Yesterday has come and gone
it's getting harder to stay strong
every action, I have owned
every right and every wrong

tomorrow isn't a promise made
and yesterday cannot be saved
another sunset, I watch fade
another day closer to the grave

this is a world of contradiction

simple facts erased by complex lies

they have a thing called a smile

but they only use it when it benefits them


i just want to come home


they have a large homeless population

that doesn't out-number the empty houses

they spit on those who would beg

and wish them the worst


i just want to come home


they have a thing called collateral damage

taking lives over an opinion

they only seem to value themselves

and material items


please, let me come home

butterfly poets see the sparkly things
they live in gingerbread houses
they hear harp strings

butterfly poets eat cake everyday
they have rainbow sprinkles
in a jar put away

butterfly poets talk to hummingbirds
they have the perfect ears
to hear the pretty words

butterfly poets ride on angels wings
they wear rose colored glasses
they drink evian springs

Refuse to lose by the path you choose
take your cues from the brain you use
every bruise is just you paying dues
so make your news and light the fuse

laying low, time to let your flow go
you can show them all that you know
not for show, but just to grow
you're the pro, so lookout below

take a stand with your goal in hand
don't crash land on a certain brand
time to expand, open up and understand
take command by your own demand

like a colony of ants
that refuse to work together
destroying our own world
this ant hill is getting weathered

maybe insects are smarter than humans

like a hive of bees
that only sting each other
destroying our own nest
we torture our own brothers

i was born to be a thief and a vandal
i used to have a hand, I let that hand go
some of my decisions are hard to handle
at both ends is how I burn the candle

i was born to be a hard hearted killer
she reaches out her hand, I can't feel her
my feelings are all only for the stealer
for this sickness there is no healer

i am not a politically correct person
sometimes i call gay people "****" or  "*****"
not to hurt anyone's feelings
but
because that's how i was raised

history has turned into a blame game

one page forward, two pages back
you say one thing, then change the fact
once a victim, now on the attack
now i don't even know how to act

to be honest
i feel uncomfortable around large groups of black people
not because i misunderstand them
but
because they misunderstand me

history has turned into a blame game

one page forward, two pages back
you say one thing, then change the fact
once a victim, now on the attack
now i don't even know how to act

you might act a little differently
without the camera and the crews
without medics on 24 hour call
who would help you with every bruise

survival isn't about a commercial
figures hide behind a ruse
this is a lesson for us all
survival isn't something you choose

perfection can be subjective
you are perfect in my eyes
i will be your piece of meat
your sudden pawn of compromise

preferences are not elected
it's a feeling of larger size
better judgement takes a seat
while impulses take the prize

the man i was in, was just some kind of weird protein
with no chemical make-up i'm only energy so pure
i'm never neutral, never feed those ghosts
perfect protons and electrons this i'm sure

the man i was in, he had the leaving gate shut tight
he locked me inside himself and there i was bound
he had me locked up, kept in a tiny place
that bad energy told me not to make a sound

the man i was in, i hope he gets to feel the fire
for never seeing all the errors in his ways
the only way to learn, feel the heat or the burn
let that heathen burn for forever's days

it was him that sent the signal to the adrenaline
then the adrenaline opened the gates
monsters and angels come out of those gates
that man laying there dead chose the monsters

the man i was in, chose monsters by fighting them
angels flew by and said thanks for inviting them

the man i was in, killed himself
let him burn

Fine line between wrong and right
the line divides like day and night
no grey defined, black or white
a mind that's blind or finds the light

all the things that a mother does
a loving touch, a hand that heals
I wouldn't know what that is like
I wouldn't know how that feels

she is just another stranger
though, the vessel of my birth
she never did what a mother does
though, she put me on this earth

I felt a bond when I was young
but that bond faded away
these words only burn my tongue
"happy mother's day"

we would starve for each other
giving up our last piece of bread
we've given up on loving vows
we are together until we're dead

we take on the other's struggle
in this game of pretend
the reasoning isn't subtle
to be there until the end

you are my final dream
to be together, swallow pride
we are our last hope
we are each other's suicide

We teach our soldiers to follow commands instead of their own hearts.

