Capture emotion
For it often fleeting
But what passions
Fill my soul!
What zeal does fill my very core
Capture it I try
But so quickly it does fly
And I am left wanting
But when it comes again
For I know it will
I will try once more
To catch what I adore!

I cry and often for get to ask why
On some days I’m fine
But it’s times like now
That I find out
That life is just a game
And I am trying to figure out
Why I came

If you always wait to be motivated
At least you have the motivation to wait
For if motivation is often found
Not finding

But pay no minding
What do I know
I am not a poet
I am not a painter
I am not a sculptor
I am not a artist and I know it

But I have a little common sense
That has brought me this far
And one bit is that you should stop waiting
For fish are not caught with out bait
Neither do ideas come to mind
When you clear your mind

So stop your waiting to be motivated
Search for ideas
And soon you will write
Some thing far better
Then this tad bit
Of insight

I called him friend, I called him Lord. But it is he who I did offend, for he is the Lord. It was he who I kicked off the throne, and I declared my life my own. Yet I professed to him to be my Lord, but it was a false front, in truth I was alone. It was only wrath that I had stored, but to none but he and me was it known. All of this was inward, now I shall reap what I have sown. On this sinking boat are we all aboard, yet we look around and each others characters and sins do we condone. As we are headed downward, because we are cursed by our father and are flesh and bone. So take care that we don't solely profess him to be Lord, but that cast on him all our sins and believe in him alone.

Sin has a lovely face
but a bitter taste
Touch her you can
But you never know where you will land

My heart
It fell apart
Looking at it now
I wonder how
It could ever be called art

For people have spoken
That you can be beautifully broken
But I fail to see
how this could be
For I feel like a mess when I am heartbroken

We’ve been friends for so long
It was on you I learned my first song
And when things go wrong
It is for you I long
For you’ve been there for me
No mater where I am
you are always there
So thank you guitar
For traveling with me this far
I could never had made it
Stay with me a little longer
I don’t think a relationship could be stronger

The awkward ness is real
Whenever you are near
But you don’t seem to notice
But I am always stumbling of my words
Asking stupid questions
Like what do you think of birds
You just smile and laugh
And I try to stand
As you just hold my hand
Then when the night falls
We walk the halls
And I listen to you talk
Of how you want to travel
But you have to wait
For the rest of your life to unravel
And as the hour is late
I take you home
And I am left alone
But your words are left in my head
And as I am lying in this bed
All I can think about is you
But do you think of me?

I made a friend
Or rather I was made a friend
For indeed it was not my will
But it was his
And should I resist the call
From the one who made us all?

Nah my listener
That would be utterly wrong
Besides there is no way I could resist if i tried
For I was dead before
But when he made me heir
He gave me life
Again not of my will
But it was of his

Now a son by price
I shall do my best to know my father
Who bought me and brought me to life
This is rather hard for me to do I confess
For I am used to the ways of the flesh
And it would be impossible to know God
For his ways and thoughts are ever above mine
But praise to the Spirit
I will learn of the Father and his will for me
For that was his will not mine

I dare not say I would not face troubles
For the place he created
Has wholly revolted
And it is the place I now live
But I am just passing through
On my way home
seeking to share the story
Of how he bought me
And how it was all his will
And none of my own

And as I sail this ocean vast
On him, shall all my troubles shall I cast
For it is through storms that one draws nearer
To the things that cast out fear
And it is through fires that my soul is tried
But it is all to purify his bride
All for his glory
For indeed it is all his story
Not one line is my own
For it was his will and not my own

Oh sing praises for evermore
For he saved the chief of sinners
And has made me a son
Now I shall do my best to live like one
Oh praise to his grace when I fall
For flesh is what makes us
And it is corrupt as I once was
But now I have new robe
And with the Lord’s help
I will keep it clean
Though through this muddy world does my path lay
And I shall never hesitate to obey
For it is not my will I say
It is all his will that I obey

Praise forever be
To the one who set me free
To the one who made me heir
To the one who made me friend
To his will I say amen

I pray tonight
For thy light
To shin so bright
That I lose sight
Of this earthly plight
And all I see is thy might

I was asked to describe myself
So took a dictionary from the shelf
And I read the definition
Of a word I thought best fit my disposition
Failure was the word I thought best
The descriptions said, “lack of success”
I closed the book and looked at my questioner
And confessed I am on the road to no where
And in faling to prepare
I have prepared to fail
So I guess this is the way I say beware
Even good looking trains derail

