Looking down the barrel of a gun
is not the place you want to be.
That place does not consist of fun,
it is not the place that makes you free.
It is the place of anxiety and rage
and gets worse with every turn of the page.
Like a book you don't want to read.
The fear builds up as if you bleed,
bleed goodness and joy.
Like an unwound toy
you can't get anywhere
without playing a huge fare.
Your clocks unwound and broken
your pride is strokin'.
With no light at the end of the tunnel,
forced to drink through a funnel.
You're left to die
and your innards fry.
You wish it would all go away,
the darkness and dismay.
The fear builds and the light dims
and you're left... alone...
To Help
The need to release
without stirring the police.
The need to wait
without falling behind the bait.
The need to wake
when all you want to do is sleep.
It's all so fake.
No one is ever that deep.
Or is it true
that someone can look straight through.
So far through they can see the truth
like some super sleuth.
Is it possible for someone like that to be alive
and in a world full of hell thrive?
Is it me that I speak of?
Is all I need to do is love?
Care for the rest
and bear a crest
that says who I am.
A title that everyone knows.
Every sir and maim
that leave emotional blows
to show me what they feel
and to slowly, but surely, reveal
what is wrong that they know
so I can go,
leave to help, to help, to help those who
for all their own love they share with just a few.
The true, the loved, the innocent.
The few, the many, in that incident,
those who helped and those who needed it.
I am there to live for them, with them, be them.
And instead of taking a whole lot of shit
save them, help them. I need to help them.
without stirring the police.
The need to wait
without falling behind the bait.
The need to wake
when all you want to do is sleep.
It's all so fake.
No one is ever that deep.
Or is it true
that someone can look straight through.
So far through they can see the truth
like some super sleuth.
Is it possible for someone like that to be alive
and in a world full of hell thrive?
Is it me that I speak of?
Is all I need to do is love?
Care for the rest
and bear a crest
that says who I am.
A title that everyone knows.
Every sir and maim
that leave emotional blows
to show me what they feel
and to slowly, but surely, reveal
what is wrong that they know
so I can go,
leave to help, to help, to help those who
for all their own love they share with just a few.
The true, the loved, the innocent.
The few, the many, in that incident,
those who helped and those who needed it.
I am there to live for them, with them, be them.
And instead of taking a whole lot of shit
save them, help them. I need to help them.
Summer's End
Summer's end has come and passed
and looking now back at my past
I notice all that I regret
and stuff I've managed to forget.
Things that I've seen go by so fast
that when you take a moment to think
you break free of your cast
and rise to see the brink,
the extent to which you can see.
Then you realize what you could be
hasn't been what you were,
but you never know for sure
whether changing the past would make things better
or whether it would make them worse.
The past always writes a letter
like an unstoppable curse,
that tells you what you did.
How much would you bid
to change your life to what it could be
than rather let it run free.
Go with the flow,
straighten out your bow,
and be thankful for the life you own,
the life through which you have grown.
And if you wish it to change, then write a letter
and promise yourself to make things better
anyway you can
to prevent it from hitting the fan.
and looking now back at my past
I notice all that I regret
and stuff I've managed to forget.
Things that I've seen go by so fast
that when you take a moment to think
you break free of your cast
and rise to see the brink,
the extent to which you can see.
Then you realize what you could be
hasn't been what you were,
but you never know for sure
whether changing the past would make things better
or whether it would make them worse.
The past always writes a letter
like an unstoppable curse,
that tells you what you did.
How much would you bid
to change your life to what it could be
than rather let it run free.
Go with the flow,
straighten out your bow,
and be thankful for the life you own,
the life through which you have grown.
And if you wish it to change, then write a letter
and promise yourself to make things better
anyway you can
to prevent it from hitting the fan.
May Day
They say April showers bring May flowers
like something supernatural with special powers.
I've always wanted to see this being before me
just sitting in a grassy field quiet and still as can be.
And I could approach, carefully not to startle it.
And introduce myself before it stands before me physically fit.
In a simple wave of its hand
it could lauch me clear across the land.
Into a far away ocean or stream,
but in its presence I feel no need to scream.
When you approach your fear leaves you
and you see yourself in its eyes and it does too.
It says "My name is Day,
and I'm never too far away."