Your way works sometimes
My way works sometimes
Their way works sometimes
Without all ways, there would be no way, always
Hey grey, you took the blue away
Is it really going to rain all day?
If the sky were only grey, it would rain all days
Tomorrow is the big day, don't take it away
To get to the big day, I lived through small days

Get it Egbert?

Relativity

It's something that we were born with, but for some odd reason, a mad scientist got credit for it. Happy scientists, like Benjamin Franklin just used it for science.

All is Relative was said at a family reunion by a grandpa in West Virginia. Then he called the missing family members inbreds. Sinister

We have lived so many years
inside this house of lies
the furniture has been re-arranged
by the tears of the red mans eyes

there's a lot of skeletons in the closet
haunted hallways, room to room
tortured victims in the cellar
and a past that is soon to doom

We have killed so many dreams
inside this house of lies
the furniture has been re-arranged
by the tears of the black mans eyes

in my words i give my heart
but my heart can't be erased
i can't take out the question marks
and put periods in their place

in my words i give my side
to the story that i relate
in these lines i will confide
and try to tell it straight

in my words i give my soul
how my soul has been misplaced
i can only speak of what i know
and everything i have faced

in my words i give my heart
but my heart can't be erased
i can't take out the periods
and put commas in their place

when the sun aligns with your skin
and your eyes align with mine
when my heart has a total eclipse
the atmosphere sends a sign

it's the american dream
freedom and great gain
i can't fit that picture
inside of the frame

it's a book of fiction
it's like a no win game
soul caught, get me off
***** is my only friend

i can't see that image
inside of my brain
why can't i get the picture
to fit within the frame

if alcohol's so bad
why does it **** the pain?
soul lost, get me off
make me whole again

It was a standoff. The fox had never faced a snake. The snake didn't care what the fox saw, it was there for one reason. The snake had a bone to pick, and his own idea of what a fox is. Sly huh?, said the snake. The fox just sat, amazed that the snake spoke his language, or something close to his language. The fox's tongue coiled. So, they call you sly huh?, the snake hissed. You go into the hen house and make a commotion, **** all the chickens and just eat one? Sly? Well, my dear fox, i slither in, eat a couple of eggs and slither out un-noticed. I expect my eggs to be there every time. Then you come and **** the ones who feed me? The fox just sat, hypnotized. He thought to himself, "i can't slither". Well mr fox, you can't slither, said the snake. I was made for S and you were made for F. And yes, they used to use an F as an S. The humans, that is. Anyhow dear sly fox, i came to make a deal...you see, i am owner of all the good S words, and i would also like to do away with the X. See I have scales, but i'm smooth, i look slimy, but i'm just that slick. A fox has fur for warmth...i am cold blooded. So cold. So, here's what i'm gonna do...i went out of my way to get you and me what we need. I see that those flies are bugging you. I will trade you an F from the flies for the S in sly, and leave the flies lay. Lies don't fly, but flies do, and that's not right. So, if you trade me, you will be so fly, and you will also be able to fly. That would be so beautiful to see you do what you're supposed to. And if you think chickens taste good, you should try a chicken hawk. The fox grinned, the snake smiled. Also, i will trade CK for that nasty X. See, my dear foxy, X has to be done away with. X means no, and i don't believe in no. It's like flies. The fox thought he was dreaming. He could be the fly flying fox! Excited, the fox nodded in agreement. The snake grabbed the S and put it in front of snake, making him a ssnake. Then, the snake swallowed the X. There you go my dear fox, we got rid of lies and the X. Plus we helped each other...no lies. See you when i see you ssucker, but i don't look back, said the ssnake. "ok flies, we had a deal and i will return for my other S, and those Z's". The flies buzzed.

What have i done? Now i am a fock!
FOCK!
Those aren't lies, they're flying. He ripped me off.
***! My legs are gone!
The flies buzzed, they knew what was up.
The fock's time was almost up...
The flies couldn't wait, so they began eating...

"Buzz while you still can fools, i am going to make a deal to the bees for those Z's.
A flock of flying foxes flew over, laughing fiendishly. " thanks for letting us keep our X mr ssnake"
"anything for the bats, my friend"
"Batshit crazy my ***"!

As the snake slithered away, he said "that is one Lying Fock" Hiss.

