I'd Trade God My Questions For His Answers.

I hate the news. Everytime you turn it on there's some horrible murder and some innocent person dying because some sh*t head just feels like snapping one day. Anyways, this is just how I feel right now.

This is my I.D.,
Mixed with my ID and EGO.
Even Freud wouldn't be able to dissect me!
My mental clashes between ideas and purposes,
Trying to distinguish what is real and what is worthless.
Growl, to warn all my enemies,
Howl, with all my homies rushing for a feast!
Beast with the conscience of a man,
I know what's right, but some times I just don't give a damn!
For your consideration, please review the following:
Random pills I was swallowing,
Going through a struggle, trying to avoid wallowing,
Wearing this mask like everyday was Halloween!
The good and the bad, and me tight roping in between,
Not glancing at the scenes,
Which are polluted by devil kings and drugged beauty queens,
Keeping my individuality while being acceptable in this reality,
Where everyone stabs at each other for their beliefs and principalities.
Formalities are usually for wolves in sheep's clothing,
As long as they get theirs, who cares if your choking?
Losing air until your lungs feel as if there will be collapse-
You feel as if you traveled the wrong route on those guided maps.
I'm trying to program my own fate correct,
With my own important numbers and digits.
My code and my hands,
Answering my own demands,
So I can say I always moved forward and never ran.
However, I know I'm still human-
Still make mistakes and still have times when I'm losing.
Though I take hits and walk on, I'm still bruising,
And even though I got knowledge, friends and enemies are confusing...
I hope I can get my pure soul out of this world's illusions-
I heard em' say death is a permanent solution,
But I don't rush towards it,
I'm waiting till God directs me off stage and tells me it's time to exit.
So until then, I'll try to understand:
Why those who try to live a good life are mixed in with those who don't give a DAMN.

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

I hear ya R.E.N. , Freud, was just another man like any other,
psychology is a study, a field, man made, so it has discrepancies,
and we as individuals cannot be disected to a single objective or subjective notion,
---great write! ---mishel