The Man With Six Faces

Passion is what his heart tells him to feel

Yet his Rage sends him flying over the hill

Courageous he is, all the way down to his soul

Then his Anger takes over and courage becomes old

He's on the verge of destruction if he isn't released from his Manic state

Then along comes Love to rescue this tortured being from all that he hates

Poetic Reign

I have seen the pieces of shattered mirror beneath my feet

Along with a crushed heart as hard as concrete

I laugh at that mirror and the man that stood before it

Engulfed with so much hate, he could do everything but ignore it

Yet he tossed a stone through this mirror to get a better view

And watched himself grow into the poet that he never knew

That man is I, and I am that man

The man who has the power to bring a beach to the sand

My poems will never cease to exist, as they have become a stain

And I will not cease either until every soul on this Earth has felt my poetic reign

Live and Let Die

Live and let die, so easy to say

Harder to let go, much easier to stay

With so much hurt, can you feel my pain

Live and let die, feel my poetic reign

It has ripped me apart and is still tearing me down

For days I could wear nothing but a frown

Live and let die, is it all really worth it

Never again, from now on it's completely worthless

Such sorrow, but with few regrets

More anger and fewer debts

There I could stand, wish, and cry

But this time I live and let the pain die