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.

It just takes one
to brighten your day
from a passing stranger
or a good friend

It just takes one
to make a your day
from a friendly stranger
or a close friend

It just takes one
to darken your day
from a hurried stranger
or a bold friend

It just takes one
to ruin a day
from an angry stranger
or a not-so-close friend

To my disdain...

Their stare, violent in nature
and here I thought for sure
the papers, the newscasters
     (for vultures they are)
would see, would glee
at the ugly underneath
from all the slander and banter
that I could gather to slather
upon the wound of your economy
to cover the scars of your villainy
with boasts of your generous chivalry
and yet, the eyes of the vultures mutter disparagingly
about warfare, murders, and highway robbery
as leaders of the Moons, and the Five Red Stars
lick their lips in harmony at your display
They're ready to clip your wings 'O War Eagle
to ***** the flame 'O Lady of Copper
You must strive to prove your regal
Or soon will be our day of violent upheaval

Moving at the speed of slow
comfortable in this minor pace
Approaching my ultimate goal
mesmerized at the escalator's glow
green lit stairs on this moving staircase
taking me up with its mechanical soul

Being coddled my entire life, this is normal
no need to exert any unneeded energy
following the fast track without intent to stop
parents paid for a school that is formal
educated privately into the business synergy
gray suits and fortune await for me at the top

With a screech and a ****, the beast halts
accidents happen, but how do we react?
With my escalator stopped, how do I proceed
Without trial by fire, conflict, or faults
Unprepared and contemplating this life impact
I sulked in anger, blaming others that I won't succeed

I see the goal at the top, but its distance is intimidating
How do I reach for that goal if this escalator is broken?
I've never moved forward one complicated step in my life
The terrain is not difficult and the path isn't winding
Then I heard a voice, (my own thoughts?), softly spoken
'It's a staircase you idiot, take a step, you're hardly in strife'

Spirited Detective, finder of souls lost deep
place pen to paper and let the burning stokes seep
etch your place among the dead and dying
Let the ink become your words, your command
And let the paper become your action, your hands
Write their death, 'O prophet!


Become! Become,
  the finder of hunted men gone
  the hunter of warriors from depths so long
  the warrior and tip of the Angel's Sword
Let your pen become your weapon
Let your paper become your tactic
Let your wisdom be your shield
Oh, Seeker of Men, save the Angels
And never let your pen yield

Forgiving the initial insane
with news abstained
ingrained
in-brain
retained
by the unrestrained
emotions, untamed
untrained
explained
by lab coats
clipboards
needles and pain
hurt, in vein
struggled in vain
to obtain
the truth refrained
by lips restrained
from medical terms
and privacy red tape
and while our hearts yearn
the anticipation escapes
from voices shaken and strained
by family, friends, staff, and passer-by;s
as a single word has stirred
emotions, devotions
a word better left unheard

Cancer

You sent me a text message today
It had hearts and smiles
and it read the words 'I love you'
I don't think there is an easy way
to say how bad you missed,
    (it was by miles)
I really hated it.

When your name appeared on the screen
my heart sank
and I feared that it would crack
Because sliding open a phone isn't the same thing
as you sliding in the passenger seat
as we tear up the town in that old tank
Reading your name aloud in this quiet place
just doesn't reverberate the same
as it does when it is whispered to your face
and I may have a strong imagination,
but I just can't picture it the same
when I read 'I love you' to myself
because it doesn't sound like it does
when it's uttered from your lips
      with silent concentration

You sent me a text message today
it had hearts and smiles
   ...and I frowned

Story time children
gather 'round
for the tale of the man
consumed by sound

It all started with the turn
of a stereo ****
and a CD of a step left dubbed
that allowed the bass to explode
in the place
in the face
of a man innocent to the sub