"Seek me when you are feeling low,
and I'll take you where you need to go
to feel good and at peace."
The wind blows and it feels like fleece.
It raised its hand to the sky
and said "I must fly,
for his time is coming."
And it flew away humming.
And sure enough, not a moment too soon
came something dressed in black, playing a bassoon.
It walked and did not fly,
for it took its time to pass by.
And it said to me at first sight
"You've met my friend, my name is Night."
like something supernatural with special powers.
I've always wanted to see this being before me
just sitting in a grassy field quiet and still as can be.
And I could approach, carefully not to startle it.
And introduce myself before it stands before me physically fit.
In a simple wave of its hand
it could lauch me clear across the land.
Into a far away ocean or stream,
but in its presence I feel no need to scream.
When you approach your fear leaves you
and you see yourself in its eyes and it does too.
It says "My name is Day,
and I'm never too far away."
"Seek me when you are feeling low,
and I'll take you where you need to go
to feel good and at peace."
The wind blows and it feels like fleece.
It raised its hand to the sky
and said "I must fly,
for his time is coming."
And it flew away humming.
And sure enough, not a moment too soon
came something dressed in black, playing a bassoon.
It walked and did not fly,
for it took its time to pass by.
And it said to me at first sight
"You've met my friend, my name is Night."
Rush of the Breeze
It flows all around you like water in the ocean,
sets all kinds of things into motion.
You feel it on your skin
and it feels just like a blanket, thin.
I feels good when your hot,
and even sometimes when your not.
Why it feels so good all depends.
Peoples thoughts go around different bends.
The rush of the breeze
when cold makes you freeze.
But when the air is warm enough
it is no where near rough.
It fills your lungs to the limit
as you run through it.
The flow of it is as smooth as ice
but feels much more nice.
So, next time you stand still,
put your arms out like a windmill
and just let the wind pass along your arm
and let it fill you with its charm.
Sit back, relax, and chill
for the rush of the breeze is never still.
sets all kinds of things into motion.
You feel it on your skin
and it feels just like a blanket, thin.
I feels good when your hot,
and even sometimes when your not.
Why it feels so good all depends.
Peoples thoughts go around different bends.
The rush of the breeze
when cold makes you freeze.
But when the air is warm enough
it is no where near rough.
It fills your lungs to the limit
as you run through it.
The flow of it is as smooth as ice
but feels much more nice.
So, next time you stand still,
put your arms out like a windmill
and just let the wind pass along your arm
and let it fill you with its charm.
Sit back, relax, and chill
for the rush of the breeze is never still.
Hitting the Fan
When all is lost,
where hope is the cost.
When your left at your wits end
and nothing looks good around the bend.
When you see your life crashing down before you
and it seems as if there is nothing you can do.
When it seems your life has hit the fan
and your sanity is fried in a pan.
Your brain seems scattered with not hope of getting it back.
You stand alone because your brain is starting to pack
to leave you stranded with all your frustration
and you've lost all anticipation.
You have no idea what you are going to do
so you sit back and watch as you brain leaves you.
It takes a trip never to return
and your insides begin to burn.
Your frustration builds as an endless void,
and there's nowhere you can go to avoid
your inevitable fate.
As your brain leaves the gate
you scream for it to come back to you,
but there is nothing you can do.
All you can do is sit back and look
as your brain looks back and you see all it took
with it to the end
and you cannot defend
yourself at the meeting
because all your thoughts are fleeting
with no brain to hold them in.
Your attention span is thin.
You scream as loud as you can
because you've hit the fan.
Again and again you try
but it all goes by.
Till, your left with just you and the fan
after you've done all that you can.
where hope is the cost.
When your left at your wits end
and nothing looks good around the bend.
When you see your life crashing down before you
and it seems as if there is nothing you can do.
When it seems your life has hit the fan
and your sanity is fried in a pan.
Your brain seems scattered with not hope of getting it back.
You stand alone because your brain is starting to pack
to leave you stranded with all your frustration
and you've lost all anticipation.
You have no idea what you are going to do
so you sit back and watch as you brain leaves you.
It takes a trip never to return
and your insides begin to burn.
Your frustration builds as an endless void,
and there's nowhere you can go to avoid
your inevitable fate.
