Poetry 167

Age Journey
All things were fine when I was a boy
I grew up slow to savor the joy
But when I heard of older treasure
I gave up my innocent pleasure
I ran into a perilous journey
To see what adulthood had in store for me
I tried to go without any guides or maps
Before knowing of the pit traps
I didn't know not to walk with the strangers with false promises
I had to take the trail with hits and misses
I fell for the tempting thorny cactus too often
I thought from it my thirst would be soften
I can only hope I'm reaching the end of my journeying days
And to when this will only be a phase
Even without a friend
I might make it to the end

Rat Race
Time slips by at a quickening pace
As I fall and stumble in the rat race
Tripping all over, obstacles lay all over the place
Falling through the slips of time fallen from grace

Remorse
Paying for my sins every minute of the day
Failing to dodge dark desire detaining them at bay
Trying to run from danger but my flesh gets in the way
What can I do but feel remorse
My soul's too weak to change it's course
It is hard to be better when things are getting worse

Poetry 166

Death
I shout with my last breath
As I approach closer to death
I go from voluntary to involuntary unconsciousness
Going to a land of physical not simply mental darkness
I shall leave behind the pain of all this
To find the true meaning of "ignorance is bliss"
No longer to sense anymore pain
All senses cease to hit the brain

My Motives
There is a part of me you'll never get in
You don't know anything beneath the skin
You'll never understand my motives for sin
Because I don't even know what lies within
And the battles I will never win
Unless I know where to begin

Sexual Novocain
Every solitary man living in pain
Seeks comfort from sexual Novocain
Every nightly emission
Helps ease the tension
Something to soothe the passive rage
Of a libido locked away in its cage