Through the night they roam
in the cities they crawl
keeping to the shadows of the moon's bright glow
Seeking their prey
while hugging the wall
if you're on the list, you'll be dead by day
Assassins of the brave
Killers of the Fall
their victim's blood is what they crave
They stand eight in a row
as their shadows grow tall
and they line you up with the sights of their bow

...and with a toss of a hand, the boy slipped into the dark
begging, searching, crying,
screaming for someone to hear his pleading
pleading to stop the bleeding
bleeding out the last remaining hope of the night

The night, the Night
struggling little boy put up a good fight
listen to the laughter grows louder as he falls out
    of....sight
But the boy is boy no longer, only stronger
Heart heavy as an anvil, eyes cloaked in evil
the first voice steps out of the dark

This Depression....
obsession? regression? oppression?
The boy is man no longer, having stumbled again.
The boy is only abominal as his own mind descends
"HELP ME!", he screams, knowing the words only echo
   in....his........own.........

Tell me again why you are running away,
...forgotten yearning.
It seems to me like you've gone astray,
...very discerning.
I know you won't listen to what I've got to say,
...so concerning.
But it seems so selfish of you not to stay
...ever the casern king.
You always 've seen the world in a shade of gray
...endless murmuring.
I wanted, just once, to hear you pray
...useless stammering.
Just to know where your soul would lay
...'aven't started burning.
I tried to shape you, create form from clay
...too inurning
But it seems that I created a mess, a splay
...you're learning
Blinded, I just watched as you began to sway
...court's adjourning
And now your body ash as we prepare to bray
...just sojourning
My constant pushing led to this needless slay
...very secerning
Regrets of times past will be reminisced today
...un-upturning
And so, we say goodby one last time along the brae
...stop mourning
As we spread your ash to the wind on this spring day
...I'll be...ret..u..r...n.....i.......

Dear Lovely, my tormented fair-maiden
I write thou in love, transparent and unhidden
I know you seek answers that are hard to find
searching this soul and this ****** heart of mine
Seeking the signs of a lover's true intention
while hanging on the lips of every word mentioned
You look and you hunt through your longing
to discover if I am your true belonging
I know by the pause's in your words spoken
that you're trying to avoid another heart broken
I've been honest, dear Lovely, with every answer given
and as you slowly say my name I begin to give in

But these walls I create are for the protection
of a heart once fooled with misguided direction
Everything I do, I do for our future
so you know difficulty inherent with this suture
With caution I proceed, by no cause of yours
But from past loves I've learned there are no do-overs
I, with pounding heart, beg of thee, please understand
that on this earth we can walk hand in hand
But time heals all wounds, and these are freshly made
I can love and never leave, dear Lovely,
      once the scars begin to fade.

Strange how the mood changes when around comes Lovely
   from serious to funny in the span of a grin
   to laughing so much it should be a sin
but to describe how it happens, there's nowhere to begin

It might the subtle comments from Lovely
  leading one to believe she's cuddly and bitty
  then strikes at the mind with endless witty
then forges ahead leaving you in a tizzy

It could be the actions of one Miss Lovely
  navigating in circles till you roll over and cry
  yet you watch in wonder as she walks by
so you can see her sway like a lady so fly

From the ores of the mine comes this hunk of steel
transported and heated with vigorous zeal
expertly pounded in the heat of the deil
to ensure is strength is all but sealed

After cooling, the blade becomes a sharpened wedge
as lasers trace a name, then begin to dredge
packed and shipped with a solemn pledge
In a soldiers hands, this will be a victorious edge

Leather is tanned and cut to make the knife a rest
and is handed out to one of America's best
As the blade embarks on its woeful quest
It's owner will be safe with it at his chest

This is the Captain on 'na 1MC,
so crew, listen away.
There's a storm to the west,
and it's headed 'r way.

Avast, avast! Prepare for rough seas!
Lets get 'r vessel ****'ned down
'tisn't time for rest
so up 'n out of 'em racks, now

Get to yer spaces, e'ver they may be
batton da' latches
and secure gear adrift, for lest
'ou be h'rt by swinging hatches

If yer top-side, 'en you must flee
get inside if you can
And if 'ou remain out, then wear yer vest
Man-over board is not in the daily plan

Attention, Attention to the 1MC
This is the Captain spea....*
Joseph! Son, get some rest,
Or I'll throw you out to sea!

