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How something can grab you control you demand... Push you to limit, push forth your hand... Modest it is for it does not even ponder... Growing by virtue, you start to grow fonder... Pulling directions you don't wish to go... Uncovering things you hoped wouldn't show... Desperate it is, grabs the slightest chance... Heart starts racing the next time to dance... Hearing my voice screaming so loud... My sounds are silenced the thickening cloud... Starts at my head I' ve lost all control... Feel it poison my insides and even my soul... Weakening body not feeling so strong... Sacrificing the knowledge of right and wrong.... Desire it has to weaken my thoughts... Runs through my head with its words its taunt... Trying to get me to that one state of mind... Come take me now and fun you will find... It does not take much I let go in a hurry... Not even to care that it's me that I bury... Eric Garcia copyright 2008
The meaning of life is yet to end..... To leave behind your love and friend...... To walk Alone through the rough of times.... And never hear the church bell chime..... Those whom wait to hear the bell..... Will find himself burned in hell..... Approaching the darkness stripped of sight..... Will learn that's still the least of fright..... Some will run and disappear..... To be cut off by their biggest fear..... Now I know it's time to die..... As I find my life a shameless lie...... To speak of times I never knew..... To speak of times that I out grew..... To walk alone in the midst of the night..... Searching for the forgotten light..... I try to speak, I speak out loud ..... As I lie, deep in the ground..... No one hears, no reply ..... Now I know, I was born to die ........ Copyright ©2006 Eric Robert Garcia
Crumbling silence, this awakening cloud... All has shaken, even the ground... From distant sight you feel it appear.... Filling in with dark, what was once clear... Running to beat it, but loosing your edge.... As you dodge all the smoke and stay clear of the ledge... How weak you are to this growing power... You hope you can make it through the next hour... Then the screams, the echoing call... It controls all your efforts, to your knees you fall... As it approaches, you can't raise your head... You can't think for yourself because now you are led.... Led by this evil that won't show its face.... This evil that clawed its way into your space... This battle from outside it has chose to begin... But now the real fight starts from with-in.... Ripping and tearing at all your life’s choice... You hear the screams, But now in YOUR VOICE.... Eric Garcia copyright 2008
Entrenched in the thoughts of dark despair....What can be done to help prepare?....RIvers are growing, current so deep....Surrounded by canyons and walls so steep...I try to fightit, my body is weak... Czatching my breathe, unable to speak.... As i push forward, distractions come clear... Uncovering thing I've learned to fear... Pressing issues, this rain can't last long.... Amazed how long I have been so strong....Can I take on more water to reach my dry land?.... Someplace in the sunlight where I can stand?.... Leave behind all those torments of loosiing my path... Pull away all the thing to feel my own wrath....Basking in my essence, find my true glow.... Bury that past, so too never show...........Eric Garcia...Copyright ©2009
.........Smoke and Mirrors......... Arising in thought, my judgment disguised..... Smoke covered mirrors, deep hidden lies..... When will I give into my own true appeal?..... Allow myself triumph or some room to heal..... Walking my days clouded in thought..... How hard I have battled, the emotions I’ve fought..... Doubting my chances, stealing my choice..... To the point I can’t recognize, even my voice..... Why do I continue to live my days..... Punishment, turmoil in so many ways...... So heavy this burden of unclean guilt..... Nothing to stop it, this body does wilt.... To crumble inside and rot with no sun..... So hard to keep trying when my soul weights a ton.... Looking around at what to achieve.... And how many emotions I kept from my sleeve...... Covered and hidden from anything close.... It won’t be to long before I am a ghost.... Gracefully walking where no one can see..... I beg to differ, that’s already me..... Eric Garcia 4-16-2009
.....................Simply Distraught..............Tired, exhausted this sand that I walk.....Growing so weary this life that I talk....Come to the distance, what do I find?...All the excuses I hide behind...Shadows cast over, the tempatures rise... Stared at to long it has burned my eyes...Unable to see in this life I have led...Uncover things I have know to dread Pounding in silence with no one to hear... Fall to my knees unable to tear.... Reaching the point i dont wish to return...Can't see through these eyes while they carry this burn. What do you do when your landscape is gone?...Nothing to live, nothing to spawn...Cursed by this silence that has taken my soul. Starved me of things that once were my goal. Surrounding my breath,.. contraction is fair....Heavy my breathing in this stagnate air...Overwhelmed with this anger that wont disspate... All these emotions what stands out is the Hate...Controling desire to leave it behind... not scared of the darkness I know I will find... Welcoming nothing, completeing my night... No more energy left, I am quiting this fight.......... By Eric Garcia
