George SantaMaria's Page

It's a shame how they play this game.
Busy minds blinded by rage
and caged like a beast
within a world of fear and deceit.

We live like drones,
programed to feed off greed
and bleed for needs
that are never truly satisfied.

Only living in hope
to cope with our everyday.
We pay the price to pave the way
for things that make them rich
and make us slaves.

Always needing upgrades to stay within the times.
Minipulating minds
to believe it's a necessity.

But listen,
we don't need your technology.… Continue

Awakened,
as if from a bad dream
this nightmare of hope.
Some where beneath the tides
I will find the key and unlock the truth.
Follow this road which will lead to your end,
only then will you find me.
Listen to the sounds as they fade from your touch
and damage all thats around thee.
If I was to leave,
what would you do?
For no one else would be so kind.
Rememberance is pure
with no chance to reclaim
this flame which is no longer mine...

By Poetical Mayhem aka GSM

It's how I feel,
so tell me -
what is real?
'Cause these feelings I feel
are no where closely revealed.

It's just too cold for the mind to hold,
even though you think you know,
you really don't.

So why do you try to get it out of me?
by saying things you think are the remedies
When all they really are -
are tragedies
All because you tried to step into my reality.

So please,
leave it alone
stop trying to see what was never shown
there are reasons why it was never known
and it will never be kno… Continue

When I sit here and think
of all the things that are real
the first thought that pops into my head is you.

The feeling of your skin
when we kiss,
softly brushing against your lips.

O' how I wonder if she feels the same
the same as I
Why doth love deny.

I guess my words
could confuse the mind
and satisfy the blind.

I must not let this be
for many reasons one can't see
my wanting her is killing me
for love is home -
and love I have in thee...

By Poetical Mayhem aka GSM