Tangled Webs

Oh what a tangled web we weave

when we first choose to believe.

The sky turns black the sun is free.

The earth is void of jealousy.

The web is real but only seen

in nights of moonlit fantasy.

You don't get caught if you don't believe

in chains, in wars, hypocrisy.

Oh what a tangled web we weave

when we believe we are free.

Regret

Walking through my daily life.

Life's memories are growing old.

Still talking faith like every dope.

Regret the soul that I have sold.

The Artist

 Regardless of the medium you create in,
I think half the battle to being an artist,
is accepting or admitting to yourself
that you are one.

Smile Through Darkness

Morning comes.
Night lingers still.
Force my rise.
Darkness fills.

Each day. Each month. Each year.
Steals more.
My heart. My hope. My soul.
Nothing more. 

Once whole.
Once strong.
Once loved.
Then wronged.

My love. My trust. My truth.
Betrayed.
Confusion. Anger. Bitterness.
Prayed.

Days push on.
Night’s darkness strong.
Smile and lie. Nothing’s wrong.
Not alive. Yet life’s not gone.

Smile on. 
Live the lie.
Judge me not.
When I cry.