will you still love me
if I don't smile today?
if my tears fall like raindrops
and my world tears at the seams?
if my voice breaks when I talk
and I seek the comfort of dreams?

will you still love me
if I don't cheer up today?
if I sit rigid in silence
and spend the whole day in bed?
if I find solace in cigarettes
and don't keep myself fed?

will you still love me
if I don't laugh today?
if I keep my thoughts hidden
and don't say what I mean?
if I curl up in darkness
and stare at a screen?

will you still love me
if I don't calm down today?
if my patience wears thin
and snaps like a thread?
if my eyes no longer sparkle
and are absent instead?

will you still love me
if I don't smile today?

A boy frolics in a field of forget-me-nots
to the song in his heart.
Spinning, spinning, spinning…
until he falls in love with the music.

Rolling down hills to rolling up joints
and picking up a guitar.
The music crescendos…
His life has just begun.

The guitar is played daily.
Sitting on the front stoop,
amplifier plugged in—
a concert for the block.

Time continues to tick.
Life is getting hard.
The guitar is forsaken
just when he needs it most.

Making music no longer,
he turns to substance.
Spinning, spinning, spinning
out of control.

He needs the pain
to go away.
Needles at night
and sleep by day.

The man is tired
and lonely
as the endless darkness
inside him.

When the veil between worlds is thinnest
the man slips away
and finally
he finds his peace.

I feel like,
every burst
of ballons,
a lonely
soul
in
a saloon.

I'll tell you
a story,
as my
bulleit
bourbon
and
happiness,
dies in
in this story.

I've hurt children,
and I felt
so horribly bad
all about it.

I'm so dead
like dried up leaves,
I'm sorry Kate
for my Aftermath

You are a good soul,
that misfortune got to know,
you deserved better
and not such dark weather.

im getting better
but im scared for the downfall

No love is true or false
Love is love
Same for all
Sacred and pure.

It is just that
Some people love and
some only pretend.

What's been grown over,
with poison ivory
Green tastes of death,
as you struggle
with your breaths
Its been over taken,
My old life is missed.
Lips are a mask covered
Black and white colored
without a blue crayon
I can't cool my own death.

I never looked forward,
not even snaps so crispy,
The flesh of a lamb
I said to my dad
that I was alarmed,
Chickens are dumb
and the average cow,
but I won't eat the innocent.
Lambs are like best of pets
if you allow all of their lets.
Like doggies that are following,
They are of high intelligence
and the greed takers care of the rest.