I Hate Papers

The words singing to me off the screen
The clicking lyrics of the keyboard's song
The words confirm my ideas
But then they turn against my voice

Erase

Try and try again
Try as I might
The words never seem to come our right
I try again

Erase

Hours past
Two sentences remain
What to write, what to do
It no longer works

Erase

I could keep this up all night
The words forever long
But still I try again
and I fail

Erase

How Time Flies

Laying in bed at night
Looking at the formless shapes of darkness
I see what is and what could be
I think what I want or where I'd like to be

Seeing myself as at five
The days drag on so long
So much can be accomplished
And no deadlines to be met

Seeing myself at ten
Going to bed early but staying up late
Homework and sports take up my time
Thinking about the next adventure to be had


Seeing myself at fourteen
High school has started and friends are a blast
Parties on the weekends; time being lost
Wake up on a stranger's lawn; run home for breakfast

Seeing myself at sixteen
Driving up the road, all on my own
My license in hand, the world is mine
Parties still a must, but still losing time

Seeing myself at eighteen
My graduating class; I'm a legal adult
College the next adventure; I'm moving out
New place, new me, new king to rule

Seeing myself at twenty-one
Legal to drink, but none to be had
Working too much to be good for my health
School is really hard now, no time for a break

Seeing myself at twenty-two
So much time has gone by, but so fast
My new graduating class; I have a degree
The real world beacons me; calling my name

Seeing myself at thirty
The girl I love is mine; we are married
The honeymoon to Europe; a trip to be had
A new adventure is beginning; one to last

Seeing myself at sixty
My son starting a new life of his own
Grandkids are on the way
How can I not be happy, even as the time fades away

Seeing myself at eighty
The days fly by ever so quick
Bones growing weaker; body falling apart
Diagnosed with cancer; time growing short

Seeing myself at eighty-one, two months, 16 days
My time has ended; it all stands still
I live with God now in the fluffy white clouds
Life was an adventure, but now you must carry on

Life

Life is like a river; flowing to and fro
Life is like a speedster; honking when you're slow
Life is like a boat; balancing on the seas
Life is like a coat; not to let you freeze
Life is like a mountain; bigger than it seems
Life is like a fountain; from a source pouring endlessly
Life is like a dance; can be bad, can be good
Life is like a car; it gets harder to control the older it gets

Life is like chocolate; sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet
Life is like love; can't ever get enough
Life is like butter; spread it where ever you can
Life is like medicine; a little can help, but too much can kill you

Life is for better or for worse
Life is a gift to be shared

Life; it's what I got

Taken For Granted

To be taken for granted is a bad feeling indeed
Not to be taken as a servant nor as a noble steed
You are just entirely forgotten until the moment of need
It is only when you are needed that without you they bleed

But what happens in that moment when you are not there
If you are not there to help them, could they even bear
Could they do without you when life hangs by a thread of hair
Would they even realize they need your help, would they even care

They acknowledge your presence when you seldom make yourself known
And even you know they cannot manage the attempt on their own
But you know you are taken for granted, so you keep your quiet tone
You leave it up to them to discover that you are their corner stone

In their structure, you are the most important piece
When you are finally gone, so is the resting peace
Everything falls apart, their patience doth decrease
And when the moment is said and done, you release

You stand up and tell them the fault of their ways
They look up to you and are blinded by the sun's burning rays
You show them how truly insignificant are their plays
And when they notice their fault they show you their praise

If only the world were as just
When in reality it is just a bust
Like how water is needed for iron to rust
Even though you are taken for granted... You are a must...

