Open letter

I write this open letter,
in hopes of keeping my mind together,
so any eyes that come across,
what is written of my thoughts,
I hope you understand clearly,
that I love you all dearly,
but life is not so peachy,
and I don't know what keeps me,
from closing my eyes never to again open,
maybe I am just hopein',
that the time shall come,
that I don't feel numb,
and the only thing I'm isolated from,
is sorrow's brutal chains,
and whips that leave me in pain,
with depression that controls my brain,
but as fro right now,
I don't know how,
from these thoughts to get freedom,
even though I know I don't need them,
but still my hope exist everyday the sun is in the sky,
therefore I know I can't die,
by my own hands,
even if it feels no one understands,
what I am trying to say,
to them each and every day,
so I wrote this letter,
in hopes you understand me better,
and everything will soon click,
love, your friend, vic

Sovereign love

Take Public Warning,
life is a Jigsaw puzzle,
and sometimes you work 9 to 5,
for crumbs and Pennies,
and life feels Pretty Vacant,
but at the Gatheration
the way you play the Guitar,
in your black hoodie,
erases the feeling of Blah Blah,
and you say I Got the Goods,
so Let's Be Mates,
and Fiddle with the Volume,
of my heart, and sweep away,
any sorrow I had with a broom,
and make me feel ok to be so human,
as we stand together like a Student Union,
and you say wonderful things that are so Random,
as we talk about the past, and how Those Were the Days,
and you joke with me saying I Got You Dancing,
the wonderful Tango, and we have Food Play,
which leads to A Little Bit of Shhh,
and we Bang Bang,
and you look me in the eyes,
and say Love Me or Hate Me,
I will always love you,
like I love My England ♥

18/12/2011

Inside a wonderful dream,
Wishes always gleam,
And people began to sing,
Natural as the spring,
Thoughts that bloom,
Taking you to the moon,
One as it seems,
Dreams that are supreme,
Incredible as the ocean in the pacific
Everything feels beautiful and terrific

lack of sleep

Dear GOD, I know I a here for confession
but I have so many questions,
that are runnin' through my head,
is their really life after were dead;
when does life even begin;
can we kill the soul if to much sin,
why do you allow war;
do the people that don't believe you ignore;
why is my life so bleek,
and why to the people do you no longer speak?

I see you have so many questions vic,
no worries, there is no conflict,
because I can answer anything that comes from a brain,

I must be going insane,
my ears what do you hear?
I lost my head, that's clear,

you are not losing your mind,
now listen closely to the Divine,
I speak to people everyday,
I do it in the conscious way,
that is were we speak,
your life is only bleek,
because you think it's only pain,
and can't see the sun only the rain,
I am hear for all even those not believin',
war that is a tool of the human bein',
and there misuse of free will,
the soul is something sin can't kill,
life begins when the soul is born,
death only exist in physical form.

there are so many things I need to know,
what is the right path to go,
why is earth so messed up,
can't you take away the corrupt,
why do you even allow that which is bad,
my mind is going mad,

the path has already been written,
and are you forgettin',
the earth is not paradise,
I let the corrupt live to seek advice,
and to ask to be forgiven,
besides look at how you're liven,
you are not perfect don't forget,
and everything that exist has an opposite,
if there was no bad, nothing be good,
I hope all that I say you understood,
but now your alarm is going to ring,

wait GOD, I have so many questions to bring,
please let my alarm not go off by mistake,

I love you my child now awake

Hopeless love

fill my head with lies,
write these illusions on my eyes,
hold my hand,
as I get lost in this wasted land,
never let go of my palm,
with your whispers keep my calm,
my heart softly touch,
while you squeeze me in the cobra's clutch,
let your venom seep through my blood,
until I am dead, face down in the mud,
then give me the gift of breath,
and left me up from death,
as you shed your snake skin,
so I can fall for you lies once again,
and this once more can begin,
and I can smile, while you hiss,
waiting for your venomous kiss,
while imagining a love that never did exist.

<>!

fallen like a snow flake;
in a world of mistake;
dreams are my only escape;
from a reality that's no cake;
anxiety keeps me unseen;
but my dreams are bein';
the thing that keeps me intact;
from a world I wish I could subtract;
my existence from;
but when I sleep they come;
and I go to a place only I know;
deep within my soul;
swimming in my unconscious mind;
were to nothing I am blind;
and I never have deaf ears;
and hear everything clear;
and only talk in secret tongue;
and the mind is the sharpest sword swung.

bored well not really bored

you're the most lovely flower of the garden
so please pardon,
me as I write this to you,
hoping I break through,
your heart guarded by stone,
with the words of this poem,
if I was to live alone,
as a king on his throne,
you would be the one I seek,
like ears when a prophet speaks,
if I was a man that never knew sight,
my eyes would dream of your delight,
and if I was a flower,
I dream of you like a rain shower.