-strung awaiting rejection
so ******** ashamed of my imperfection
can I ever provide you with all of your needs
will you mow down the saplings that sprout from the seeds
can I ever be forgiven for my evil deeds?
will you staunch the flow of blood that my heart bleeds?
they say love is great but it hurts like hell
so I'm crawling within my hardened shell
if you dont feel the same as me you should tell
becasue I can't turn away, I'm under your spell.
TRUTH
I'm always imprisoned whether i'm caught or free
how is it illegal for us to simply exist
the truth is obvious if you dont refuse to see
what is wrong with society let's make a list
I can't be myself because they wont let me be
there must be something our 'protectors' have missed
Divine knowledge is locked but I can't find the key
the sun rises to reveal what hides in the mist.
EGO
Is egolessness truly the way
why then would I make a shape out of clay
If I wont feel insignificant I pray
and thank my creator I'm alive today
true without ego we woulodn't want to slay
but would we also never want to play?
without ego my desire to improve things would fray
i would never leave but I'd always stay
all of my skies would forever be gray
would I ever have anything left to say?
Ny'Kole
The endless weather takes it's toll
upon this beaten and bitter troll
bargaining with satan to reclaim my soul
climbing out of a deep dark dirty hole
burrowing in darkness I resemble a mole
shimmying up from hell on a greased pole
sometimes I slip but I focus on my goal, urging, encouraging, at the top is my Ny'Kole.
He's quite the poet, most of the poems are love poems to his girlfriend ny'kole, but the same urge to fight the system is imminent. I love to read his writings. He's also a great artist, but I cant really access any of his pictures... anywho, thats on here, ill be done journalling for today.
ever restless
time is torture
-Patch
