To Whom It May Concern

Sometimes I lose faith in You. I debate within myself and choose to hate You. I wish I could escape You and bathe You in a pool of my tears.

Your eyes see all and Your ears hear whispers of my fears. Three days ago, I left my halo at the gray door. Happy days close. This ain't what I came for. Little do they know that I've felt forsaken.

I'm running out of patience. No longer gracious, which creates an excreting fragrance of guilt. Guilty of humiliation. Guilty of disappointment. Guilty of a broken heart. Guilty of hopelessness and painful scars.

I wish You knew how it felt to be me. I wish I knew how it felt to be free. I wish You could experience these things multiplied by three. I'm searching for a release.

Take Your hand and wave it across my face. Take me to a place, which transforms my frown into a smile. Good fortune shares similarities with the blaze of the sun. It shines for only a while.

And I'm staring at the screen, wondering what, from my mind to the keys, I'm going to relay. I've moved to the screen, 10 feet down the hallway where I was starting at a blank page. Wondering what I want to say. A blank page is nothing. But it's much more than I'd really like to state. I'm disturbed by the things I've had the nerve to say. I have been hurt. My words remain close to my brain, preferring to stay.

For others, I have no sympathy. I am so empty. And I hate feeling this way.

---EOB.

Your Life (Under Construction)

The choices we make today shape our tomorrows. There are rewards and consequences. Our actions determine which one of the two we choose. I've made long-term decisions with careful consideration. I have made short-term decisions with reckless irresponsibility. I know these things. I have lived this life. The decision will always be your own and responsibility for the choices you make will follow you for eternity. Thought before action. Anticipate each movement and moment. Weight options.Responsibility is required of you. This is your life we're talking about. Good or bad, you've earned everything which comes your way. I've made my choices. I have taken risks. I've reaped the rewards. I have suffered the consequences. And I have to live with both.

---EOB.

Bet You Can't Spit Like This

Only in my dreams could I be so smooth.

---EOB.

A Celebration Of Life

1954- Present

" I'll wait for history's judgment and not today's headlines."---Condoleezza Rice

The Voices I Hear, The Things I See

Lately, I've been loving some Disturbed. Maybe it's because I am....well just listen and maybe you'll see (or hear) the same things I do.

---EOB.

Tears Of A Fool

He cried tears. Tears of a fool. Feelings in her heart misconstrued--and he knew.

He feels this way when he's alone in his room. He cries tears. Tears of a fool.

A fool like Californian gold or snow in the middle of Midwestern summers. And he wonders. He wonders if the words he spoke, the movements he made, once through time, ever traveled through her mind. He stands in the mirror and doesn't see his face. Void in his pride and soul leaves an empty space.

Hidden secrets. Wounds which do not heal. Suppressed emotions which are not revealed. Fool me once and prick me twice. He sees her face when he sleeps at night. Love him today. Forget him tomorrow. She's taken all he can give. He has no more he can borrow.

Deception of perception. The words of a deceiver. A willing heart leads to an unfortunate fate. He chose to believe her.

A fool in love that was cast away. He was a fool to trust. There is a price he has to pay.

Once lost, he can never return. She has love for another. There's a lesson to be learned. A rose dies. His blood in a pool.

In his room he cries. Tears of a fool.

--EOB.