Songs and poems I wrote to inspire myself. Maybe they'll work for you too!
2 Apr 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
Gamer Love How to say this....So many ways...How to explain...I love you. If we were gamers, in a game, say,An MMO...with many players in the same space I think...you and I are in the same placeSplit screen, or side by side displaysInseparable tea...
2 Apr 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
Accepting the Kinks Not everything out of my brain is English Not everything out of my brain is language That's my problem; I fear suffering delanguish For the nonsense I spit out, derangement But here's the thing; I am the bleeding edge, you copy me...
31 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
I Walk With God Keeping in touch with All, is hard stuff Living like I run this shit, call it a hard bluff Eyes scream out danger, you'd think I'm mad tough A peaceful frog inside of this wolf skin, enough Cognitive connection established, man it was...
31 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
My Ego Song Manifested madness dressed in logos as a chest plateHere to fight the darkness bringing light so we can shoot straightBlessed in all my actions on my path on which I bend fateHere to save the good and get the rest up out your head spaceI...
29 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
From this moment, I can seeThrough the future, destinyFrom the present, I can touchAll of my past, shoring me upGiving me depth, honoringAll that I've known, all that I've seenFrom now, it gives me peaceTo master time accordingly.
27 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
I'm on a grind of sorts,So raw thoughts to pour fourthFrom the well of horsesSpectral mental fus rohCrystallized the forces;Torn distortionsCast across the portionsOf Mind as remains insideAnd the sorting's fine,But it's slow going;The hope ain't die...
27 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
Turning 28 tomorrowClock ticks downThe wind howlsRainstorm washed out the annual gameExcept the few families braveEnough to faceThe wavesI turn twenty eight tomorrow.Clock ticking down the day,Wind still howling awayAs tarps bang,A harp playsAnd it's...
27 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Fatharach
Gypsy Father I never really name poems until they are over. The chapter here is closed; I was born to a RoverHe's still at it never satisfied,'cuz it ain't that homeInside his head, the calm and stillSerenity He dreams to own.I was born to him.And wi...