As your brain leaves the gate
you scream for it to come back to you,
but there is nothing you can do.
All you can do is sit back and look
as your brain looks back and you see all it took
with it to the end
and you cannot defend
yourself at the meeting
because all your thoughts are fleeting
with no brain to hold them in.
Your attention span is thin.
You scream as loud as you can
because you've hit the fan.
Again and again you try
but it all goes by.
Till, your left with just you and the fan
after you've done all that you can.
Birth of a Demon
It rises from the depths of sorrow,
from which one must not follow.
From the darkness that is sought
from this monster's eyes caught.
Seeking through hell to find a way
to rise up among us and play
in it's most hellish thought.
Something only the most courageous have fought.
They lose their lives, their souls
and most of all, their goals.
As it rises from fire,
playing on our desire,
our desire to do what we please,
like a car they use their own keys
to tap into our minds and tell us what to do
from what we think down to our shoes
to go where they want to go.
Making our lives lose it's flow.
Putting us all into our own hell,
it's a story I pray you do not tell.
The way these creatures from fairytale
raise up from the depths and make it rail hail.
Hail of fire and not ice,
to force you to make a sacrifice
that will not be kept,
all done as you slept
in the bed of your own comfort
only to be destroyed.
It makes me so annoyed
that these demons walk among us
putting up and creating all the fuss
that plaques our world today
all done in his most wretched way.
The way of their master
forcing the world to fall faster
into a most hellish place
somewhere out in space,
where everything evil from our dreams
flow into our lives faster than streams.
They will rise and destroy us all
and it is then that we will fall.
from which one must not follow.
From the darkness that is sought
from this monster's eyes caught.
Seeking through hell to find a way
to rise up among us and play
in it's most hellish thought.
Something only the most courageous have fought.
They lose their lives, their souls
and most of all, their goals.
As it rises from fire,
playing on our desire,
our desire to do what we please,
like a car they use their own keys
to tap into our minds and tell us what to do
from what we think down to our shoes
to go where they want to go.
Making our lives lose it's flow.
Putting us all into our own hell,
it's a story I pray you do not tell.
The way these creatures from fairytale
raise up from the depths and make it rail hail.
Hail of fire and not ice,
to force you to make a sacrifice
that will not be kept,
all done as you slept
in the bed of your own comfort
only to be destroyed.
It makes me so annoyed
that these demons walk among us
putting up and creating all the fuss
that plaques our world today
all done in his most wretched way.
The way of their master
forcing the world to fall faster
into a most hellish place
somewhere out in space,
where everything evil from our dreams
flow into our lives faster than streams.
They will rise and destroy us all
and it is then that we will fall.
Broken Hearted
I've learned before that I have to accept what I cannot change
even when it all seems just too strange,
but nothing is as strange and hurtful as a broken heart.
Right from the start
it hurts to much to bare.
When you walk around town people just stare
because they know you're hurt.
They can see it by the way you wear your shirt.
However, they just watch as you walk by.
Then when you look at them they turn to the sky,
acting as if they hadn't been doing a thing.
So, now you sit by the phone waiting for it to ring.
It feels as though it never will,
so you grab one pill.
And then you think your done,
but a little later you take another one.
And before you know it
you realize "Shit!"
"I just finished the bottle!"
And now when you walk you waddle.
You stumble to the phone,
you listen for the tone,
you dial the number,
then fall into a slumber.
You then are left into the hands of Fate,
whether it loves, or loves to hate.
You see the light,
but you're scared and fight.
You don't think you can be dead,
you were just laying in your bed.
Asleep.
Very deep.
But, you'll never wake
because you made that mistake.
And now you lie on the floor,
only a few feet from the door,
out cold,
never got the chance to grow old
because you let your emotions get the best of you.
Something for which you cannot sue
or curse, or punch, or fight.
Because what happens in the night
could be the last thing you will ever do
if you take the wrong road. It's up to you.
It is up to you to choose.
I beg you not to lose.
even when it all seems just too strange,
but nothing is as strange and hurtful as a broken heart.
Right from the start
it hurts to much to bare.
When you walk around town people just stare
because they know you're hurt.
They can see it by the way you wear your shirt.
However, they just watch as you walk by.
Then when you look at them they turn to the sky,
acting as if they hadn't been doing a thing.
