Evil cannot be fought with evil
Doing so only manifests a sequel

When love yells
I respond with calm

When I feel hate
I qwell with open palm

I'm no perfect being
Have eyes
That aren't perfectly seeing
My heart has dark spots
Holes that keep it bleeding

Thoughts are not always bliss
Lips that don't always mean when they kiss
I'm not always on time
Because I don't have time wrapped around my wrist

Mind is not always understanding
Legs are not always steady when standing
And can sometimes buckle when landing

But I have soul, and a soul.
One that may not be pure but I certainly try to play that roll

Wrongs I will try to right
Songs I try to write..
May sometimes lack meaning
Maybe lacking meaning is exactly the meaning
But then that renders efforts pointless; without meaning
Tempers may flare
And say "oh he's just dreaming, do some more reading. "

It is not always to understand my art
But to set me apart
When everyday I try to promote "together"
My spark is my spark
It ignites the fire right
that's within my heart
To warm cold feelings when I feel pulled apart
Helps me finish what I say ill start
It is not for financial gain
It is not to cause biracial pain
For the shirt of my past has plenty dirt
My future is detergent to wipe away my stains.
© Human