Your eyes gleam like the ocean in the sunset

Your hair dark like the stallion in your soul

I can’t get enough of you and I never will

You brighten my day every time we’re together

When you smile, I can breathe

And the look on your face tells your soul

You’re an amazing girl and I hope I reach you

I will always love you, ‘till the end

At a time when humanity was at a crossroads

One man made a change

The world was transformed with one idea

The city that followed had great pride

Until the world got in on the prize

Now the land lay in ruin

Worse than it’s ever been before

And the cure is… there is no cure

Friendship is key in a time of need

The people around you can define you

Make the right choices and you win

Find yourself falling and you fail

Friendship is everything

Loneliness is pain

The days run together,

Like a water color painting.

Hoping for a day with bad-weather,

The sun seems like its staining,

Its brightness is damaging his eye.

The calming of the moon frees him,

Night is the time he wants to buy,

The effect of the drugs dimming him

In knowing the next nights come,

It brings him comfort and pain.

The decision to enter the slum,

Was what got the addict slain.

People say they love the outdoors

But they secretly cheat

Barely saving a can

They cry over pollution.

Though accomplishing every feat

We slowly meet our fate

A slow, damaging defeat

Of the  place we call home.

You’ve seen the world

The good and bad

From Vietnam to Australia

Made memories, lost friends

You had to get out, it’s okay

You make me want to be the best I can be

But I’m not sure I know how

When I look in the mirror,

What do I see?

A young man, happy and free,

Or a scared little boy

The man is on the outside,

For the outside world,

But the boy screams for release.

Childhood never dies,

It just gets hidden by responsibility

The man looked deep into himself,

He saw a man with no control.

If a drink passed his eyes,

Or a joint passed his nose,

And he crumbles under pressure.

The man knew he had to stop,

But the temptations continued.

The day he quit, he duly celebrated,

With a special story he just wrote.

He kept writing and found a new vice.

His writing was his drugs,

And he was stuck again.

The trees sway, the air chills

A storm is coming and it will be bad

The lights and sounds of destruction

And it’s the best time I’ve ever had

The ground shook like never before

Towers swayed and bridges buckled

The people around were unaware,

Of the wall of water in the air

The power of nature so pure and evil

Thousands dead in seconds

Only for the rest to be killed slowly

By man-made troubles

The people will never be the same

Every generation, is worse than the last

“Those rotten kids” the grey old men would say

It was not “worse,” but different, until now

The new generation of kids has no morals

No values to abide by, no guidance.

Blame it on media, or parenting

But it is the future, and we need to fix it

Time will continue long after I’m gone

It will remain long after anyone reading this

It keeps us on track for the day,

As well as measures the age of a person

It is one of the last remaining mysteries

That plague the earth, will we ever know?

Or is this just a useless search

Like when you lose the remote and can’t find it

No matter how hard you look,

Maybe it will be like when you’ re about to quit,

Just to find the answer under your butt

We can only hope

Happiness is a feeling

Sacred to all

To truly be happy

You must love yourself

To love yourself

The story begins in the heart

It moves to the brain

The decisions we make,

When they are good

They help our love, keep us sane

They save our souls

A true American icon, a hero.

Helped guide millions in crises,

From World War 2 to today.

Allowing people to be vicarious,

He gave the nation hope,

At a time when they needed it most.

He changed America and has saved lives.

Comics can impact people like church.

The hustling, bustling speed of the city,

People rushing, racing each other all day.

No one takes time to stop and look, the pity.

To look at what we built, how the bays changed

Beauty in every road, every building and sign

The natural sights are growing slim

Skyscrapers rise taller than mountains

The natural lighting is growing dim

We trade waterfalls for fountains

The nature of humanity is  to grow

People of old are longing for the past

Traffic hugs sharp turns like young rivers flow

The progress of humanity moves fast

Humanity is alive. Humanity is beauty.

The taste of her lips

The smell of her hair

Stuck to him, he smiled

The thought of her face

Made him want to run for joy

The energy she gave him

Helped him get through

Even the toughest times

My passion is clear,

I want to be a writer.

My poetry is un-rhythmic,

As it rarely flows the way it should.

I read other’s work and they have such talent

Nervous I won’t make it,

I struggle to do the best I can

He longs to feel her touch,

She longs to feel his skin.

The ecstasy they breathe,

Harmoniously makes music.

They wish to be nowhere else,

As they feel the power of nature.

The ecstasy they breathe together,

Will be the ecstasy they breathe forever.

The rush is here, are you done yet?

I wish I could say I was.

So many people working so hard,

Just to pay someone else some money.

To all the accountants of the world,

It’s a day of jubilation.

But, one of sorrow for the rest.

Will they ever come out on top?

Like the days of their youth,

When they’d get their pennies back.

Tax returns bring joy and happiness,

But the filing brings tears and heartache.

Your words cut like a knife,

Your actions make me scared.

The feelings you give me full of strife,

It seems like you forget what we shared.

I’m afraid of losing you,

But you leave me no choice.

If you cant be nice to me,

If we cant talk civilly,

I can’t be with you.

I love you more than anything,

But out timing is all wrong.

Our days may be numbered baby.