Here are a couple to get this started. I look forward to reading other writers work here. FOR THE CAUSE What can be said with pad & pen The struggle of life and death How to unravel the deepest thought with only the written word Why must I seek to bare it all You must hear, must feel what I feel I must indeed bleed on you To know this life I’m living is real I know I’ll never completely explain it all But that won’t keep me from trying A single Amenwill fulfill my need… That’s what keeps me prone to discourse And if you should gain just one shred of sense from what you hear, see, feel, smell or taste, Your time may indeed be worth my breath, My soul for a cause, not a waste © Trystn 2000 PAIN ON MY PEN I can’t hardly stand this pain on my pen This pain in my hand This pain in my brain I can’t hardly stand to keep it all in To keep it locked up To keep it airtight This pain on my pen Like a stain on my heart Like a stain on my soul A black spot in my eye This pain in my gut That keeps growing to big To keep locked away To keep it airtight This pain on my pen Is this pain on this page The words that I speak That hide all the rage This pain in my hand Keeps my fist locked tight I can’t deny this pain That I’m feeling tonight © Trystn 2004
Where Do They Go Where do the broken go When I’m faceless without a name Sunk in lonely timeless shame Once alive never again, tell me Where do the broken go Oh bring to her your tired masses A billion broken breathless tides Drowning in the never ending lies A billion souls that cry, screaming In hungry huddled masses Where do the rejects go When I don’t add up to part of the plan Somehow less of a lesser man Salt in the sugar bowl once again, tell me Where do the rejects go Oh bring to her your huddled masses Open wide the pearly gates Bring the bombs, disease and hate Bring your money and don’t be late Bring your grieving groaning masses Where do the hated go When love has pushed me away Nothing good anymore to say Blackened sun to light the day, tell me Where do the hated go There’s a patron god to feed the masses The doors are open, step inside Change your clothes, your face, your mind Then step inside and you will find A patron god to feed the masses But where do the hungry go In my tattered filthy broken clothes When nobody wants to look at my face And nobody cares to stand in my place I’m just a reflection of the human race, so tell me please Where do all the hungry, hated, broken, lonely rejects go Trystn © 2002
Pain, has a purpose, is a portion of me by the hair Loss, is omnipotent, forever, forever Love, leaves me bleeding by my self inflicted wounds then pain forever present finds me needing more and more Lies, wherever spoken speak of my life by the balls Fear, of next to nothing like a shadow never dies Hate, creeps along my footsteps like a rat without a home then pain forever present finds me needing more and more Yes pain has a purpose, is my nemesis alter ego Pain is the level of the heights that I will go My pain is the sum of every joy that I have known that's why pain forever present finds me needing more and more Copyright 2000 Trystn
Rise Up Seems like these days the clouds been hangin low. I'm surrounded by the fog of opressive information that chokes the place where hope and faith should grow. Corporate scandal, terroism, war, more and more missing children and taxes taxing my every sense till I can't see my face, can't get back to the place where I was innocent. My flesh has become like scales. Cold, hard, non-permeable. My emotion is locked inside the steel trap of my mind. No I can't bear to bear the pain because the pain is just to great. The walls I've built are just to high, the door is locked the shades are drawn. I've created a fortress that seems inpenatrable. I've been hiding out inside. I've been scarred and lonely. I've been shrinking back from life wishing it was over. I've been so tired, don't want to try to get it up again. Don't want no one to love me. No wife, no children, no family no friends. No church, no God, doctor or medication. Don't want nothing to hold me or to keep me from going insane! But hold on... not today. Because I'm gonna RISE UP! I'm gonna break these chains of depression that tried to drag me off to hell. Oh no not today, cause I'm gonna RISE UP! I'm not gonna take it. I'm gonna shake it off and break me off a little piece of sunshine for myself. I'm gonna step out of the darkness into the light of day. Knock downs the walls, unlock the doors and throw open the shades. Yeah I'm gonna break all the windows to let the silence out, let the fresh air in. Then I'll climb up on the roof, spread my arms raise my voice and shout, "Hey world look at me! I'm alive again!" That's right baby I'm alive. I breathe standing here and I ain't going nowhere. There is a reason I made it through the nightmare of the way the system has a way of kicking me when I'm down. Adding insult to injury, crushing me, starving me, claiming righteousness while smashing my dreams and stealing my breath. Then they tried to leave me there dead and dying like some rotten piece of carrion! But Oh no, not today. Oh my my my, I'm gonna break that curse, spread my wings and RISE UP from the pit, fly high above the cesspool of stinking social standards that say because I'm different I don't belong. Well I do, and I'm strong! I don't have to think and act and feel the same. Don't have to dress and look and be the same. I don't have to be bound to playing the game by rules that have beem set against me. No my friend, not today. I'm not gonna die and I'm not gonna hide today. I'm gonna RISE UP and ride the wave of resurrection pulsing through my veins bringing life to my limbs. Bringing life to my pen and words that that bring attention to the depression that I've been keeping locked in. And if you know how I feel or you feel what I say, then know that I stand here now to offer you a hand. Go ahead, reach out and we will RISE UP together again. Copyright 2002 Trystn
The Cost "What final price will I pay For all my forgotten failures How high will be the cost of my fleeting fantasies Will I ever bleed enough To quench those thirsty demons What will be the final price exacted on my head How long must I suffer life As an indebted prisoner I pay pay pay and still come up with a negative net worth What you see is what you get, but I don't see a thing Oh tell me why must I suffer life With nothing to show for the blood I've sweat When will the daily torment end Trying to make ends meet I get more calls from creditors than friends And I'm sure the IRS has the CIA checking my FBI credit report They're planning to freeze all my future assets I won't be able to buy or sell, I refuse to take the mark of the beast In God we trust on our dollar bills Pledge of Allegiance and AA too Hell, even the papacy needs a buck in the plate Do you want some of my cash to Give to Ceasar what is Ceasar's, go ahead take all I got But tell my what will be the final price I will pay When all that is owed is due?" Trystn © 2002
Very beautiful. I like the theme you got going. I love how you wrote "Pain in my Pen." As I read it, it was like the words rolled off my tongue. Nice word choice.
Thanks for the profs! And thank you sylvan for restoring my soul. I've got a lil something just for you here in a bit. Do you like thunderstorms? Trystn
LIGHTNING LOVE Do you love to hear the BOOM of the lightning as it crashes? Do you love to feel the rumble and the shaking of the sky? You can feel electric passion in the middle of the storm, When you step inside the hurricane, the whirlwind of my eyes. You will never know the pleasure until you know the pain. You will never know the sunshine until you’re soaking wet. Do you seek a life of safety, or do you love the danger? Step inside my hurricane and see what you will get. You will find assurance with a man who dares not tread. Yeah, he will keep you safe and warm until his dying day. But you’ll never feel the firey heat of my lightning love, Until you let my hurricane blow your mind away! © Trystn 2006