Searching for Myself

I took the afternoon to walk through the depths of my soul
to see what I might find. As I walk down the dusty and dingy
corridors I notice the cracks in the foundation and the water
dripping from the ceiling. That needs to be fixed. I check out
some of the rooms to see what I've forgotten or lost. I found
a few dollars in the cellar with the door with the broken latch.
I found a photo of an old friend hiding behind a mirror frame.
I found my lucky jeans stuck under a fallen boulder from the
ceiling at the end of one hall. Looking as hard as I can I still
can't seem to find my sanity. I can't find my deepest faith.
I can't find my romance. I can't seem to find myself. Who
am I, that I can't find myself in myself. How long have I
tried to be someone that I'm not that I've forgotten who I
really am? Am I in the room with the nicely made bed?
Am I in the room with the books about sugar-plum fairies
that dance over children's heads? Am I in the room with the
flat screen TV, the room with the bunk-bed, the room with
the giant lamp that makes music when you flip the switch?
I don't know where I am to be found. All alone inside my head,
forced to find the answers myself. Or am I not alone after all?
Is the one they call Him with me inside myself? Can he help
me find who I am? The answers I seek are somewhere in
here. I just don't know where to look. Please, I need help.
Is there a secret chamber I am not aware of? Please, help.

Time in an Hourglass

Singing songs to the hourglass
To make time stop
Sand draining through its core
Down it'll drop
Forever moving forward and
Never looking back
Always seeping into every
Single little crack
Bringing us here to see
The glorious view below
See the signs of time react
In forms of rain and snow
Dropping as the sand does now
And never falling up
Time will always be here to stay
This I do not make up
So through your most happiest moment
And even through through your dismay
Take it for what it is worth to you
And live your life today

Snow Day

Standing by the window with the moon up high
Watching the light from the cars drift on by
Snow falling down from the heavens above
Snow so white like the color of a dove
It blankets the ground with a soft touch
I love the snow, but driving in it, not so much
Next morning, I awake with the normal dismay
Until I find out the report that it's a SNOW DAY!
I grab my jacket, my boots, my sled
My gloves, and my hat, that goes over my head
I run for the door, but it isn't too long
When my mom comes forth, humming a song
She hands me a shovel, and says "Son"
When she says that, I know something's not fun
I shovel the driveway before I can play
But when I'm done I do so all day
I built a snowman from the powdery mess
And made snow angels, with wings and a dress
I sledded down the longest trail
And wiped out with an epic fail
But I drug my sled up and again I went
And drove into my snowman, which I named Kent
Then I took some snow and built an igloo
However small, it could only fit two
And as the day went on my energy depleted
Into my house me and my friends retreated
We drank us some hot cocoa and had us some lunch
Then I went back outside with the rest of the bunch
We played all day and into the night
Until it got so dark there was no light
We all went back home to our warm and cozy beds
And we closed our eyes and laid down our heads
Oh what fun times we had today
And in our memories they'll stay

Sleep Tonight

Sleep tonight
For tomorrow will be a new day
End the fight
Oh, tomorrow we'll find a way
Earn the right
And tomorrow we will make it stay
Feel the might
And tomorrow, and tomorrow, will fade away.

See What Be

Lost not found
Downward bound
With no sound
Underground

Forever more
An open sore
Such a chore
Such a bore

Never known
Never shown
Over thrown
Under tone

Listen in
Air is thin
Recycle bin
Busted chin

No more time
Lemon-lime
Sour chime
So sublime

Time to go
Do not show
Way to blow
Always so

Let us see
How it'll be
Count to three
It's just me

Broken host
Here's the toast
Eat the roast
Write a post

I'm done here
Full of fear
Cannot hear
Anyone cheer

Happy Alligators Cry To Me

A ticking tocking time bomb
To set things into motion.
Riding on a roller coaster
To share with your emotion.
Living day to day
Without a penny more.
Watching an auto crash
By the sea shore.
Living by the book like
Dancing acid rain.
Watching them give up
To take away the pain.
Lonely fire flies glow
As to watch the trees fall.
Never one to please
A ghostly dining hall.
Give your blood to war
To die a natural peace.
Give up your coat
And dawn your warm fleece.
Day to day, the sun dawns
And the moon doth rise.
Watching people stare
Through their blank and evil eyes.
Never one to be
A fiery water can.
Always one to want
A boiling frying pan.
Sit still
Don't look this way.
Thunder bolts
Have gone away.