I don't write lyrics, but I do have flow
I don't write music, but I do have soul
I'm not an artist, but a picture I'll paint
  Sistine Chapel leaves you thinking I'm a saint
I don't play sports, but I do play minds
I'm not a catcher, but I still show signs
I'm not a racer, but I still cross lines

I'm not a witch, but I'll still cast doom
Not the undertaker, but I'll set up your tomb
Not a fortune teller, but I can spell your demise
I'm not a magician, but I can see your surprise
I'm not a gardener, but I can plant you in the ground
I'm not a devil, but hellish is my sound
  Demons in the room have come to stomp you down

I flow freely, 'cuz I'm a bad-*** poet
But I'm not all bad. Here, let me show it
I can make your heart beat to the sound of my melody
  Make you love-sick; I'm sorry, there is no remedy
I'm like soldiers in the dirt, always brave
I'm strong, and I'm bold, and I'm a slight knave
Always protecting innocence with the tip of a glaive
*  Now this time I must remember to hit save

I let my hands glide,
slide
ride up the back of your shirt
Flirting finger tips slowly dance a pas
stall
bra slips while other fingers edge your skirt
Gently waltzing the inside of your thighs
sighs
eyes closed as the sensations tingle and spurt
Violin fingers soon find a pantiless lip
slit
****, where strumming fingers begin to flirt
My lips start creeping down from yours
slower
lower until you're forced to remove your shirt
Rhythmic breathing gets heavier as my lips meet your chest
breast
invest my tongue along outlines of your vicious curve
Pressing with tongue and fingers until there is an uncontrolled moan
groan
hone in until resisted shivers race through before fingers insert
stroking you as tongue dances its way down gently
slowly
violently, your quivering lips utter a shaken moan to release a blissful squirt...

Too tired to understand
that the music inside my head
     forged nightmares on moldy bread
                         Oh look, my hand!
    Did you know that one band?
                    Wow! I found sand!
And officer, that is how it happened.

To the doctors in the room
   I'm a mental cased, half-crazed Insomniac
      on three days of possibly self inflicted mind space
         who can't decide on medically induced comas or Prozac
To the supervisors in the room
   I'm a potential hazard, a walking disaster
      bird-brained enough to end as scrambled gizzards
         who potentially could be as useful as worthless shinplaster
To the women in the room
   I'm a useless ***, nearly morbid
      too tired to mow the lawn in the mid-morning sun
          and too lazy to help with laundry, cooking, or raising kids
To the friends in the room
   I'm a constant joke, a hilarious prank
      mumbling non-sense with little need to be provoked
         laughing hysterically as they watch as my mind goes blank
To the voices in the room
   I'm a genius, an exasperated visionary
       I've have debated the complexities of owning a *****
          and the movements of my thumb is extremely revolutionary

Nothing here is ever as it seems
   O' Loathing, O' Self-pity
Curse thee as thy dance within my dreams
Invading whispers sent floating from the start
   Stopping all thoughts like a traffic in the city
Pressing my chest against my beating heart
Lethal to the lungs as it ***** at my soul
   Brain splatterings artistically unpretty
Yet, welcomely I embrace the voided hole
Longing for the coma that is sure to appear
   and to be sure, I'm not being witty
For the black would surely remove the untraceable fears
Relieving me of this awful self-loathing
   self-doubt, and self-pity
A swift defeat is the only solace for this whole thing
So this is how it appears to approach the inane
   I'll make sure it's not too gritty
But before I go, I must say, don't you go insane
For as I lay my head for one last rest, it seems
   I'll remember times before your lying bitty
And be assured to breathe in quivering sweet dreams

Steal the failing faith
fallen from the moving trains
boxcars, trampled stars,
unsettling rumors from porous scars
Forged on the blacksmith's lathe
Bloodied and barred, the laughter slowly bathes
Focus, Focus
tear away from this hocus-pocus
Absorbed in unwavering, clamorous doubt
Eyes that watch as you stumble about
muttering lies, stammering cries
observing the heart as it slowly dies
Happily forgotten, yet still  un-forgiven
Giving in is haphazardly driven
'Give it a wail', 'We'll never tell'
Then stand back and watch 'em fail
Falling, fading, never-ending
Visualize the further rending
Live and learn, hard to discern
Watch the Dreamers dreams begin to burn
Consider this path cruelly trudged through
As a warning meekly written to you

