A Boy With Unusual Vision

They say I’m a boy with unusual vision

But they can’t see my dreams

I’m just a writer patiently waiting to die

I’m just a fantasy

My mind isn’t real

My thoughts are just make believe

I’m just a writer constantly wondering why

A toy to be played with by unknown confederates

Who thrive on the blood of the fools

The world could be ending

But they are still editing

The film of a life of the new

They say I’m a boy with unusual vision

I want my dreams to come true

I’m just a writer patiently waiting in line

I am one of the fools

I’m a piece of the action

I’m lonely and scared

My hair should turn grey in my prime

I lose my cool

My sense of direction

yet I’m still feeling fine

I talk to the ghosts inside of my soul

They tell me where to go

To find a way to find all the answers

I find them, and still I don’t know

Just a boy … Just a toy

Just a boy … Just a toy

They say I’m a boy with unusual vision

And then I am told I am blind

I’m just a writer patiently waiting to die

Before my time

A creature of sort that knows no better

Someone no one would want to find

I’m just a writer constantly wondering why

Wandering through life

Waiting to die

Poetic Design

POETIC DESIGN – Written by Carroll Bryant

Here … I am
On the eve of my conception
In the web of your deception

Deceased? … I am
With bewildered eyes I find
I am the product of your … poetic design

And I’ve fallen into the same old “How do you do?”
With nothing more to say except I’ve fallen for you
And I close my eyes and then picture your skin
On the tip of my tongue and it’s love

There … you are
In a world of constellations
In the heat of your frustrations

Confused? … I’m sure
With entrapment close behind
You are the product of my … poetic design

And you’ve fallen into the same old “How do you do?”
With nothing more to say except I’ve fallen for you too
And you close your eyes again and become your only friend
On the edge of a touch and it’s love

With a dream to underline
We are the product of love’s … poetic design

And we’ve fallen into the same old “What do we do?”
With nothing more to say and even less for us to prove
And the mountains we move and the way that we groove
Is the song in our hearts and it’s love

With a portal into time
We are the product of life’s … poetic design

And the legend left behind
Is the heartbeat of loves … poetic design

Red Tape

RED TAPE – Written by Carroll Bryant

“In the beginning of time, there was no end. In the face of death, there was a man. Taken from the dust of another purpose greater than the meaning of an existence that was just greater than …..”

Heaven is the good things
Hell is all the bad things
Earth is where both are planted seeds
Heaven is the right ways
Hell is all the wrong ways
Earth is just the way they both should be

Earth is just for sure the place for me

Fifteen trillion miles through the universe I travelled
All to that just to witness all I see
To the years I wondered and all the time I borrowed
Earth is just the perfect place for me

And so I have concluded
Nothing is excluded
All will perish for so I do believe

On the tongue I’ve tasted
Intelligence is wasted
Greed that fills the need and to all – poverty

Heaven is the sweet things
Hell is all the sour things
Earth is like some kind of dirty treat
Heaven is the clean days
Hell is all the mean days
Earth is everything and everyday

Earth is just for sure the place to be

Fifteen trillion dreams through the sleepless nights I’ve haunted
All to that to know you’ve lost the key
In the dark I wandered and all the hope I squandered
Earth is there where nothing else can be

And so I have envisioned
To making this decision
All might perish for all eternity

Of the love I’ve tasted
The kisses that were wasted
Bleeding for a need and to all – prosperity

Heaven is the cool things
Hell is all the bad things
Earth has way too many Earthlings
Heaven is the Sundays
Hell is all the Mondays
Earth is where everyday can be

Earth is just the perfect place for me

“Dogs that fight in the shadows of the street. The alleys and the same where strange two lovers meet. And knowing that the breath to breathe is escape, and cease. Learning life’s politics and cut through all of God’s red tape. There is no God …..”

Heaven is the light things
Hell is all the darker things
Earth is where these things can all be seen
Heaven is the shortest day
Hell is but the longest day
Earth is right there somewhere we can say

Earth is just for sure the place to stay

“And to the glimmer in the sky that catches all the watchful eyes, but can not see who’s in disguise watching your Earth’s demise. Knowing that it is too late to save it from its own red tape and suddenly …. it’s goodbye.”

Heaven is the right way
Hell is just the wrong way
Earth is just the perfect way to be

Earth is just for sure the place for me