So, now you sit by the phone waiting for it to ring.
It feels as though it never will,
so you grab one pill.
And then you think your done,
but a little later you take another one.
And before you know it
you realize "Shit!"
"I just finished the bottle!"
And now when you walk you waddle.
You stumble to the phone,
you listen for the tone,
you dial the number,
then fall into a slumber.
You then are left into the hands of Fate,
whether it loves, or loves to hate.
You see the light,
but you're scared and fight.
You don't think you can be dead,
you were just laying in your bed.
Asleep.
Very deep.
But, you'll never wake
because you made that mistake.
And now you lie on the floor,
only a few feet from the door,
out cold,
never got the chance to grow old
because you let your emotions get the best of you.
Something for which you cannot sue
or curse, or punch, or fight.
Because what happens in the night
could be the last thing you will ever do
if you take the wrong road. It's up to you.
It is up to you to choose.
I beg you not to lose.
Serenity
The light from the sun
glistening on the run.
Waking in the hay,
waking to the day.
Looking around and taking in the clean air.
It is one of the most lovely things to bare,
to bare witness to the Earth as it should be
with clean fresh air and everyone free.
Free from this and that,
free to hit the ball with a good bat,
free to sing and dance in the rain
and to not get sick or be in pain.
A lovely sight and sound
that comes from all around.
The peace and quiet away from the city
and especially the ease and simplicity.
Having the world in your grasp,
swimming to the surface to gasp.
Gasp for the clean and fresh air.
The loveliest thing to bare.
glistening on the run.
Waking in the hay,
waking to the day.
Looking around and taking in the clean air.
It is one of the most lovely things to bare,
to bare witness to the Earth as it should be
with clean fresh air and everyone free.
Free from this and that,
free to hit the ball with a good bat,
free to sing and dance in the rain
and to not get sick or be in pain.
A lovely sight and sound
that comes from all around.
The peace and quiet away from the city
and especially the ease and simplicity.
Having the world in your grasp,
swimming to the surface to gasp.
Gasp for the clean and fresh air.
The loveliest thing to bare.
Inner Innocence
Daylight comes and goes
filled of happiness and woes.
It leaves you with a sense of knowledge
or makes you want to jump off a ledge.
The pain and agony of it all
can make you want to fall.
But falling will only make it go faster,
not better or worse, but that depends on the caster.
I ask you to lay down slow.
Close your eyes and let your vision snow.
Leave your physical body only for a moment
and be filled with the inner enchantment.
Let your dreams heal your pain.
Let your woes fall away like rain.
Focus on the peace and joys,
like as a kid and you had all of those toys.
Gain back your childly innocence,
like in the movie "The Sixth Sense".
Don't fret over your problems.
Don't let someone see your dreams and rob them.
Rob them of the innocence they posses.
Put on that old dress.
See how well you look.
Get a bike and ride along the brook.
Fell good about who you are and what you do.
Don't let something small get you down like a pebble in your shoe.
Take it out and throw it far.
For you should know, your not kept in a jar.
filled of happiness and woes.
It leaves you with a sense of knowledge
or makes you want to jump off a ledge.
The pain and agony of it all
can make you want to fall.
But falling will only make it go faster,
not better or worse, but that depends on the caster.
I ask you to lay down slow.
Close your eyes and let your vision snow.
Leave your physical body only for a moment
and be filled with the inner enchantment.
Let your dreams heal your pain.
Let your woes fall away like rain.
Focus on the peace and joys,
like as a kid and you had all of those toys.
Gain back your childly innocence,
like in the movie "The Sixth Sense".
Don't fret over your problems.
Don't let someone see your dreams and rob them.
Rob them of the innocence they posses.
Put on that old dress.
See how well you look.
Get a bike and ride along the brook.
Fell good about who you are and what you do.
Don't let something small get you down like a pebble in your shoe.
Take it out and throw it far.
For you should know, your not kept in a jar.
Beauty of Diversity
Alone, one flower,
no matter its power,
isn't as powerful as a field.
But a field that only one kind of flower yield
isn't as beautiful as a pallet.
With it, you are struck with the power of a mallet.
You see for yourself the beauty of it all.
Because alone you will fall.
But with a cornucopia of friends
the possibility never ends.