For set is the pain
heart's gain
Sustained! Your a mess
I'm impressed
       unless, you pulled the 'Grand'
heart in my hand
solid as sand, brain in my chest
Walking's what my hands do best
Twisted, and no less
Fore and for
                     the four, the floor
You slammed the door, such shame
You're not to blame
It's the fairest name says the Mirror's face
       Touching my eyes in disgrace
sub-scarred face, internal fingers
elbows that linger
knees of a choir singer,
I don't trust my thinking heart
and the tongue smells ****
         Beating brain's the start of the contusion
                             I reject your insulate solution
            Pardon the confusion

Today, today
I got the news today
A new father I am
Boy, what a wonderful day
So many things to say
and people to do...
Wait. Scratch that and reverse it.
Oh, yay!
I can't wait!
Paint the room and build a crib
And what will our parents say!?!
What should we say, and to whom?
Should we show them pictures of her womb?
Oh, hey!
Gotta buy bottles and diapers and...and...
those little cans of food...oh yeah
Got to go with the formula first.
Oh, oh and we got to get a new seat
and a car to put it in...
Wait. Scratch and flip that too...
Oh, I dare say
I hope its a boy!
I can take him to baseball games and say
'If you get real good this is where you'll play'
Or football, yes sir!
A real stud. Talk of our little town
When he gets older they'll look back to today
and point at the map to the high school
where I'm sure he'll always play...
Oh, nay!
A girl would be splendid
I'll spoil her till she's rotten
but I'll teach her the polite things to say
She'll be a scholar, a teacher, I'll mold her like clay
She'll be a princess, a leader, and speech'll be her forte
Or President, yes Ma'am
Lead this country to new places, new heights
thats right,
My daughter'll be a born leader
But first,
I'll take care of my wife all day
these nine months'll be long I hear
I'll cook for an army, despite what she'll say
because I know that as soon as she's done she'll say 'Dear...'
And I'll get her second's, or third's and I'll rub her feet
I'll wash my hands of course, and then I'll listen
Place my ear on my child to hear a kick as it plays.
Oh, I can't wait
Today, today
I got the news today
A new father I'll be
What a wonderful day!

So sick of me
being sick of you
being sick of us
and all the things we do
Now listen, baby...
     baby
Wish it were all made up
nothing but a dream
living like a ghost
nothing's what it seems
I'm going crazy...
     baby
Want to forget the truth
starting with your name
and all the things you said
nothing but a game
Everything you're saying...
     baby
Everything I said
once upon a time
was what I believed
now its just a crime
Hope you're realizing...
     baby
These are all just tears
falling from my life
'cuz there was a day
I'd 've made you a wife
Heart's lamenting...
     baby
Gotta fix my life
gonna start right here
throw away these pictures
and crack me a beer
*Erase your memory...
     baby

I am the slayer of the shadows
Conqueror of the Night
I wield the sword of the Suns
and I cast upon the grounds
the tormentors of fright.
But it seems the the dark has the upper hand
for this world needs more heroes like me
I alone fight as hard as I can
but the brighter I shine in this land
the stronger the shadows I can see
For every darkness that I defeat
in the name of a thousand suns
The blacker the world becomes.
If there were other heroes like myself
wielding the sword of truth, justice, and light
than there will be no place for the dark to hide
and the world would be a free of evil and hate
But alas, I fear that heroes are few and far between
And I should lay down my sword, for without my light
there would be nothing to fear, as there would be nothing to fight.

