#mywarpath

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

What If I Say...

WHAT IF I SAY...: What if I say... The only reason I carry on Was because some would miss me when I'm gone Or that there could be hell to pay Is it wrong that I'm not okay Wonder if I have to stay? What if I say... On the surface it's obvious that I'm nervous Always trying to purge this feeling of anxiety I have Plus being sad and constantly mad Trying to service society Through wise unheard words My probity serving just desserts Know I cannot desert this The irony is they say I'm preposterous Spilling my guts, revealing how nauseous I get When it shows through in being cautious Crucified as if I lied on Roman crosses J.C. steady on heavy losses Speaking of atrocities, even when weakened and could nod off at ease Ungodly disease. Messiah complex has gotten me trotting streets while lobbing pleas at people While they gawk at me awkwardly Yelling "Somebody call a doctor please"! What if I say... The only reason I carry on Was because some would miss me when I'm gone Or that there could be hell to pay Is it wrong that I'm not okay Wonder if I have to stay? What if I say... A larger part of why I feel so tired Is I'm sick of living in a world of liars Their pants on fire just to advance through mire Never chancing the truth, such uncouth high fliers While times are dire. Willing to sire fake pieces, never met with ire And bend the pretense of being satire My past, present, and future tenses But I'm in this to win this even though it seems senseless Relentless obsession mixed with endless depression Spin in stressing, and adding pent up aggression To begin sentences venting pinned in lessons But that doesn't conclude these penned confessions Not on a high horse, I've made sinned concessions But hoping some learn from my burns, and avoid dim sessions But if they must, trust I won't judge for earning grim blessings Long as they're honest and promise to try and forget being less then... What if I say... The only reason I carry on Was because some would miss me when I'm gone Or that there could be hell to pay Is it wrong that I'm not okay Wonder if I have to stay? What if I say... To be human is to err The same as the affair we have with air So share only the real Be aware that being steel is fanfare And an even keel is rare So dare to reveal what most prepare to conceal This is how I deal Writing how I feel What if I say... The only reason I carry on Was because some would miss me when I'm gone Or that there could be hell to pay Is it wrong that I'm not okay Wonder if I have to stay? What if I say... What if I say... The only reason I carry on Was because some would miss me when I'm gone Or that there could be hell to pay Is it wrong that I'm not okay Wonder if I have to stay? What if I say... No reason to worry Don't let those eyes blurry Just asking, What it if I say? Series: WAR 2 Continue? (Wordsmith Alchemist Roman too continue?) Artist: Wordsmith Alchemist Roman aka Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

...Actually Live

Everywhere I turn there are faceless With empty spaces; repeating paces Caught again in auto dazes Stuck in stasis; rutted places Trials returning with same old cases Spirit hates this; feeling faithless Tears and fears so far from baseless Lifeless made this; they never say this Run in circles then counter them Not contradicting; counter intuitive Second guesses on second thoughts Forgotten what it means to actually live See the sun rise in the morning Silently mourning; there’s no warning See the clouds but miss the storming Without scorning; then without warming Complacency never adjourning Life never turning; no fire burning Here again those tears are returning Are you learning? What you’re earning Run in circles then counter them Not contradicting; counter intuitive Second guesses on second thoughts Forgotten what it means to actually live Are you sad? Are you mad? You aren’t glad Not even a tad bit. No… Shake off every cobweb on you Do what you want to; go out and be you Who cares what the world thinks about? Forget those doubts; go on chase clouds Run in circles then counter them Not contradicting; counter intuitive Second guesses on second thoughts Forgotten what it means to actually live Never again give Forgotten to live Actually live What it means to live Nothing to forgive Go out and live What it means to live Actually live Series: In-Lighting-Meant (Enlightenment) Artist: Wordsmith Alchemist Roman aka Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Spirits Lesson

Sunbeams on Sunflower In a state of Sunshine Many miles traversed Walking in reverse sometimes Swallowed by ebb of tide Emitted sands forever short Awaiting courted fated Castle washed away through Port Wined unwinds Depression rained on me Brining mind Lessons turned up painfully Forward momentum Foreword minimum Spontaneous combustion Brain frame adrenaline Running through veins Compendium: Remembered Sins Embarking at embers barking Tempestuous lust for gusts of wind Dined on whine Depression reigned on me Lines remind Lessons burnt in painfully Series: Tunes of Lunacy and Doom Artist: Wordsmith Alchemist Roman aka Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)