"The fool didn't realize I am a foxsnake" Hiss. "Sly my ***"

***? The fun never ends...

everybody knows her
they call her sister lower
she crawls through the fields
looking for a four leaf clover

if your heart is a grower
never try to show her
she will fly with the breeze
these green fields have chose her

don't try to hold her closer
she will say nobody knows her
her grass cuts never heal
her search is never over

i am so curious
i talk to a lot of people from other countries
don't germans mostly hate americans?
besides the tourists and volkswagon owners

i mean, we stole your technology
and einstein

Chop it up and grind it down so fine
sift through these few words of mine
take your time and read line by line
words entwine as the thoughts combine

it's designed to define my own mind
sometimes it's a sign of a sublime kind
it's words combined that bind my mind
it's thoughts assigned and pen inclined

before I know I love you
I have to see you at your worst
love can be a blessing
it can also be a curse

before I know I love you
I have to see you at your best
I can't see the blessing
until I'm truly blessed

looking at the timelines
so many fine lines
times of the blind kind
eyes pine for defined shine

social media made me anti-social

we die by the guidelines
so many hide lines
pride of the glide times
eyes pine for denied shine

i pledge allegiance to the rainbow flag
of the united states of america
and to the contradiction, for which it stands
one defunct nation, under government
invisible
with liberty and justice to money

Thoughts so deep
a million fathoms
inside they creep
such a dark chasm
inside of my mind
a space unbounded
i try just to find
a truth unfounded

no fuel for the flame
dusty globe
broken piece...shine missing

carbon faded flashback
tattered wick
twisted wax...extinguished

grey glare of frozen time
coldest burn
shining light...on nothing

not only do i have to face it
i also have to shed it
once it's done, i can't erase it
even if they don't get it

not only do i have to think it
i also have to push it
being a poet isn't a blessing
it's a curse, it's a bunch of *******

not only do i have to write it
i also have to read it
once i read, i get what i need
even if i don't need it

not only do i have a trigger
i also have to pull it
being a poet isn't a blessing
it's a curse, it's a bunch of *******

he tried all his life for the best credit rating
he died the day he reached his goal
there are no bill collectors in heaven waiting
they're all waiting down below

he arrived in hell and the devil was grinning
satan was smiling from ear to ear
"why did you take me, I was winning?"
"your credit is no good here"

You can't get blood from a rose
but you can get blood from a nose
just one punch and it flows
just one smack and there it goes

you can't teach an old dog new tricks
but you can try, just for kicks
not even just fetching sticks
the mind that's trained, then conflicts

you can't move while in a pose
you pose well though i suppose
it's all highs and never lows
can't you see that you're froze

In this jungle, its hard to survive
so much can bring you to your knees
you have to be smart to stay alive
when there's a leopard in every tree

snakes crawl through the underbrush
seeking out their next meal
voices whispering, under hush
waiting for a life to steal

I'll  attack you now Sitting there so distant and cruel
What's behind your glare;
Inciting me down
calling me out to a primal almost forgotten place
come on now! Don't back off now!
I'm inside you; seeing you with my Soul
Piercing your weak cover of over-selfishness
I'll blow you down to Hell!
I don't care if you don't "feel good" And I'll practice your silent ways

animals wait to pounce on you
they stand still, then they rush
you better watch what you do
a lion is hiding in the brush

I'm sorry but i have to mention
mention how we live in another dimension
dimension leading to our dissension
dissension over a meaningless contention
contention of our own invention
invention holding back our ascension
ascension toward comprehension
comprehension of our condescension
i'm sorry but i had to mention

in the highlands, on top of a hill
it sits like a castle of broken will
closed for years, it's occupied still
by lowly souls who are unfulfilled

the chains and shackles redeem their pain
they rattle with rusty dying moans
the empty corridors scream in vain
these tortured souls are still alone

the ***** tables and ****** straps
can no longer hold the desperate minds
misery and death, in human traps
hands can't pray when tied in binds

they scream their stories into my ear
they show the scenes to my crying eyes
ghosts of doom, torture, and fear
stuck in between, where angels never fly

in the highlands, on top of a hill
it sits like a castle of broken will
closed for years, it's occupied still
by lowly souls who are unfulfilled