So there once was a rut
that a simple mind did make.
But has the mind grew stronger
It realized that it was stuck.
There once was a well
where the mind drank inspiration.
But the well has since dried up
and creativity the drought did quell

...and upon seeing her ragged clothing
he di'th proclaim, "Alas,
young *****, maiden of America's blood,
where be your books, or the flame and torch?
I'd known thee face anywhere, and avas',
I'd known ye father to be wealthy, of course!"
And with shame in her eye, she took a gander
up the street and then back down, befor'a reply,
"My stars are gone, and my stripes been forsaken,
father has taken innocents and turned them'a slander."
With a glance that appeared to the man to be a plea,
she nervously turned to him with a hoarse whisper,
"Upon these streets I've been cast, shamefully a *****.
Men in suits take my food, and the men of fame keep me cloaked.
The men who speak news on'a radio fill my ears with promise,
and the teacher at the school house fills my head with old lore.
The preacher speaks of God as I stand naked before him
and the peasants throw rocks by direction of a crooked shamus."
The man, with a tear in his eye, reached down from his station
grabbed the ***** hand draped in chains, and with a gentle tug
pulled her up into heaven, lit white with undieing salvation
And he cried, "You're safe here child, free of a crippling nation.
Safe from corrupt companies and celebrity endorsed robbery,
News mutely broadcasted by a governmental eye,
Mind numbing words of public teaching,
ungodly men of unenforced preaching,
And the long arm's short-sighted snobbery."
And with an Eagle's cry and the ringing of the cracked bell,
Libertas stood up and proclaimed, "Only when my child is unbroken,
Shall all men again be free! Let these be my last words spoken!"

Deep in the woods, where the lazy creek bends
is a clearing where a solemn manor stands
Wind worn bricks now a rustic brown
are tinted red in the mid-morn lown
At the bend where the water trickles so slow
a single tree stands, shading the suns glow
Its mid-autumn colors match the manor walls
as we sit beneath and watch their gentle falls
A cool breeze blows, swaying the tall green grass
rippling, like a stone tossed in a lake, with each gentle pass
Moving enough to brush back your summer hair
revealing a face so beautiful and fair

Strange, really
How there's no warning to the faucet
Or which words holding the trigger
will suddenly appear and show its face
O' words, how violent you are
There was a time when I looked forward
to the curvy letters of your body
stretching across the plain plane
Turning a white empty line to colorful inspiration
With words like love, happiness, and joy
given to me by thou, giddy and gay
But now I see,
That words were used as weapon
Violently beating upon my soul,
Drummer or Gunner, the effect the same
Ringing ears and burnt eyes from you letters
Using this canvas as a carnival of hurt
Using words such as Hate, Anger, Sorrow
Their dangerous curves bringing with a terrible allure
But I can asure
That I too can wield these weapons
Twin hilted swords of Fruitless and Revenge
Double barreled Pain and Failure
and the ones that shot me down from the skies
The cannons of Hate and Anger.
I however,
Tired and beat down
Love licking my wounds
Sleeping joy of memories past
Keep me from retaliation.
I love your letters, But I hate you Words
Without letters you are useless
But without words, I'm speechless
O' how I hate thee, cruel words
Strange, really

What is a Jent?
It could be a gent, but alas
It is far from refined.
Is it feverishly loud?
Does it make a sound?
Well no, it doesn't so
Silent does make a Jent
Although, they still make a point
to show they're 'eaven sent.
A Jent is likely to throw away
the pretty flowers you sent,
with not so much as a smile
or a whiff of the wafting scent.
A Jent is nice to your face,
but don't turn your back
Because in their hearts are a dent
and they are resilient and bent
to make a scene and cause a cry in any place.
And never lend a penny to a Jent
For before you can say 'Heaven sent a bent gent'
He'll take your money and before you know
He's showing off all the pennies spent.
And when you ask for'a re-pay
He'll scoff and silently say
He needs it for gas or he has to pay rent
Be on the look-out for this Jent
Jerks, and silent they are
Take the money you lent
and insult your dress in one breath
So if confronted by a Jent
just tell him to stay pent,
forget his rent, he can sleep in the tent
for he is not 'eaven sent
and he'll deserve what he gets.

Round, Round
Oval track bound!
Speed is the name
Engine roar the sound
Tire marks on the ground
and on the walls, the same
The thunder will astound;
Overwhelmingly loud
Bumping, Grinding,
Sponsored by fame
and money to be found
Race to first, rub and pound
A trophy to claim
But not before yellow flags
Hot fuel and orange flame
Straight away drags
Heated tempers, fingers pointing
Untamed revenge, who's to blame?
And this was just the practice rounds
Exciting, thrilling, action abound
A day at the races, Love the sound!