The possibility to make the world a better place
to set down and secure a base
for which it will all be built
a foundation without guilt,
without anger, without hate.
a foundation that will help us appreciate
what we have on this little marble out in space.
So, do you part to make it a better place.
Join hands and sing,
with love conquering.
Because this world is all we have to show
what all it is that we know.
no matter its power,
isn't as powerful as a field.
But a field that only one kind of flower yield
isn't as beautiful as a pallet.
With it, you are struck with the power of a mallet.
You see for yourself the beauty of it all.
Because alone you will fall.
But with a cornucopia of friends
the possibility never ends.
The possibility to make the world a better place
to set down and secure a base
for which it will all be built
a foundation without guilt,
without anger, without hate.
a foundation that will help us appreciate
what we have on this little marble out in space.
So, do you part to make it a better place.
Join hands and sing,
with love conquering.
Because this world is all we have to show
what all it is that we know.
Fighting the Elements
As I walk past the same tree
I realize this is where I should not be.
I walk a little further into the wood
Being careful not to look back at where I stood.
For if I did I don't know what would be there
and the ends would stand my hair.
I run into the dark and deep
Listening for what would creep.
What would sneak up on you.
It is all fact and true
that what you do when your alone,
completely lost without a phone,
it is easy to scare
when you think you see something stare.
When the snow starts to fall
you can't help but stop and curl into a ball
to keep yourself warm and survive
when the elements don't want to keep you alive.
I've seen into the eyes of death
and smelled his terrible breath.
I've seen what he can do,
and that is why I warn you.
Warn you to prepare,
pack you underwear.
Bring your flashlight
be ready to fight.
Fight against the elements and win
or else you are fin.
Look into the eyes of death and laugh
and embrace the new born calf
the calf of survival to laugh in the face of danger
with no need for a forest ranger.
You are on your own...
I realize this is where I should not be.
I walk a little further into the wood
Being careful not to look back at where I stood.
For if I did I don't know what would be there
and the ends would stand my hair.
I run into the dark and deep
Listening for what would creep.
What would sneak up on you.
It is all fact and true
that what you do when your alone,
completely lost without a phone,
it is easy to scare
when you think you see something stare.
When the snow starts to fall
you can't help but stop and curl into a ball
to keep yourself warm and survive
when the elements don't want to keep you alive.
I've seen into the eyes of death
and smelled his terrible breath.
I've seen what he can do,
and that is why I warn you.
Warn you to prepare,
pack you underwear.
Bring your flashlight
be ready to fight.
Fight against the elements and win
or else you are fin.
Look into the eyes of death and laugh
and embrace the new born calf
the calf of survival to laugh in the face of danger
with no need for a forest ranger.
You are on your own...
Taming the Beast of Knowledge
I've been kicked,
I've been tricked,
I've been stripped,
I've been nipped.
All these I have been,
but never did I do the sin.
You might say,
but you don't look that way.
The truth is there,
but not quite so fair.
I should have been plain.
So, if you'll let me explain.
I've learned all that I know
from the books I carry? No!
I've learned it all
from the ones that throw the ball.
The ones that stand and teach
rather than spend their time at the beach.
The ones who strive
the one who thrive
on the teaching of what there is to learn.
And never do they really complain on what they earn.
And what they earn is the knowing of what they show
we all learn and we all will know
so we can become great.
They are the bait
on our poles
fishing for roles
where we fit into society.
It is the propriety
in what they do that helps us feast.
To wield a sword against the beast
the beast that is knowledge.
Push him off the edge,
into the abyss that is our understanding.
Open up the plane zone for landing,
for we have just come in
to see what is right under out chin.
The knowledge that is out there
for us all to share.
I've been tricked,
I've been stripped,
I've been nipped.
All these I have been,
but never did I do the sin.
You might say,
but you don't look that way.
The truth is there,
but not quite so fair.
I should have been plain.
So, if you'll let me explain.
I've learned all that I know
from the books I carry? No!
I've learned it all
from the ones that throw the ball.
The ones that stand and teach
rather than spend their time at the beach.
The ones who strive
the one who thrive
on the teaching of what there is to learn.
And never do they really complain on what they earn.
And what they earn is the knowing of what they show
we all learn and we all will know
so we can become great.