Get on the train
train your mind to refrain
refrain from thinking of the mundane
mundane thoughts will drive you insane
insane minds feel great pain
pain that is hard to contain
contain yourself and remain
remain free from all the strain
strain can make it hard to maintain
maintain your brain

I always wanted to be a part of it, from the start of it, to get deep down in the heart of it, i only did it for the art of it, apart of it, i want to be the dart of it
i always had a heart that was passionate, that's how they fashioned it, i have skill and i know how to ration it, i'm stashin it until it's time for cashin it
i always wanted to be articulate, intricately magnificent, like king of the syndicate, i always tried to go fist to fist with it, trying to be a significant participant
in shape and i never pull a ligament because i implement infinite, inventive to invent it, i just sent it to the senate, admit it, all that and i'm hypoallergenic

everytime I hold my head up
the sun only burns my eyes
hot enough to wake the dead up
these thoughts don't compromise

every time I put my foot down
I step on the broken glass
I search, but nothing good's found
just a burning that always lasts

she wants a man in her bed
ten men hanging on a line
like hearts, hung out to dry
one of those hearts was mine

Green light send call
hands free(from the wheel)
left turn check text
***! (tires squeal)

beep beep
honk honk
ring ring ring

right turn send text
check gages(on the phone)
stop sign look down
you wreck(dial tone)

living life like a photograph
I am captured in that moment
a record of images of the past
the black and white of atonement

the negatives scroll through my mind
by now, I guess I get the picture
a flash frame from that place in time
on this wall, I am a fixture

living life like a photograph
it's on my wall, then I own it
a snapshot of images of the past
a still frame of atonement

We got it made, in the shade
we get paid for the lives we take
another raid, we're not afraid
sling the blade for the government's sake

having fun, in the sun
there goes one more out of luck
another bomb, another gun
a running child is a sitting duck

we got it made, in the shade
we get praised for the lives we take
another slain, we're not insane
sling the blade for the governments sake

side by side but on different sides
standing over the line that divides
getting nowhere as opinions collide
the one with more is the one who decides

mind  over matter with nothing in mind
mind doesnt matter when its confined
staring into the eyes that are blind
the thoughts refuse to be combined

back to back but different directions
we cant make any kind of connection
my idea meets with your objection
your idea meets with my rejection

string along, string along
pull the twine you have me on
use my heart as your pawn
dragging me right into your con

string along, string along
play me like an old sweet song
string is weak, I am strong
I break away and now I'm gone

Everyone is a great actor
musicians are blessed

life can be so hard
you can only do your best
when every beat of your heart
feels like a bullet to the chest
these holes leave me scarred
the triggers of the test
every little shard
penetrates my vest

Object of game - to draw a circle around two words of equation. Then you must land other equations within that circle while it is spinning, without knocking the original equation off the globe oops i mean board. Shut up!

Rules - See object

Way to win - we tell you later

Grand prize - everything!

good
-------
bad

or choose your own words!

i saw a dead man today

how creepy

it was a real eerie thing looking at his eyes

his mouth

i wondered how he died

did he want to die?

i poked and prodded at him for a while

i wondered if he knew i was there

was he watching me?

did he have a spirit?

was he completely gone from this world?

he was so cold and stiff

did he feel cold and stiff inside?

or did he just feel that way to me?

i splashed water on his face

could he die again?

am i killing him?

yes and yes

i saw a dead man today when i looked in the mirror

I walk alone
on the path of pathogens
I am far from home
I am never coming back again

Defrost the cost of borders being crossed, the cross get tossed in the land of the lost, who's the boss and who's lost in the sauce, at a loss, up and down and across -- what do you choose, whose clues do you use, do you cruise beneath the news views, you choose to confuse as you choose, you choose to confuse, so you lose -- what's the name of this game the same claim to fame, the flame turns to shame and you disclaim the lame, became the blame to proclaim that came -- new turn to burn the urn of ill concern, too late to stir the churn of no return, you earn what you learn the spurn comes so stern -- you must leap to keep off the heap, don't keep sheep that you won't reap, don't sleep or weep it's steep but it's deep -- don't let the rain dampen your gain, the strain of pain can drive you insane, you catch the train to break the chain, to stake a claim, and make it to the plane, maintain  a frame in the main lane, clean up the stain left to remain