I don't feel anymore.
No one's out there keeping score.
Things aren't as they were before.
I've been violated, ******.

There's no emotion at my core.
My heart is sealed, I locked the door.
I've no desire to search for more.
Everything around me, I abhor.

An endless ocean, can't see the shore.
The soldiers fight an endless war.
What's left of me is on the floor.
I don't feel anymore.

What do you do when there
are no more days
and the planet burns up,
from eternitys blaze?

What do you do when when there
are no more years
and the stasrscape wraps you
in a blanket of tears?

What do you do when the
still of the clock
brings the tale to a close
and the door becomes locked?

What do you do when the
moment, so terse
highlights the finale
of the whole universe?

Take me down to Broadway,
Let me hear the music play.
With a stiff drink in my hand,
There is where I want to stay.

I always love these Nashville nights,
no disagreements, no petty fights.
Just you and me and the music scene,
as we dance amidst the lights.

The manager yells out: "Last call!"
But I don't want leave the music hall.
Maybe just one final tune
before we heed the call.

At three a.m., we're still nice and warm.
The end of the night is taking form.
On to the street in the pouring rain,
we wander through the storm.

I always love these Nashville nights.
So many sounds, so many sights.
Now the shadows guide us home,
and we dream of new delights.

I am often asked:
"How can one find poetry in such a damaged and desolate world?"

The answer is simple:

Poetry can be found anywhere.

It is the sorrow that drives our tears,
the sunshine that brings us joy,
our companion in the darkness,
and that which guides us to the light.

It is the music of our spirit,
the gentle beating of our hearts.
The triumphant wind on the mountaintop,
a source of comfort in a rainy forest.

It is the scream of a father in pain,
the gentleness of a newborn child.
It is the chaos of a raging river
and the calm of a summers day.

Poetry can be found anywhere.

5...
4...
3...
2...
1...


Darkness.
All I have left is darkness.

No.

I can't do it.

I reserve the right to be as angry and stubborn as I want to be.

This is a vicious world.

and I cannot sit idly by while injustice tears us apart.

This stops now.

I will fight for what I must.

But I refuse to put blinders on

and pretend everything is okay.

If you're going down that road,
you'd better know the code.
They say cyberspace is wild,
if you don't get decompiled.

Colon slash slash,
the future's coming at you fast.
Click click click,
Let the website do its tricks.

Do you ever wonder why you're chosen,
as the screen just sits their frozen?
Or do you ever stop and think,
before you follow that next link?

Simple language, ones and zeroes.
Utter madness, villains, heroes.
It's my fixation, it's my drug,
At least until somebody pulls the plug.