Still searching for purposeStill jotting out these words as if I'll find it in a pageAnd I do But some days I can't escape Feeling maybe all of this is worthlessI guess we all feel that wayWhen we're overexertedIn the dirt and going shirtlessSometimes we all need a breakHave to work to deserve itServe it…Read more Purpose in a Page
OLADpoems
Too Much
Who cares what they think?Who cares what they say?Who cares who they are?Who cares what they believe?Why waste... ...Too much. ...Much too much. And yet...Never enough. Expressions fail.Affections flail.One touch, andAll is come undone.
Verdict
I'm sure you'd agree that I've lost touch with nearly everything,That I'm all fresh and green; that I forgot what life means. But you don't know me;You haven't seen what I've seen, and from my point of being.Nothing that you think means a thing, nor what you would scream to say.To you, your own; to…Read more Verdict
Modern Man
Clutching for my reason --to burn on through the sense of purpose that comes and goes with the season.Frame me with treason, for when it comes to being modern man, I'd rather be a heathen. And I believe in peace. Live, and let's leave them to their own defeat --their own disease. Rushing for a…Read more Modern Man
Beyond our Fists
...So, there's no choice but to grow I'll try my best to not let the pain show Though, it bleeds right through the lines You wanted me to know That you won't ever let me go But my spirit has been caught in a tryst Tell me what you see in my eyes Is it…Read more Beyond our Fists
ON LIFE AND DEATH 