Guide me

Guide me
Guide this one to the shore 

The shore where lovers are locked

As though they were the land and sea

Guide me

Guide this one to Nirvana

Where clarity fills the mind,

Pain is never felt,

Where the fearful never fear

Guide me

Guide this one to Heaven

Where families are never lost,

The hungry never starve,

And wounds are always healed

Guide me

Guide this one adrift amongst the stars

The stars that carry travelers home 

And bring light to the frigid darkness

Guide me

Guide this one to Valhalla

Where the warrior lay down their sword

The weary rest their heads

And war never reaches

Guide this one into infinity 

Where time never passes

A memory Is never forgotten 

And wisdom is always obtained 

Heavenly Father, who art in heaven;

Allah Akbar;

Buddah the Enlightened one;

Saṃsāra;

Guide me

Guide this one,

To where lions are born from sheep

Guide me,

Guide this one. 

Wordplay

My name isn’t clarissa, I guess I can’t explain it all

And I’m not so simple, the future scares me after all 

But my eyes are hurting, from all of their work worshipping

So I’m feeling out her curves like I’m Ray Charles on Percocet

XO, not hugs and kisses but I’m addicted

All I can hope is that I won’t fail in my ambitions like Icarus 

Morning light, when it comes we’ll be just fine

As long we don’t get caught up in the war raging outside 

What war? The one where the soldiers march with their hoodies up

Screaming for justice, just another reason why this worlds amuck 

Drawing lines; paper, pencils or in the sand

And If you try to be neutral theyll kill you where you stand 

It’s backwards right? Murdering people for peace

This stanza was for trayvon martin

All he wants to do is rest in peace

I know I’m not perfect; I still talk in the third person

Plus I’ve never discovered the importance of being Earnest

My life is Wilde, what bothers me all comes out

When I think I’m not a menace, but was still a problem child

Time to down another bottle of gin,

7th bottle for all my committed sins

Deadly; dreaming of later days because I live for the weekends

Hearing echoes because she’s not silent

Dirty like diana, my co pilot 

She’s calling my name saying baby I know you want it

Paralyzed by lust, I guess you can call me havoc

Now I’m thinking of some crazy summers

My thought process is like scrabble 

There’s links to all my babble