The days we shared
walking down the boardwalk
of love.

The unfettered letters
of our passion, and
our soul.

The nights we spent,
together in body, and
in heart.

When I see your picture,
knowing you aren't there.

I realize something is missing.

The Queen of the Diamond,
she of beauty and grace.
she of poise and elegance,
she of ribbon and lace.

The King of the *****,
he of joking and laughter
he of roughness and fun,
he of jacket and leather.

The Queen stood tall,
over her subjects, the
serfs of the schoolyard.
The Barons, Earls, and Counts,
alike tried to garner her favor.

All to no avail, as the Queen
was not interested in their advances.
Or in affairs of the heart altogether.
She was busy with her own lofty goals,
yet, how the countesses talked...

The King was once but a serf,
a simple, silly, joking jester.
But he had a way, and a manner,
an ability to please and to appease,
in ways the nobles could not.

However, all he really was
was a punchline, a tool for laughter.
He longed for more, and then more.
He desired importance, and status,
and not the derision of the clowns.

The Queen graced him with
her royal presence, one spare day.
With his jokes, and jests, and
his knightly sincerity, the King
managed to win her over.

In time, they made an alliance.
A partnership, an agreement,
sealed by a regal kiss. Together,
They won what they both desired.
in spite of what others conspired.

The Queen got some solace from
the nagging hand-maids, her fellow
nobles and others asking when she'd
find herself a sweet suitor, a man.
So that she could focus on her dreams.

The King finally earned respect,
the kind that comes from moving up.
No longer was he just another serf,
he could instead joke and upshow
the smug nobles of the royal court.

Yet as the seasons passed, they came to
realize that little had they in common.
The Queen was studious and stern,
The King was slack and slow at work.
They had fun, but little was earned.

Respect only went so far really,
and the King could feel it was forced,
and the Queen still had to put up with
questions of when they would be wed.
Their struggles were still present.

Camelot would not amaze much longer,
as the King and the Queen would go
their separate paths, amicably as could be.
The Queen realized that only she could
determine her own self-worth.

A lesson that rang true for the King,
as well. Self-respect mattered more,
than 'respect' from others, that can flit,
and flutter. And so, through each other,
The King and Queen got what they needed.

When you told me about Burning Man, I must confess,
that I felt the idea was simply a mess.
And now since I see what you really did mean,
I can safely say now that I'm none too keen.

Couldn't we have just gone to Lollapalooza?

Don't believe her candy-coated lies, and
don't fall for the girl with candy apple eyes.

Her face is so sweet,
but her heart is sour
Good enough to eat,
Make a man dour.

She'll lick them full lips,
and charm you like that.
She'll shake them wide hips.
while you watch her strut.

Don't believe her candy-coated lies, and
don't fall for the girl with candy apple eyes.

You think she's tasty,
and you're 'bout to score.
But don't get hasty,
or you won't see more.

She'll leave you breathless,
and begging for more.
But you'll be sexless,
your face on the floor.

So don't believe her candy-coated lies, and
don't you dare fall for the girl with candy apple eyes.

I build you up,
I bring you down,
I pull you in,
I throw you out.

I'm tearing you down.

You tried all your life,
to keep me down,
to run me 'round,
to put me in that ground.

You laughed at me,
you spurned my name,
you stomped my face,
you stabbed my heart.

And now, I'm taking it back.
I'll stand my ground,
I'll rip this earth up,
and I'll tear you down.

You built a wall,
to keep me out,
to hold me down,
to lord over all.

You slapped my face,
you called me names,
you spit on my face,
you broke my spirit.

I know deep down,
that you're hurting,
that life beat you down,
but you can't do the same to me

I won't let you tear me down,
and if I gotta, I'll burn you out,
I'll toss you 'round, I'll make you a clown,
I'll mess you up, and I'll tear you down.

A pleasant scent wafts through the air,
as the summer passes by without a care.


Don't trust the man in the suit,
he is a man of ill repute.

His placid disposition,
hides a rancid composition.

The grin on his features,
as he walks among the creatures.

Like the grin of a red fox,
as it hears the chicken's squawk.

Like the gleam of the brown bear,
as it corners the scared hare.

He's not one to be trusted,
its violence for which he's lusted.

He's the strings of the puppet,
and he'll watch your hopes plummet.

As your chances decompose,
he'll be laughing under your nose.


A pungent stench reeks through the air,
as fall approaches, yet no one cares.

When I look into your amber eyes,
I know I can no longer deny,
the way you make me feel inside.

No more can I, these feelings hide,
No more can I, try to disguise,
No more can I, wonder why.

I got to be true to me,
and got to do good by you,
and let you know these feelings true.

I don't know if you feel the same,
I don't know if you think I'm plain,
or if you'll even recall my name.

But I know if I build this wall,
no matter how big or how tall.
I'll still be loving you all.

So let's cut this white static,
and maybe cause a little havoc,
and maybe make me ecstatic.

You can love me or leave me,
you can hug me or mug me,
you can kiss me or miss me.

I just got to let you know,
so baby, I'll start the show.
Won't you be my loving beau?