I need a hug,
a pillow may do.
I can bury my head and yell, *******.
I can squeeze it as hard as I want as I sob,
strangling the life out of the lifeless feathers
Throw it across the room, against the wall
and pick it up, knowing it will let me hug it still
Yeah, I don't need you for a stupid hug.

I need a beer,
a tall one will do.
I can bury my mind in dizzing sobs,
Yelling ******* at the side of the can,
I can squeeze it till it crushes under my grip
smiling at the sound of its struggling tin skin
Throw it across the bar, into the trash
letting my sorrows drown in the **** colored drink
Yeah, I don't need you for a stupid beer.

I need a long kiss,
fifteen minutes ought to do.
I can bury my tongue into her throat,
gasping for air as we struggle to breathe
I can squeeze my lips around hers
and I'll relish the lipstick staining my shirt
Throw it across my heart, stained in red
letting your memory dissipate in ravenous lust
Yeah, I don't need you for a stupid kiss.

Hush now, child
It hurts, make it stop!
I can't make it stop hurting child, only you can
But how? It hurts so bad!

Clouds float, drifting over trees that sway
Formed from water of lakes in a valley
White above its waterside where birds fly
Over the mountain tops the clouds turn grey
Darkening skies in the eye of a distant land
Looming fearsomely across many hearts
Yet, in the desert where your nightmares play
The dark clouds bring blessings in it's rain
Pouring to form the oasis of hope and love
Giving solace and strength while you lay

Believe child. Be strong. Promise me.
(Silent nod)
This pain you feel will guide you, child. Follow the sound of the howling wind until you find your fear, child. Only then can you conquer your past. Only then will this pain fade.
......
Promise me, child.
I promise.* This would be the last time I would see her. Looking back, she seemed to know that the end was drawing ever closer. I wish I could have known then, too. Then maybe, just maybe...

I lost you at the start of this inception
A process to change your haunted perception
Fight it, fake it,
Falling for my perfect deception
Do you have the mettle,
to allow this poison to settle?
Embrace this ugly infection
Sickness by forced injection.
For you don't have the strength to last
against the twisted demons of your past
With one lonely taste, the devil awakes
With the blood of angels, your lips are stained
You have fallen, sinner, lost all you've gained
Repent now? Too late!
There will be no objection
To this marriage of misconception
Your pain truly hides inside this illusion
My presence will only further push
your bending mind into seclusion

You haven't given me one silly reason
To lend you my hand
Is it your plan,
To continue onward with this treason?
Change? Unseen by the turning season
This was all a lie, you won't get by
This is where monsters come to die
I control this twisted dream,
The honorable seizin
Let me lead you to the stream
Where your ears can drown in haunting screams
We can rinse your lying lungs clean
Tear the tears from the obscene
To burn your eyes, a brutal reception
Savor the harshness of this deception

They say, The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain
But I blame, in vain, the rain for the insane, you see
This plain pain hasn't the same name, nor the same game
For the rain's pain is the same sane as they claim
And since the pain's shame resides mainly in Spain,
Neither the rain nor Spain is to blame for the insane, so now
This sane can claim the uneven plane's plain's the name to blame

But the strife of life is held under the knife of a wife
Where strife runs rife throughout the wife's life
The knife, learning from the fife, plays with the life
While the fife excites life, the knife excites strife
The wife with the knife is at fault, fact or fake?
Is the knife to blame for the strife of the wife's life?
Or the fife for teaching the knife to play with strife?

This just goes to show that no one knows the real rose
For the rose, in it's thorny clothes, just shows the nose
The smell, a pose, so close, tingles the nose till it glows
But the finger, too close, chose to trust the nose's prose
Blame the rose who proposed the show and showed the pose?
Or the nose, whose clothes glowed from the smell of the rose?
The finger couldn't 'ave known the true pose of prose from the rose to the nose.