When he awoke, slightly dazed
bass in his ears
eyes slightly glazed
he listened closely, intently
and was amazed

at the length of the drop
and the strength of the bass
tried to cover ears to make it stop
but found broken wrists rapping
tapping
to the beat, bass, and pounding space

heart attack, heart attacked
by bass and beat and beat and beating
of feet as they started to move
fleeing, fleeting, as they started to groove

Shocked by the abuse his brain was taking
he didn't think of stopping the movements
his body started making
hips popping, arms locking,
twisting, contorting, spastic
as his body was dropping

And as the bass rocked, so did his mind
each length had resistance dropping
each bump of bass had adrenaline pumping
jumping
coursing, pushing the drug through veins, so right
making him feel so, so light
despite

the heaviness his chest felt
keys on keyboards run, leaving him winded
lungs on fire, ready to implode
and when he couldn't take any more
the music silenced, rescinded

Lying broken on the floor
he begged and begged for
the speakers to speak no more
but as his shaken voice left his mouth
his fingers did reach
and with an addictive touch
and he knew what the rest of the night held in store

The feelings of broken minds
the rage
Creeping, freaking
feeling sage
I think thinking's speaking
from a rattled cage
And speaking's shrieking
has soured my brain

I feel clutter by thoughts
in a crowded room
Jilted by vocabulars
on an empty tome
Deafened by the silence
of the un-assumed
Subdued like a man
by a woman's perfume
Left here in a vacuum
vaguely confused

A desk, a chair
the blankness that exists
the door is barred
but I must escape this
Eyes are so distant
as I attempt to resist
Erasers and pencils
put papers in places
Desktops to blacktops
puts distance to this mess
Forgive me, my Writings,
this begins my hiatus

I see you staring at me
Dressed in red, laced in black
I can hear your innocent cherry beckoning
You have twenty-three flavors I lack
I start by grabbing those cans
A double ****** stack

Moving higher, I finger your top
until your beauty has been successfully unveiled
It is only now that I catch a waft
of your scent, my nose now entailed
and without hesitation by my tongue
My mouth sets sail

My eyes close slightly as my hands move
bringing joy as your cans meet my face
I slowly tilt back as I sip your goodness
liquid love slips down my tongue with haste
My dear cherry Dr. Pepper, I must say
No other drink beats your taste!

The end is near
with signs of gloom
the end of summer
where winter looms

Lets not get down
without a good reason
'cuz now it's time
for football season

So grab some chips
some salsa and beer
and tune into football...
The Season is Here!

Screams of the deranged
Into the night, full of fury
Black tipped roses arranged
Into a vase, ribbon laced
Medicated mind, controlled
Within the one to be used
Experimental abuse, skin cold
Sand slips down the time-keep

"Do it." whispers the black-tipped petals of roses

Whispering thoughts of the ******
Is this love?     Yes
Ropes tied tighter with a lustful hand
Bruises reaching inner soul
Soul of a single rose is dropped
As a loving plea is softly spoken
Fading voice immediately popped
Pleasure for the drugged mind

"Do it!" chuckles the blackening petals of roses

Slowing sands in the time-keep, felled
Sobering mind on drugged love
Unmedicated reality unveiled
Sorrowful hands loosen bands
Crows flurry in flight, startled
As sobs of hurt fight the drugs
worthless     blur is fading, unfurled
Bodies on the floor of pain
Shouts of anger as a soul slipped
Was it lust? Was it drugs?
Medicated hell was dipped
Too far? Too dark?
Breath of life gasps, forced

"Do it!" hisses the reddening petals of roses

Promises are made, real or hoaxed?
Liar
Was it life saved or life spared?
If promise of healing is true
Then life has been saved
But if the fallacy of the addicted
Proves to be too strong to resist
Then the sands will flow uncorrected
And the roses shall again fade to black.

Today
I woke up and stretched
My favorite thing
Then I went for a walk
My next favorite thing
Then I ate some food
My other favorite thing
Then I took a nap
More of my favorite thing
Then we went to the park
My most exciting favorite thing
Then I peed on a tree
My best favorite thing
Then I played fetch
My super favorite thing
Then we went home
My coolest favorite thing
Then I ate dinner
My yummiest favorite thing

Then I went to bed....
and dreamed of tomorrow....
and all of my things....