They are the bait
on our poles
fishing for roles
where we fit into society.
It is the propriety
in what they do that helps us feast.
To wield a sword against the beast
the beast that is knowledge.
Push him off the edge,
into the abyss that is our understanding.
Open up the plane zone for landing,
for we have just come in
to see what is right under out chin.
The knowledge that is out there
for us all to share.
Lost Love
I saw her everyday,
walking down the halls.
My mind doing acrobatics,
like seals dancing on balls.
My heart aflutter with love at first sight,
I would take her out even if she put up a fight.
I would be the one for her, and her the one for me.
But there was one thing I couldn't see.
I couldn't see where she would peer.
I couldn't see for more than a year.
She didn't notice me at all,
for a little look further down the hall
you would see him.
(I think his name was Jim)
He was the one she wanted to date.
As though I came from a crate
and he from a store.
I couldn't have her anymore.
I lost her.
My friends concur.
I saw her for the real beauty within,
but she wanted the guy with the dimpled chin.
A guy who only saw her as another chance
to get into another girl's pants.
I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.
I followed them into the subway.
That is where he made his first move.
This was the start of things I could use to prove
that he didn't care.
He started to caress her hair.
They got into the car
and stood by the bar.
They both held on tight.
I held my will to fight.
They stared at each other the whole way.
I had to look away.
When they left the car
with the door ajar
I followed them out.
I tried not to pout.
They got to the house,
where I hid like a mouse.
They went in together.
Her feeling light as a feather.
I left. I cried.
I really, really tried.
But I couldn't do it.
Even though I could prove it.
The next day I went to my career
with the fear
she would come in sad and broken.
But this time I would not pay the token
to see if she was okay.
I wanted her to stay away.
She came in later that day
and "Good morning" is all she would say.
With a smile on her face,
with a steady and upbeat pace
she made it to her door.
I stood up and screamed "WHORE!"
I left quick on the spot
before I took that painful shot.
I wanted to show her what she did,
the same thing that I did as a kid.
This time the high lasted too long.
I knew something was wrong.
I ran down the street
when I felt numb in my feet.
I fell to the ground
with a loud sound.
I died that night,
I could not fight.
I lost her, the one I love.
And she lost me to the white dove.
walking down the halls.
My mind doing acrobatics,
like seals dancing on balls.
My heart aflutter with love at first sight,
I would take her out even if she put up a fight.
I would be the one for her, and her the one for me.
But there was one thing I couldn't see.
I couldn't see where she would peer.
I couldn't see for more than a year.
She didn't notice me at all,
for a little look further down the hall
you would see him.
(I think his name was Jim)
He was the one she wanted to date.
As though I came from a crate
and he from a store.
I couldn't have her anymore.
I lost her.
My friends concur.
I saw her for the real beauty within,
but she wanted the guy with the dimpled chin.
A guy who only saw her as another chance
to get into another girl's pants.
I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.
I followed them into the subway.
That is where he made his first move.
This was the start of things I could use to prove
that he didn't care.
He started to caress her hair.
They got into the car
and stood by the bar.
They both held on tight.
I held my will to fight.
They stared at each other the whole way.
I had to look away.
When they left the car
with the door ajar
I followed them out.
I tried not to pout.
They got to the house,
where I hid like a mouse.
They went in together.
Her feeling light as a feather.
I left. I cried.
I really, really tried.
But I couldn't do it.
Even though I could prove it.
The next day I went to my career
with the fear
she would come in sad and broken.
But this time I would not pay the token
to see if she was okay.
I wanted her to stay away.
She came in later that day
and "Good morning" is all she would say.
With a smile on her face,
with a steady and upbeat pace
she made it to her door.
I stood up and screamed "WHORE!"
I left quick on the spot
before I took that painful shot.
I wanted to show her what she did,
the same thing that I did as a kid.
This time the high lasted too long.
I knew something was wrong.
I ran down the street
when I felt numb in my feet.
I fell to the ground
with a loud sound.
I died that night,
I could not fight.
I lost her, the one I love.
And she lost me to the white dove.
In the Eyes of Tiredness
I try my best to stay awake
and hide my attempts to dream of lakes.
I hold my eyelids to keep them up
and drink coffee from my large cup.