Driving around this valley of sheets
When I see a IHOP and realize
that a sudden hunger has come over me
They say Come Hungry, Leave Happy, and
with one glance at your buns, perfectly made
I realize that I have been staring far too long.
Like Taco Bell, I should Think Outside The Bun
But as I pass a Burger King I begin to wonder
how many possible ways there really are
to Have It Your Way, and as I lay you down
I smile at the thought of how wonderful the taste
of each one of your Baskin Robbins 31 Flavors will be.
While I start to undress you I pause, hesitant
With your smile and slow rhythmic breaths
a song bursts into my head with a just one tip
as if I'm at Cold Stone, and I think, just Let Yourself Go.
"Where to start?" I ask as I glance up at Subway
and I am reminded that I should always Eat Fresh.
I should go in slow, but I dive right in like a bucket of KFC
The scent of you, so enticing. The taste, Finger Lickin' Good
I'll savor every moment, and by the subtle McDonald's arches
that your back resembles, I'm Lovin' It and so are you.
I grab a handful at ******* and realize that this poem
is Delightfully Tacky, Yet Unrefined. Nonetheless,
I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are ready
Asking the same question that they ask at Wendy's
Where's The Beef?

Light
Brightly it burns
Removing the darkness
From unadjusted eyes who fear
Preying on the weak and powerless
Those who find solace in the shadows
Exposing the faults of the expressionless
Shining light on the secrets of the guilt ridden
Sorrowful souls harshly ****** into view
Forcing the pain to be relived, renewed
Displayed for the cruel world to see
Self proclaimed justice paraded
Timid stillness abused
Self-righteous bliss
Ignorant muse
Explain

When the darkness of night settles around me
and the silence of the dark grows louder
I find myself thinking,
dreaming,
clinging to the wisps of memories
escaping from behind closed eyes
glistening with an old lover's flame
Oh, how I long for those days
ghosts of lives past, reminding
finding,
hiding themselves in my present life
contently discontent in the twists and turns
to jump at me without a proper notice
your voice, hidden in songs of the past
soft and sweet, gently spoken upon
the ears of the hurting,
soothing,
removing the present stresses of the day
Your face, dancing upon my eyes
eyes of the mentally broken, forcing them closed
Healing the mind, if only temporarily mending,
tending,
rending my best days pale in comparison
to the resounding beauty of your eyes alone
And yet, I write, hoping to find solace
away from the bitter taste of my present place
that your memory reminds me of, yet
your name, common as it may be, keeps reminding
rewinding,
unbinding the cords that contain that sliver
releasing a sudden rush of emotion that is uncontrollable
never knowing what to expect
a tear, a chuckle, a sigh
They torture me from the inside out
and yet I cherish every second of the pain
silently hoping it doesn't fade while praying
that the end comes quickly, if only to save face
To hate the feeling would be to hate everything
severing,
suffering the pains I'm not ready to face
of letting go of all the memories that hold you in
But to love these feelings, would be to hate where I am now
This present life, this reality with her
In comparison to others, there's no comparing,
relating,
relenting her image against the memory of your touch
I can't face these thoughts either
so I sit here, contorted in emotional pains
deciding how long I should listen to you today,
Beautiful angel, fair in face
wonderful by thy name, sing me your grace

Down this dark and crimson road
lies the history, the past
darker times of the failing frail spirit
Strong once upon a time, but life's brambles
many sturdy thorns, poke and stab
slowly sapping the strength while turning
these lowly roads many shades of red
Memories of these pains, told by many
growing pains they said, they'll go away,
one day. but your hindsight says that
the words of the forgotten have begotten
the open wounds of the sorely mis-trodden
Mistakes mistakenly taken leaves you aching
for a way to erase such merciless memories.

I beg of you, implore you
listen to the song of the past
as painful as the sound may be, listen
look from another angle, take the positive perspective
that dark and crimson road has led you here
the crimson is from the memories past, you say
but I say its from the lessons learned along the way
Dark as it may be, it led you straight to today's light
This is not an ending for the gloom that hides your mind
Stop searching with eyes down for a spoon along a road of forks.
Look up and see that the signs are not as dimly lit as you once presumed
This is not the end of the book, for the story must continue
That crimson past is just the beginning, just the prelude.

Cocky?
I beg to differ
There is someone out there
that is much better than me
So I don't believe, for one second
that i'm...

Conceded.
A word applied
To the beautiful people without
beautiful minds, embraced
by the ones less intellectually fecund
than they are...

Brazen.
Polished? I am.
Your feelings? Your worries?
*******. I disregard not with brashness
But with angelic cause as my own problems
are significantly more...

