Another face I see.

Voices and Pictures
I do not hear voices, but see pictures in my head.
All of which show me the direction I'm led.
Seeing all these pictures, to me, is enough said.
I'm not going insane, but becoming more of a light instead.
Is it hard? You better believe.
So much shown to me is so very hard to conceive.
At times I'm happy, at other times I grieve.
I don't want to stay, but it's not my time to leave.
My third eye has vision while my other two lose sight.
Is it time to fight or is it time to take flight.
So much has been done wrong to me while I fight for what's right.
At times I'm so scared but I'm not afraid to bite.
As they say," on with the show ".
I often say, "out of the s*** this flower will grow ".
There's one more thing I want you to know.
This light is a reaper and I'll reap what I sow.
Stargun 👁️👁️👁️

Why?
Why?
Why lie?
They tell a lie from the truth they deny.
Why are others happy when I cry?
They lie and deny and make me cry, all I can simply do is sigh.
Time keeps ticking as life passes me by.
This knot around me, I will untie.
Continue with your lie and the truth you deny, I'll continue crying as life passes by.
This knot around me  will become untied, or I'll continue trying until the day I die.
Yeah, I'm that guy.
Why???
Jon West 🤔

Introducing
Peter Pi π
What's up, what's up my guy my guy? My name is Peter, Peter Pi π
Guys are cakes and each lady's a pie.
I'm the only one who's a Pi π guy.
I do not know, so don't ask me why.
One thing I know is that Pi π doesn't lie.
I do not lie nor the truth do I deny.
I cannot lie no matter how hard I try.
I keep it real as life passes by.
My words live forever, so I'll never die.
Please keep pace, or at least try.
If you cannot there's no need to cry.
Peter Pi π

Star War & Mr. Storm part 1
There was a war, a war for each Star.
Stars here on Earth, whomever you are.
Then came a man named Mr Storm.
Everything ever learned in his life was not the norm.
He witnessed this thing, this thing called war.
With war, he knew, comes blood and gore.
He found himself being a tug of war rope.
He realized he was in the crosshairs of "others" scope.
Honored and amazed but it was hard to believe.
How in the world did this he achieve.
He made many mistakes and his choices were unwise.
He was manipulated severely through many lies and denies.
Then one day came when the world took away his son.
That was the day when he became a gun.
He raised his son since the day of his birth.
He now fought on two battlefronts, one in the sky and one on the Earth.
He first grew sad which led to raging mad.
Everyone around him constantly taking all he had.
Almost losing his mind, he put it into a fuzz.
Dulling his pain with a buzz.
He knew deep down there was another way.
Unfortunately, he was covered with venom that others spray.
He then remembered the book of Job.
He asked God if he could wash off the venom and give him a new robe.
God did just that, and long ago put a third eye in his head.
The third eye showed him what direction to be led.
On two battlefronts, back he went.
All for the cause, so the time must be spent.
Which side to choose, in the sky, he was torn.
This was when Mr Storm was born.
He couldn't help but to think of all the damage that was done.
He was very aware that a storm is more powerful than any gun.
Part 2
Becoming a storm he lost more of his way.
He was no better than those who have venom to spray.
He didn't become a storm to make others pay.
He became a storm to wash the war away.
Inside his own storm he began regaining his sight.
Then something amazing happened, he became a light.
It allowed him to see in the darkness of night.
He's still surrounded by darkness, so he continues to fight for what's right.
He realized he doesn't understand what's going on in the sky.
He is shown many things and doesn't know why.
With each passing day he continues to try.
On the ground many truths are covered with a lie or deny.
This has been going on for so long.
Through it all he continued to stay strong.
All he ever wanted was for everyone to get along.
For those who don't want to, he wishes they sang a different song.
So many on Earth continue playing a game.
All in the name of seeking fortune & fame.
He has a name which many blame.
He bears many scars but feels no shame.
We all have a storm deep down within.
From out of that dark and gray comes each sin.
The time has come for a new start to begin.
This light will now turn his sins into a win.
Stargun🌟🔫👁️