True emotions are hard to show
Even to the ones you know
For I showed them when I was low
Then the person said they had to go
So for now the answer is no

I can keep up
So shut up
I may seem weak
But that’s just me bein meek
Quit with the talk
Don’t be so shocked
The truth is you don’t know
What’s buried down low
So back down
Because you don’t know what you unbound
You’re tuff stuff
But I’ll tear you apart, I don’t bluff

Let me go to the mountains where the air fresh as the babbling spring. Where the night sky is unpolluted by man’s neon light. Where the moon shines in her glory her pail face looking over the rumpled face of the old mount. Where the wind blows gently through the trees whispering her secrets in the trees. She loves those who chase her and laughs at though who stand to face her. For she is a love of mine and she has her moods as lovers do. Sometimes she scares the travelers wailing in the night through the mount’s many wrinkles. At other times she gently runs her fingers across the face and through the hair of a stranger as she passes them by. Take me where they are. Take me to the brook where I may lye down and rest and when I awake with the mornin is kissing me with the morning dew. I may drink deep from natures well. Let me be with my friends for it is they who listen at all times. It is in them I confined my secrets. Oh, let me go to the mountains.

What is riches to a dying man?
What is fame to a drowning man?
What is glory to a lonely man?
What is talent to a broken man?

What are these things to me?
What are these things to you?

Do they hold a place of high worth
And for them all your effort you put fourth
Oh, how temporal our minds are
And how fleeting our desires are

A void we try to fill
A deadness we try to heal
A soul we try to revive
A corrupted heart we try to make alive

But for what, a moment of better feeling
But for what, a second of happiness that does not help the healing
But for what?

I am out of words to say
For I have spoken all day
But not just for that fact
But because people did not react
So it is a wast to speak
If people reject my words throughout the week
What shall I do?
Wast my words on a fool?
Well if they at least pretend to listen
I guess I’ll continue my writtin

The bigger they are the harder they fall
'Twas Rome that experienced this call
For mighty they were
But they were doomed for sure
For they thought themselves the greatest of all

They were very great though they started small
But pride comes before a fall
And as history shows
And as we all know
Rome was an example for all

In life we are born and we die
And in-between we figure out why

I walk along the stars
I’ve seen Jupiter and Mars
But for the life of me
Earth I will never see
For reality disapproves of those who dream
but I believe one can learn from him
If you don’t believe
Don’t leave
Just want and see
Four things he has taught me
Though life seems to only through obstacles
Never stepping stones
But what I've learned is the obstacles won't break your bones
So do your best
And ask God to help you through the rest
He'll be there to comfort you
And you can trust that through and through
Another lesson that I've learned is that dreams don't come true
Unless you want them too
So wake up early
And go to bed the same so you're not surly
And work for what you want
But keep in mind those who often flaunt
Often never have the important things in life
Things like a caring family and a loving wife
So in all your dreaming and all your working
Never forget what is most important
And that is the important rule of all

I am sure you’ve learned one must not be afraid of trying,
But you’ve also learned it comes with its share of crying

For in trying, you open up to failure
And that is quitting’s lure

I've dated sleep
She is pleasant keep around
But lately I’ve been cheating her
Or she has been cheating me
Well it does not matter who is cheating who
Though it is most likely me who has been the fool
I have covered my self with weariness to attract her
But she refuses to come to me
My eyes are open
And my mind races
But I know not why
This is not the first time
She has refused to comfort me
But every now and again she leaves for a while
And I am left to be in misery
She will come eventually
But not till early morn
Or until the sun is born

Every one wants to be someone,
But I only want to be someone to you!

If you desire to be great
Then when you create
Think about those who read
And in considering them you’ll be great indeed
For to consider another is the best of traits

Would you walk with me
Down all life dreary roads?

Would you listen to me
Down all my mental rabbit holes?

Would you hold me
Through the dark nights?

Would you kiss me
Though I may be as stupid as can be?

Would you?
Oh please don’t lie
Tell me the truth!

I’ve been played before
I’ve been drug out the door
I’ve been thrown in the mud
I’ve been through the flood

So please don’t take me there again
For I have already been
And I don’t want to take you there
For I am sure you’ve had your share

So darlin would you?
Oh darlin could you?
Just let me know!
Don’t let this all be for show!

Passion fills, in some it kills and in others it heals
But it all depends on what your passion deals with.

Woke up this morning without you
How could I have been such a fool
Your hands are holding another
Your lip another does smother
But what shall I do without you?