Tectonic.
Shifting focus from
your meager existence
as my shear presence fills this page
Outraged? You created these proems
when daily topics I...

Eclipsed.
Full moon rising.
The lighthouse to your sinking vessel
I am not the best, but I am the best of
the better of you and your kind, lower-class
no offense, I speak...

Truth.
And the pain it brings
I don't worry about such things
I don't discount, but I do surpass
Their muggle mind with poise and sass
Dare I say I'm not cocky, just...

Confidently better than you.

Hello, Hello
You avenger of the dark
I see you sulking, waiting
Are you hunting or do you fear the light,
Vampire?

Vampire, Vampire
This place is your temple
Your victim the lamb
Are those fangs for blood or romantic
Desire?

Desire, Desire
Hearts pumping life
Lovers hunting lovers hauntings
Do you fear the cross or the sun's
Fire?

Fire, Fire
Set to burn
Sent to blaze
Shall I burn your world or show you the
Empire?

Empire, Empire
Watch it grow
'Till it crashes and falls
Will you save yourself, or feed on the ******,
Vampire?

Dear Mrs. Lorraine;

It brings me a great deal of pain
to tell you that for the third time
(and really this should be a crime)
that the score on your credit
you gave us was not how you said it

We know that the offer sent in the mail
said no credit check, but read the fine print
it said that that was on approved credit.

So with all the due respects, we respectfully
and with understandable distain, regretfully
must inform you that your credit has been declined
and if you must so be inclined
to ask why we even bothered writing this letter
we, by local and state law, (and mostly the latter)
are required to inform you that you are worth nothing
zero, zilch, nada. So with respect and courtesy
stop sending in applications, for you see

This company is trying to go green
and with every application you **** another tree
And also, with a courteous plea
(and this is just between you and me)
I am really getting tired of staying after hours
to write the responses to these repeated declines.

So if you could do us all a favor, stop replying to
the falsely advertised credit cards we send you
This will take an effort on your end, because
the marketing department won't remove you
from the mailing list without just cause.

-We greatly appreciate your business-
Sincerely from the credit department;


-*Chris

White Rabbit, White Rabbit
what's the hurry, what's the rush?
You act hurried and annoyed
But this is really just a ploy
to get us to dive down the hole

White Rabbit, black magic
messanger of the evil queen
forced to run, forced to lead
trickery and nonsense of fools
leads the foolish to be forced
to run, to follow
your hurry becomes our hurry

White Rabbit, We're Alice
and with ignorant bliss
we just keep diving down the hole
with your white room and straight jacket
we are helplessly losing control
What to do? What to do!
Your late White Rabbit
so quickly, lead your Alice
down this dead end road

Can you feel the rumble?
Gathering force in the close distance?
Feel the power of uneasiness coursing,
pulsing
rushing through the very bones of the humble.
Minding the madness in the foreboding future,
do you fear the coming rain?
insane
In vain, in vein is where the worry does bumble.
Or do you stare in wonder of the flashing awe?
Where lightning strikes across the face of clouded,
shrouded
clouted minds of awe-struck and stumble.
These are forces of the fearful foes
striking iron with lighting flashes,
clashes
stashes of memories induced by the low grumble.
But I, For I, Because I am brave and I am strong
I do not fear the thunder but long for its embracing,
retracing,
re-placing my woes and all of my troubles
with brave courage and a strong spirit
and imbuing its strength into my Heart
Mind
Soul
And with a flex of my muscle, let the rumble
Roar across the land, across the sands,
Mountains and valleys, oceans and lakes,
Let my fury strike with the speed of light
and let my courage rain into your soul.
For I, I am the coming storm.

