Broken ties
Slanderous lies
And yet you laugh when someone dies?

I don’t know if you realize that the grape vine is thin
Like a curtain witch keeps less light out than in
But I can hear you down the hall
Though the wall
Speaking ill of the one I call my sister
And your words have not missed her

As I stand up here I still wonder why
You know she had a loved one die
You know she has problems of her own
Yet you try to deface her like she sits on a throne

She doesn’t even sit on a chair
She sits on a stool with only one leg at the center
She balances on it barely keeping straight
Cause her life is an earthquake
And she is about to break

Do you think you have no chair as well?
As if she had a better place in hell?
There is no better place in hell
IT’S
JUST
HELL

I once thought you were better than this
I once thought you were stronger than this
I once thought you held compassion in the midst of aggression
I once spoke up when others spoke ill of you

I remember your bright smile
I remember it once made my heart skip a beat
I remember how beautiful you looked
Was it only a mask?

Or does your mask have the power to chill?
For now, when I look at you I only feel icicles
But it is possible that I never have seen your true face at all

Broken ties
Slanderous lies
And yet you laugh when someone dies?

I wish I could have known you better but I am not up for the task
Because I can’t know anyone when they hide behind a mask

Run little Polish boy
Run in your field
Learn of your great land
And what it may yield
Learn little polish boy
Learn how to fight
Soon you will grow up
And protect what is right
Know little polish man
Know about freedom
Go to the foreign land
And do what must be done
Fight now you polish man
Fight for the cause
Even if you might die
They have freedom in their jaws

You fight for America
Right on freedom's side
You fight for what you believe in
As you risk your hide
You make friend with founding fathers
As you fight for their home
You construct an army fortress
To protect them as you roam
When the war is over
they give you riches when you go
But you spend it on freedom
That you've come to know
You give it to a founding father
To give up all his slaves
Then you get on the boat
And face Atlantic waves

Fight now you polish man
Fight for where you where born
Fight hard polish man
Charge at the bleeding horns
You die now old polish man
You can not fight no more
Dead is the polish man
With freedom in his core

This is a Tribute to Tadeusz Kouzico a polish war hero who fought in the American revolution

What is being a man?
Is it being as strong as you can?
Having a nice body and a tan?

Most believe masculinity is
About being able to fight
And while manhood is a struggle
I do not think this is right
Some say your not a man
unless you drink
But the alcohol limits your
Ability to think
Few say to be a man
You must break a heart
But I ask how much like a man do
you feel When yours breaks apart

Being a man is about being tough
But not so much that your exterior is rough
But enough to allow you to handle pain
To weather the hard times when their is something to gain

Being a man is protecting
those who are weaker than you
To help them in the bad times
So that they can see it though
Because no matter
What you do
One day you are going to need
Somewhere their for you

I hate all this bullying that makes
The children think they are tough
Causing their victims to **** themselves
When they have finally had enough
Causing a kid to **** them self
doesn't mean you are strong
It only means that your a monster
And you have been one all along

Too many times I have seen cutmarks etched over the arms of my friends The cuts made me sick as they cried the mental agony of the ones that I cared about. And I remember the first time I saw them and how I thought how ugly they where, not because my friend had done this to themselves but that the cruel creatures of our society had driven them to that point. That the monsters drove them to take that knife to a place meant for loving hands.

But ironically the more I cared and worried about these marks. The less often they'd appear. And although scars remain from their past like the memory of their dark time they still had hope. Just because someone cared enough to protect them from their own mind.

So I ask you who is the bigger man? The monster causing a blade to lick
The skin of someone who has done
No wrong
Or
The friend who made the marks of
That monster
Disappear?