*More of the yummiest, coolest, and other super exciting, best favorite things!

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

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

I believe...

Like wind beneath the swallow's wings
Our love shall too have height
Verily, verily; as these two hearts sing
Everlasting fires doth burn bright

Yesteryear is out of sight
Order this year doth not bring
Unveil the dark with brand new light
...and love me to the end of the trail so winding

Trapped inside a mongrel's mind,
  twisted, turning, lurid, divine
Aimlessly wandering halls, dimly lit
by candles on the walls
  where spiders like to sit
where I come across a case
  wooden and dusty
filled with books neatly spaced
  the spines filled with foreign words
and stood up by tigers
     either mis-colored or rusty

Examining the books with gentle care
when something caught my eye's corner
with a glance to the left and with great rise
was the grand spiral stair, where
  splayed meekly on the rise of the walls
was the blood of men and a statue of great size
A serpent, fangs dowsed in rustic red blood
and tail curled around with eyes beading above
seemed to smile with a large bulge along its golden belly
With shudder I wondered what beast sated the statues hunger

My feet, frozen in wonder of serpents message
did not venture forward as my eyes read the ****** paint
For, as my eyes gazed at the dried blood, I noticed sound so faint
Drip. Drop. Drip. Down the rail of the grand old stair
  dripped water onto the marble floor, puddling there
And in the pool of the water, a message did reflect
The symbols were foriegn, yet I read them anyway
How, I couldn't suspect and who could say
Even as I muttered the words I backed away in respect

*This is the easy way to heaven,
                    or so say the men where holywater's bestowed
 But this is where the Serpent herds his devon,
                    You may climb the stairs, but down his throat you'll go

Heard a murmur through the slats
so I opened my blinds and saw a finch
brightly colored and full of song
singing tunefully in the dreary dawn

Found a cage, gold and large
I showed the finch and beckoned gently
the finch gazed into the golden room
and then he sang me another tune

  Thank you, Thank you, the finch sang
  but I must decline the shelter you offer and
  for, you see, sang the songbird, I fly free
  you are a kind soul, and that is plain as sand
  but the open skies and seeds of spring
  is where my heart wants to be

Saddened, I shut the cage door as the finch flew away
I offered food and endless love
and all you had to do was stay between my walls
but now I sit wandering if you're singing under an eagle's claw.

I dream in the present
where my body resides
eat, sleep, work, resent
            repeat
But with phone at my side
I sleep, dancing in the future
Racing in the rain
kissing away the pain
Partying, shopping,
living in the now that isn't
Remembering today as a past
that starts driving back my sane

You can say my head's in a cloud
I'm looking too far ahead
For you'd be right
I choose to ignore this bad
ignore the present sound
and move as swiftly as the second hand can trot
towards tomorrow's finish line

I was watching the weather reporter explain jet-streams
and I'm not sure I understood
but I think I got enough, it seems
so that my plan can go as it should.

Its been really hot here lately
the pavement burns to the touch
the western summer air is set to baking
It can evaporate a pond before lunch

I was thinking of sending you a postcard
something with trees, or the beach
but buying an impersonal picture ain't so hard
(and besides, they're $3.99 each!)