I'm tired, I'm sleepy,
my eyes want to close deeply.
My vision fades
as the sound wades.
I see the haze of dreams
of cakes and creams.
I want to sleep right now
but I don't know how
with all these people staring at me
To do so would be a catastraphy,
but I don't care
I'll sleep now and tell you where
where I go
I'll let you know.
and hide my attempts to dream of lakes.
I hold my eyelids to keep them up
and drink coffee from my large cup.
I'm tired, I'm sleepy,
my eyes want to close deeply.
My vision fades
as the sound wades.
I see the haze of dreams
of cakes and creams.
I want to sleep right now
but I don't know how
with all these people staring at me
To do so would be a catastraphy,
but I don't care
I'll sleep now and tell you where
where I go
I'll let you know.
The Midnight Monsters
I wake up in the night and look and see
through the darkness that has overcome me.
I see the shapes dancing up the wall.
I hide from them as they seem to crawl.
I peek out from my sheet
and stare down towards my feet
where I see a shape most frightening of all
that did not come from the hall.
I lay still and quiet
though in my mind there is a riot
to run for my life
and grab a knife,
but I keep my nerve
because my God I serve.
I reach for the lamp
through the dark and the damp.
I grab the switch
and try not to twitch
to not wake the beast;
today he will not feast
for with a twist of the switch a mighty light
comes out to prevail in the fight
to destroy the darkness
and take hold and harness
that beast in the night
that caused me my fright
and show it for what it was
a large ball of fuzz.
The monster that plagued me so
was only my dog Bobo.
through the darkness that has overcome me.
I see the shapes dancing up the wall.
I hide from them as they seem to crawl.
I peek out from my sheet
and stare down towards my feet
where I see a shape most frightening of all
that did not come from the hall.
I lay still and quiet
though in my mind there is a riot
to run for my life
and grab a knife,
but I keep my nerve
because my God I serve.
I reach for the lamp
through the dark and the damp.
I grab the switch
and try not to twitch
to not wake the beast;
today he will not feast
for with a twist of the switch a mighty light
comes out to prevail in the fight
to destroy the darkness
and take hold and harness
that beast in the night
that caused me my fright
and show it for what it was
a large ball of fuzz.
The monster that plagued me so
was only my dog Bobo.
I'm Bored of Boredom
I sit inside this darkened room
filled with the smell of cheap perfume.
I look around and wait
wondering if there's been a change in date.
I watch the walls from the floor,
but even this is such a bore.
I can't find anything to do
but wonder if I'll get to play too.
I see the children playing outside
but the rules I didn't abide.
The boredom seeps through my brain
making me go insane.
I need to play,
I cannot stay.
There are places I'd like to be,
however, those places I cannot see.
If I can't escape this boredom soon
I'll go crazy and say I'm from the moon.
A few more hours I have to creep
until I can fall fast asleep.
filled with the smell of cheap perfume.
I look around and wait
wondering if there's been a change in date.
I watch the walls from the floor,
but even this is such a bore.
I can't find anything to do
but wonder if I'll get to play too.
I see the children playing outside
but the rules I didn't abide.
The boredom seeps through my brain
making me go insane.
I need to play,
I cannot stay.
There are places I'd like to be,
however, those places I cannot see.
If I can't escape this boredom soon
I'll go crazy and say I'm from the moon.
A few more hours I have to creep
until I can fall fast asleep.
Blind to the Situation
I stare at her as she stares back at me.
I wait for it to happen, I count 1... 2... 3...
But it never happens cuz I'm on 8... 9...10...
I can't take it so I count over again.
1... 2... 3...
Then she says to me,
"I don't feel the same"
And she walks away. It is me that I blame.
I'm not the most lovable guy,
but when I talk they look to the sky,
hoping and praying it will soon be over
cuz I'm not as lucky without a 4 clover.
I see what they think and think what they feel.
I just hope and pray it isn't for real.
But it is, it is me.
me, the one they see.
I walk away into the night.
Nobody notices as I walk out of sight.
I keep walking and no one stops to say "hello"
So I keep walking and I go.
I leave before anyone else can hurt me the way I am.
I go home and all the emails I get are spam.
I go to bed and turn out the light,
thinking only of how I'm loosing the fight.
