Right Before Your Eyes
So much hate,
Breeding endless confusion
Open wounds
Severe contusions.
Denying Reality
Power Transfusions
Mis-information
Reality an illusion
Pure Arrogance
Putting an end to Innocence
Defining one’s life
By what you can get
Pure Genius becomes
Pure evil
Self-Destruction=Endless hell
Greed & Hate
Your blood
Their lies
Another Soldier dead
Another mother’s cries
Lives become pawns
The rich their kings
Greed their god
Slowly decaying
Turn on the news
And you’ll see it live
A species’ self destruction
Right before your eyes
Tiny Little Lines
Meth-Lyrically.
Alive in a nightmare
Down in this hole
A million miles an hour
Can’t find your way home
Lost with no direction
Your mind slipping away
Why do you do this to yourself
Just to get thru the day
You never wanted an addiction
It was only supposed to be for fun
No getting off this ride now
Cuz you’ve already got one, son
No sense in running
I’m already in your head
Slowly causing insanity
Full Speed for dead
There’s no turning back now..
You’ve made your bed now lie…
Your soul lying in the gutter
All for those tiny little lines.
Broken
I walked alone down a road
Littered with ashes & crosses
Broken hearts, Broken Dreams
Broken lives, So many losses
When did life get so broken too?
Can you tell me why i’m so broken too?
I kept walkin’ on down that winding road
An came upon a man who looked a hundred years old
He said “Son you look like you’re lost to me”
I said “Man, I ain’t lost”
“I just dunno where i’m goin'”
“If you got any advice
Tell me, I’m open
Then he said Kid just remember
Nobody gets outta these parts for free
Whether it’s money
Whether it’s hope
Whether it’s lies
Or your soul
Gotta pay someone somethin
Nobody rides for free.
Lithium Barbie Doll
She’s a razor sharp dish
Wrapped in a kiss
Everything appears so fine
Won’t be long
Before you see something wrong
Those voices in her head at night
She’ll lead you in
To her den of sin
Steal your soul for the night
Better buckle your belt
Cuz it’s one helluva Roller coaster ride
Wild eyes, a mile per minute
You love me you hate me c’Mon
Which is it?
Didn’t know what I was getting when I took her home
A Lithium Barbie Doll of my very own,
Percocet princess so sweet to see
Dr. Jekyll & Ms. Hyde
Bellevue beauty queen
Never know who she’ll be tonight
Wild eyes a mile per minute
You love me, you hate me
Now tell me what is it?
Had no idea when I brought her home
I had a Lithium Barbie to call my own
How Do You Say I Love You?
Can’t find the right words
To say the right things
For everything I want to say
Like how to tell you
You’re beautiful without
The words getting in the way
Can’t say too little
Don’t want to tell you too much
I won’t play games
And we don’t have to rush
If I found the right words
And said the right things
Like everything you need to hear
What If I treated you like my princess
Would that make things crystal clear?
Then maybe, just maybe
We could put the past behind
Start on a path
To the future tonight
But I can’t find the right words
To say the right things
That your heart needs to hear
The words to heal those scars
And make things crystal clear
The words to those things
I swore I’d never say…
How do you say I love you
With out the words getting in the way?
Your Hand and a Chance
So whats your story?
Would you tell me?
If I asked you now?
You say “what’s in it for me?”
You want to know
Just what I would get out….
Of breaking down
Those walls
You built up with pain
And taking down that door
To your tears in the rain
And finding something special
when I look in your eyes
Maybe make you see
Love’s more than just a pick up line
It doesn’t have to hurt to trust
I’m not asking for much
Just your hand and a chance to try
If you search it out
You never know
Just what your heart might find.
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Jason Cueto is a 36yr old poet, writer and general misfit creative type. Hes been writing off and on since 1996, but only recently decided to attempt to get his work in the public eye. His uniquely lyrical style stems directly from his own experiences and he hopes to connect with as many people as possible through his poetry. In his spare time, Jason likes to play guitar, poker, and travel.
For more of Jason‘s prose and poetry please visit:
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