So I decided to send you my love
in a way that isn't plain
I'm sending over a tiny cloud, Love
'cuz I know that you love the rain

I'm gonna pour some water on to the ground
and if what I've learned about jet-streams is true
I'm gonna wait for it to disappear into a cloud
and watch the wind blow this straight to you

Forgive me. This I pray
to the demons and shadows
that haunt the day
I've got no more patience,
only tension, to keep war dogs at bay

To the stress of the eve,
Down I say!
Relax your torture; calm your steed
Gallop no further into the night
Patience is a virtue, 'nd I've run dry I believe

Hush child, calm your nerve
I'm an adult now,
corroded and perverse
Scream no longer about the weight of the world
I can carry you, fend for you,
    give you what you deserve

I'm the air that escapes through quivering lips
the shiver in the bones beneath heated skin
Distant is the gaze from a soul behind dark eyes
Dismissed are my actions behind veiled sighs
But you have no idea what my dreams can show you

The kisses of death; so gentle, so sweet
The laughter of the poor, the beaten, the meek
Wind spills, pouring from smoke filled rooms
Fumes, as love's anger explodes into blooms
And darkness is fading in; and in darkness I lose

I am the whisper among the valley's trees
the venom in the waiting of passive bees
Behind me is hurt trails winding away
In front, a heart so passionately splayed
This is where the wind pauses; what'll it choose?

On silver platter, polished and proud
sits a rusted ring that screams so loud
I am that voice that gently pushes your hair
that violently moves these obstacles of a feeble stare
Breathe in, and let my sound consume you

I am the words unspoken on violent breath
the shivers of a spine when there is nothing left
I am the smile that impresses itself upon your tongue
and the whispers of love that've gone unsung
Ever so softly, let me wrap breath around you

Medicinally induced
Theory of sleep

Theory of sleep
Theory of sheep
and its undeniable
counting properties

counting properties
counting prophesies
of wise men in lab coats
Medicated lies

Medicated lies
Dedicated lies
mindful rejection of drugs
convincing promise

convincing promise
convincing solace
drug induced eye-lid droop
Yet still fighting

      Yet still fighting

              Yet still fighting
           The drugs that force
        sleep, doctor recommended
     non-hospitalized coma
induced sleep, deprived

Yet still fighting

Yet still fighting
the convincing promise
of medicated lies
and their counting properties
Theory of Sleep

When they say 'Winter Wonderland'
which winter and from what land?

Is it the one from the North?
where the temperatures are low
the snow is heavy and the icicles grow
The frost covered windows works to ensure
you'll stay inside with hot cocoa and a s'more
Where toys are unwrapped and then put away
to be used on a future warm spring day

Is it the wonder of the East?
Where the snow is light and wet
and the thermostat reads 'cold', and yet
bonfires in the fields and roasted marshmallows
and picking the last petal on a rose mallow
to be place on the wreath hung on the wall
made of remnants of memories of the last fall

Or could it be the wintery West?
Where the locals are wearin' sweaters
as they play in the chilled weather
where the stiff, cool breeze creates a shiver
across houses decorated in gold and silver
as people come to visit family and friends
and dream of staying till'  summer's end

Or maybe it's the wonderful South?
Warm and sunny all year round
where Santa stays when not suited and gowned
where the fires stay lit, but only for effect
outside, off of giant couches, families defect
and shaken snow-globes provide the only snow-filled day
So where, pray tell, does your winter wonderland lay?

With my back pressed firmly against the wall
I heard a whisper amidst the winds
It sounded enticing, but something was wrong
The words were jumbled and the tone was bumbled
as they ran through the grass, the notes stumbled
and tumbled,
from trees as they fell with the rustling leaves
the bustling breeze
the hustling freeze, stuck on off toned keys
singing, bleeding, screaming
until I was begging please, please
For voice of the ****** from it's own hoise
and became nothing but noise
that struggled to find poise against my stonewall soul

Had a nightmare
that scared the death out of me
there were no monsters
that I accidentally set free
there were no blades
or falling from trees
there were no train wrecks
or swarms of killer bees
there were no crazy viruses
or hordes of zombies
all it was, was simply you
turning your back on me.

Forged by the blood upon the ramming ships bow
Gun smoke rising from fired cannons, port side
Missiles launch, starboard side, skyward bound
Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!

Lights shone from signalmen fore
Bring flashes from rifles by ******, port side
Naval fly-boys on the starboard side, **, coming about
Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!