The feelings left unchecked
your anger, your hate
brings about the failure of the times
the ties
the lies
the crimes that go unnoticed
to all but the one involved
pleaful cries fall upon the ears
of your deaf justice
Your gangs, your fangs
grow longer with every hateful spat
that is muttered behind doors of glass
with gold plated name plates
pin-stripped suits in-which egos inflate
unlawful crimes of ****** and sins
of economic proportions
While you borrow money from the poor
and put the debts to the world at a record
high
collective sigh
stifled cry from the unheard public
whose ears are buried with gossiped dirt
celebrities, foreign wars, local criminals
whose eyes are burned with the images
of starving children and destroyed cities
and while the nation's shoulder cringes
you filthy lying gnat
in the ear of the press
talk of progress
while the truth you suppress
Your value of a dollar is distorted
you man of power
and as homes crumble in dis-repair
I shall see you in your final hour
pleading to the court room of the down-trodden
mislead, misguided, spirit rotted
poor, the little man you stepped on
And when that little man seems to be a giant
And your empire comes tumbling down
I will see to it that your crimes are exposed
murderer of the nation's exquisite dreams
extortionist, economic terrorist
And I'll be the first to step upon the rubble
So laugh it up now, CEO
Because we will have our day, our way
Our Justice

Reality isn't what it seems to be
it isn't touch, nor sound
it isn't a taste, nor is it visual
reality is what is perceived
what is believed
what is understood to be true
even when the memory is not
when the heart makes up its mind
and the mind draws up its own conclusion
then that is reality
even when its wrong, unjustly created
what is real? what is not?
why what one person sees isn't the same
as what the next person saw? felt? heard?
is one of them wrong? if so, than how is it proven
or how is it dis-proven? video tapes and voice recorders
can only prove or disprove the event.
not the feeling that was felt, or the mental strain
that was placed. How can something feel so right
to one person, yet complete tear down another?
one thing felt so good, yet it was so bad for you?
there is no spoon, nor is there a hand to hold it
for as your mind bends to the force of your own thoughts
the labyrinth that it creates spins your reality into something
different, irrecoverable, irrevocable, irresponsibly
I stand here, looking terrible in your eyes, and with love
mirroring the effects of the icy stare
I stand here, looking terrible in my own eyes.
this is reality
unfixable? unforgivable? unimaginable?
maybe
but if there is a chance to fight the reality
to bend the spoon
to show you that my reality is not your reality
then...maybe
for this is real, with two different realities

No amount of preparation can get
me ready for your leaving here
I thought my mind was all set
emotions in check, or so my heart
was told. But since you walked out
with temporary good-byes and bags in hand
this terrible mind let loose this feeling of doubt
this feeling of hurt, sadness, longing
Knowing that you will come right back
If Uncle Sam would only let you try
then my heart wouldn't lose track
When we talk it's short, but not sweet
I know you'll be back but the questions arise
Will you still remember the feelings,
Are you still mine? Or am I in for a surprise?
I know the answers, but the thoughts still come
unannounced, uninvited, unveiling
the reality of my mental state, this outcome
should not be happening, I was prepared,
steeled, ready, to ship you off for your tour
You were gone two minutes, and I want you
in my arms one last time, before the memory is sour
I can't sleep in your absence, as hard as I try
because in my sleep you are right here
sleeping at my side
Insomnia, you're my enemy, so come right in
and Worry, you're unwanted, so sit and lets drink
These beers aren't easing like I hoped this binge
would ease the unbearable weight, I suddenly feel
with my soul in the Hindenburg, and my heart the Titanic
I feel let down, destroyed, but I know in my mind
that you are coming back, so I should not panic
If I send you a card, would you smile at the thought?
If I send you a letter, would you read it over again?
Or if I send you a picture would you hold near to your heart?
I feel I know the answer, just as before
but is it really possible to understand
and to know that for sure
I want you back here, so bad it seems
that this pen as taken control
I may have gotten carried away in my ramblings
but I don't care, this is all I've got
I love you, my dear sweetheart
come quickly if you can
I've swept up whats left of my heart
And I'm holding it together the best I can

An innocent brush, an accidental touch
across my skin, across my heart
and yet you are wonderfully oblivious
to the leaps in my chest, and as such
I steal another contact from your bliss
this longing is my healthy addiction
and while you don't think it's much
this addiction as gotten a grip on me
my mind is begging
my heart is aching
my soul is crying out
with heartbeats racing, you're the clutch
that keeps my mind in this constant revving
and all this is just in a heart beat, an eye blink
and to think I can get this from a single touch
when I grab your hand, and you feel it's annoying
just remember that I just need my fix
I don't want to stop this feeling, so be my crutch
help me feel this high, feel this love
knowingly or not, I want to hold your skin
so I can soak in your addictive touch