I can't keep going, I can't hang on.
And before you know it... I'm gone.
I wait for it to happen, I count 1... 2... 3...
But it never happens cuz I'm on 8... 9...10...
I can't take it so I count over again.
1... 2... 3...
Then she says to me,
"I don't feel the same"
And she walks away. It is me that I blame.
I'm not the most lovable guy,
but when I talk they look to the sky,
hoping and praying it will soon be over
cuz I'm not as lucky without a 4 clover.
I see what they think and think what they feel.
I just hope and pray it isn't for real.
But it is, it is me.
me, the one they see.
I walk away into the night.
Nobody notices as I walk out of sight.
I keep walking and no one stops to say "hello"
So I keep walking and I go.
I leave before anyone else can hurt me the way I am.
I go home and all the emails I get are spam.
I go to bed and turn out the light,
thinking only of how I'm loosing the fight.
I can't keep going, I can't hang on.
And before you know it... I'm gone.
Him
In the brightness of day or the darkness of night,
I stand without fear or fright.
This is because I know I'm well and not alone,
because he is with me, but not reachable by phone.
He is truth, he is life, he is there, he is here, near and never far.
I will always know because ajar
is the door of truth, and he stands in the doorway, waiting for us all.
Waiting for when it is time for the call.
I stand without fear or fright.
This is because I know I'm well and not alone,
because he is with me, but not reachable by phone.
He is truth, he is life, he is there, he is here, near and never far.
I will always know because ajar
is the door of truth, and he stands in the doorway, waiting for us all.
Waiting for when it is time for the call.
Marry me in Marriage
As I look into the eyes of my beautiful wife,
I stare into the abyss of love and all that matters to me.
I see myself with her for eternity,
standing side by side,
with nothing to hide.
I see myself on our bed
holding our baby, being careful of the head.
Seeing her cry tears of happiness,
and me the same because I feel no less.
The future of me is with her
and the family we start together.
I stare into the abyss of love and all that matters to me.
I see myself with her for eternity,
standing side by side,
with nothing to hide.
I see myself on our bed
holding our baby, being careful of the head.
Seeing her cry tears of happiness,
and me the same because I feel no less.
The future of me is with her
and the family we start together.
Full of Uselessness
A short look
down the brook
and you will see
something more than me.
I don't see it
because I don't feel it.
It is acceptance, it is love,
it is happiness, it's a hug.
That brook of hope and dreams does not appear to those who hide and skip out;
leave without a doubt.
People like me who don't see,
see the face of truth, the face of goodness.
I feel worthless.
No price tag on my soul.
Only tossed aside like trash;
a cigarette butt.
Going on the team I get cut.
I'm no good.
I can't breathe.
If only it wasn't me.
down the brook
and you will see
something more than me.
I don't see it
because I don't feel it.
It is acceptance, it is love,
it is happiness, it's a hug.
That brook of hope and dreams does not appear to those who hide and skip out;
leave without a doubt.
People like me who don't see,
see the face of truth, the face of goodness.
I feel worthless.
No price tag on my soul.
Only tossed aside like trash;
a cigarette butt.
Going on the team I get cut.
I'm no good.
I can't breathe.
If only it wasn't me.
Wonderous Fall
Leaves all around,
falling to the ground.
Colors of red, brown, and yellow,
colors that make one mellow.
It means winter is coming,
and summer is running away.
It changes people's mood,
and means it is time to harvest food. (Except for spinich... lol)
Days are shorter and darker
like it is being covered with a gray marker.
School is in session,
and now it is time for a confession
that fall is my favorite time of year,
it is a time that some hold dear.
It means time for family and friends
all getting together and making amends.
To share and play
while the days waste away.
All this can happen during fall,
and that is why I enjoy it most of all.
falling to the ground.
Colors of red, brown, and yellow,
colors that make one mellow.
It means winter is coming,
and summer is running away.
It changes people's mood,
and means it is time to harvest food. (Except for spinich... lol)
Days are shorter and darker
like it is being covered with a gray marker.
School is in session,
and now it is time for a confession
that fall is my favorite time of year,
it is a time that some hold dear.
It means time for family and friends
all getting together and making amends.
To share and play
while the days waste away.
All this can happen during fall,
and that is why I enjoy it most of all.
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