Cut 'em off and Capture the Savage
So don the iron, Monitor, and defend the 'Sota
For the Midway is close, the codes broken, the ships sinking slow
So, Raise, 'O Raise the First Naval Jack
Quickly up the flag pole aft!

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

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.

Cascades, cascades
Veils of rain
Never ending, Never rending
Faith in pain
To see is to explore
in the dim lit night
To see I implore
by hidden moon light
to the ways of the waves
as the rain cascades
on umbrella's held high
but only semi-dry
are the eyes and the sighs
and the little black ties
on doorknobs unlocked
precariously ensconced
those cries of pain
by the pouring rain
Unexplained
Unrestrained
Unexplicitly refrained
When the cloud flies
The crowd sighs
And the children unequivocally
sing

It's all right there, just stay focused
The more you focus, the faster you'll be done.
Like the steak from last night
So good, and the service made it all right
And that waitress; What a sight!

Sight, stay on the task at hand
Just focus on getting out of work and all will be fine.
Like the print on that contract yesterday
and tomorrow, I'm gonna tear up the highway
and maybe get a jealous glance or two thrown my way

My way, my way. The only thing keeping me here is my brain
This rain, this rain, makes my A.D.D. go completely insane
*Insane like that rhyme I just made.
Hey I'm a poet, maybe I could make an A.D.D. poem!
I wonder if there is cure for.........I think I can go for some ice cream.

In this world you've tried
kept M'onsters you still hide
Memories stuffed in closets tight
out still oozes M'onsters' slime
turning the night to wasted rind
and running circles in looped time

'We're all so very tired', they say
but with lights on they lay
'cuz in the dark is when you memories play
and nightlights 'on't work to keep'em at bay
so with bright lights they lay
hoping your M'onsters stay away

M'onsters 'll stay as long as they choose
but I've got a lock to keep the door closed
a touch in a latch and a demeanor so soothed
that no M'onster can squeam its' way through
So dim the lights and let my shining love prove
and consider those M'onsters properly shoo'ed

I was laying awake in bed when
a lame pick-up line came to mind

   "Are you tired girl? 'Cuz
   you've been running through my head all day!"

I was bored so I broke it down

I was thinking of you when I woke up
wondering when's the next time I'd wake to your skin
I was thinking of you when I got dressed
and how you'd always ask if your clothes made you look thin
I was thinking of you when I poured coffee into my cup
and how you'd curl your nose at my coffee-breathed kiss
I was thinking of you while I flossed
dreaming of your smile which sends my heart into doing flips

I was thinking of you as I drove to work
and your love texts I'd get throughout the day
I was thinking of you during my break
how you'd wiped the ketchup off my face that first date
I was thinking of you as I waited for the bank clerk
you were excited as they rep handed you our new house key
I was thinking of you while I was picking up a steak
and how beautiful you looked when it rained on our picnic by the sea

I was thinking about you as I drove around town for an hour
and how I missed your loving eyes when I'd pull in the drive
I was thinking about you while I cooked my dinner
oh, how I missed the way you baked my favorite pumpkin pies
I was thinking about you as I was taking a shower
and the steamy nights that started where I stood now
I was thinking about you as I had laid my head to sleep
and I was thinking about how tired you had to be now
   somehow

I think I'll let you run a bit longer in my dreams.

Quaint 'heart-shaped' design home that is 'rent-to-own' by owner
Due to recent storms, much needed repairs are required
Attached is a detailed list of the damages, that if you so choose
the owner will lower the price if you decided to move in sooner

The roof was initially damaged as lightning suddenly struck
blindsided by her sudden change of attitude
The windows were then busted in as the winds picked up
bombarding me with questions on false premise
Not soon after, the rains poured in, leaving the carpets a-muck
words that soak into the skin, leaving me miserable
And as the rains came down, so started the hail against the cruck
pounding relentlessly as the mind started cracking
While the walls were being soaked the wallpaper began to free
revealing the internal problems to those who knew
Then, with a final gust, it knocked down the steadfast tree
crashing through the walls, exposing myself to you
And as the calmness set in, it was clear the damage done to me
set a smile upon her face as she traveled away

If you assist the owner in the repair of this 'Heart-house', he may allow you to step in
and provide input on how you think this heart should heal with you in it.
Immediate response is required. Call the number attached for more info if you desire.