Write about your feelings
Write about your dealings
Write about your emotions
Write about your notions
Write about anything you want
Write about what does haunt
Write about your life
Write about your strife
Write about your happy times
Write about it all in rhymes

Dear God holy you are
And surpass me by far
Your thoughts I could never understand
But one day I shall see you in glory land
Where I shell utter praises evermore
For you are not some made up folklore
You are the King of Kings
And on you rests my whole being
My words to fall short
Of giving a report
Of your greatness and might
Of which I now do write
For though I now compose
Feeble words to up lift he that arose
One day I shall sing
Praises for eternity to the king
But for now I shall be content
To write my words
And worship you with the birds
And point to you
The only God that’s true
Praise be to your name
None other is the same
I close with this
Though your glories I could ever list
That you are ever great
But you came to earth and set your own fate
To face the cross
And to suffer loss
To save me from they wrath
And to set me on a new path
All for your glory
For this is all your story
Praise to the maker of men
Amen

Time is short
And is not the sort
To be found
Wandering around
Rather he walks with his wife
Her name is life
And if you blink to slow
Right by you they’ll go

I tried to help when I heard a cry
But when I tried fly
I tuned and saw those I want to save from the attack
Were the ones holding me back

When you hop the fence for greener grass you learn that the mass of green was cash. And that the friends you left were the only ones that would ever really last.

After feeling like you're dying stop your crying and keep on trying.

When things fall apart pick up the pieces and make some art!

New at trying to be a poet?
Well so am I and terrible I know it
But I love to write
And one day I just might
Compose a master piece
So until then I will never cease
And I encourage you to do the same
Even though others my think us lame
Write away new poets
For one day you’ll be great, I just know it!

Tomorrow will never be today, but we learned that yesterday.

When my lids are heavy I do write
For that is when creativity is at it’s hight!

When dreams run wild
And I am as free as a child!

When waking is hard to keep
And all others are asleep.

When the sun is down
And all is quite in the town

When the Moon is up
And I think about my screwups

When the night begins
And my mind spins

When my lids are heavy I do write
For that is when creativity is at it’s hight!

I once walked open
Always hopin
You told me to dream big
And one day I won’t have to dig
You told me to shoot for the stars
But all I got was scars
I’m done listening to you world
For all my secrets you unfurled

Can you hear the night creeping over the land?
Can you see the darkness eating up the day?
Can you smell the warm fire consuming the wood?
Can you drink the cold wind flowing past you?
Can you hold the nights starry sky?

And rest is sweet
till the birds tweet
For that is when you meet
The dawn
And your left to yawn

How many times must I open my heart
How many times must I play the lovers part
Just to be told it ends tomorrow
Just to be filled with sorrow
Some call this brokenness a work of art

I Just feel torn apart
My heart has been run through with a dart
I bleed out my sorrows
And am found dead but not till the morrow
This could not be art I’m just a spare part

Look upon my misery
Trapped here on this island
You think we want to lure men to injury?
Think that we want to call this our homeland?

We sing these beautiful songs
And cry for help
And the men come in throngs
But at the beauty their minds do melt

And though they struggle to free us
They dash their ships on the rocks
All for what, to free us?
And so now the god's do mock!

My feathered friends
Do feel the same
For they too hate to see men bend
And hate how we are forced to sing a song so lame

But what about you?
You have listened to my plea
And you are still sane along with your crew
Come save us from this island and make us free!

Closer now
In to the fome
Watch your bow
Your entering my home...

On to the rocks you cast your ship
Your mind still set
On the words that came from my lips
It is fate that you just met

Lame is the song I sung
But you fell as others will
On every word you hung
So I shall sing it still.

Kissing girls is a form of art
And it is a way to steal their heart
Be careful friend
For a broken heart is hard to mend
So don't kiss and dart or you will tare them apart

Your language is dreamy
And your thoughts are gleamy
But why should I read them
Might my eyes fall upon some more desirable emblem?
No I read another poem
For they are all handsome
And I might get a crumb
From those who know how to write a poem.

Words have weight
Cast a rude one at your mate
And he is bound to hate
Toss a kind word to elevate
And he will elate
Try it so you can relate
If what I state
Is true or inaccurate?

Kissing girls is like drinking whiskey
It some times can be risky
But it warms you inside
And can fill you with pride
And after both your voice maybe a bit husky

Kissing girls
Is like diving for pearls.
Some times when you reach for one
They hold on and your done
So much for kissing a girl