Maybe the sky is falling down around us,
Maybe the world has turned against us, my Love
Maybe fate has another plan for our heart, a direction
Maybe we'll fall back in line with the constellations
Maybe the vultures will fly for our love, circling skies
Maybe we'll cry, just cry

Or,
Maybe we'll be rebels and fight the clouds, Love
Maybe the stars yearn, burn for our love
Maybe we'll burn the world in its tracks
Maybe fate has given us a test of the heart, we'll pass
Maybe the doves bring with them a fig, a sign
Maybe, without you I'll die

Maybe, Love, I'll be there the next time you cry
Maybe, Love, I'll clothe you in skin the next time you so desire
But there is no maybes, my Dear Sweethearted Love
That you hold in your hand, gentler than the grace of a dove
My pounding heart, and all its beating love
And I'm hoping that maybe you'll understand, Dear Love
That I want to charge through this with you, hand in hand

Twisting painlessly, yet uncomfortable under these wings
of angels and Mary, Him and His cross
No feeling of love, no feeling of help
No relief from the tormenting thoughts
twirling under the duress of nothing
Words waning into the void in the back of my mind
and in time, singing empty silence of the devoid
Lost, staring at the ceiling as one would read a book
tuning out the world and focused on symbols written on parchment
Turning pages with my eyes, reading each line
Each chapter different
Learning, speaking to you with ears open, seeking your words out of the sky
Yearning, burning desire that leaks into my pores, causing motionless sweat
Hurting, the chapter that is reread with despair
and I read with emotions splayed for those to see
who would dare look into my eyes in my moment of private consultation?
For if you so choose to look without breaking my silence, you would see
the strings attached to my chest, playing my mind like a puppet
tugging my heart with each excruciating word that runs through my mind
a pain like a scar; too much to bare but you press it anyway
And as I sit in this room, thinking such things
near tears and ready to disappear
I realize that these spread angel wings are not for me
and the ****** is ****** no longer
His son is the one that loved us
as proof that he hangs no longer
But He doesn't cry for me, and these prayers go unanswered
These screams of love have yet to cease, and we aren't any closer
Half a country away from your touch and your love
seems much farther away to me
then the touch of angels on a endless sea
where the Holy child sleeps in Heaven above

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.

Violets are red
Roses are blue
Gloves are for feet
Hands go in shoes
Pants hang on flagpoles
Flags hang out of pants
Water is for mopping
Save it on fake plants
Hungry people eat
Starving people starve
Recycled paper saved the forest
Just another product to be carved
Park benches are for bums
Parking lots are for the homeless
Raise taxes to give to the needy
Makes more people jobless
Live flowers to the die-ing
Dead flowers to the sewer
Ghosts are imaginary
Walk around the grave to be sure
Bomb at home injures just one
Mass riots ensues
Bomb at the neighbors kills hundreds
Lets review the latest shampoos
Rap is black
Country is red
The old live longer
But the schools are dead
Think outside the box
Draw inside the lines
I'll make my own indecisions
And let my own colors shine

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...

The night is tiresome
to the sleepless ones
with thoughts racing
without a finish line

Insomnia can be fearsome
carrying loaded guns
that leaves the mind pacing
wasting precious time

The dreamless can't succumb
to the whispers of the Ones
that send the tired bracing
for the bright sun's shine

An Insomniac, I've become
the nights feeling like reruns
while my pillow I am embracing
until my alarm-clock's chime

mashed a ****'n 'n my shirt
had t' sew 'n an'ther 'ne
mashed a ****'n 'n my keyb'ard
n'w I'm a v'wel sh'rt