THERE IS ICE IN MY HEART
AND BLOOD ON MY HANDS
WE ARE HERE ON EARTH
FOR THE DESTRUCTION  OF MAN


WE ARE DESTROYING OUR PLANET
AND CREATING WAR WITH MANKIND
WE WILL NEVER FIND PEACE
IF WAR IS ON OUR MIND


IF WE PUT ALL THE DESTRUCTIVE FORCE
INTO THE POSITIVES OF LIFE
OUR FUTURE FOR OUR KIDS
WOULD NOT BE FULL OF STRIFE

A poem to you
my dear sweet friend
with golden waves
such as sunlight sea
and bright rays of beauty

Thou art the fairest
The kindest, the sweetest
like honey against the tongue
joyous laughter like a melody newly played
thank you for our friendship

I will cherish our memories
and hope to see you soon
for I already miss the little sunshine
I had gotten from you

So, a poem to you
my dear sweet friend
remember how loved you are
how important you are to this world
and that your words will live on
your gentle soul
and your kind eyes
for the friendship you have given was enough to light our whole atmosphere
every star, sun and moon envious of your brilliant light
that brief, sweet sunrise you shared with me.

How could I be so lost,
In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken,
In a family so together?
How could I be so lonely,
Surrounded by so many?
How could I be so unhappy,
Surrounded by such beauty?
How could I be me,
When even I remain a mystery?

framed in a roof window,
a tree
plays a symphony
of motion.
the trunk
conducts the separate sections
of branches and twigs and buds,
blending them together
into one harmony of movement.

Last month my neighbor lost his wife of thirty-three years.
Her friends and family are grieving and shedding tears.
She was sixty-three years old and Delilah Jane Webb was her name.
As her loved ones mourn, they realize that life will never be the same.
I feel sad and so do many others because she died.
I feel bad for my neighbor because he lost his bride.
When a person dies, it's always something that is hard to face.
It's giving her loved ones comfort because she's in a better place.
When she was diagnosed with cancer, it was certainly scary.
People had to say goodbye when she died on the 20th of February.

I once was a kind of smart man;
pretentious to the bone --
I took a pill for the thrill
of masking a part
I thought was gone.

Something, Something
College Dropout
Something, Something
No Good Son
I took a drive to stay alive
because I swore I
was once someone.

I once was a good American;
dollar bills on my bones --
I fell in love with the glove
that covered the debt  
that made me feel alone.

Something, Something
Godless Monster
Something, Something
First Born Waste
I bought a gun to
have some fun and
thought I'd have a taste.

I hope I'm a loving father
and don't vanish in the dust.
There aren't many thoughts
that bounce in this head
I find I can trust.

Something, Something
Standard Loner
Something, Something
Find Me When I'm Gone

Something, Something
Where Am I
Something, Something
Am I Someone

Education?,
What is it?,
Gaining information,
But what i see,
Is memorizing textbooks,
Forgetting after exams,
Or that's what happens,
In my country,
This is suffering,
How is this teaching,
How is someone supposed,
To grow and live with this?,
I'm grateful i get education,
I'm fortunate,
But I'm still in a cage,
I'm not yet free,
Burden of studies,
Burden from parents,
Burden from grades,
Why judge someone strongly,
With grades,
Grades, marks, point is assessment,
Of skill,
Not the whole life,
I personally don't understand,
How this world works.

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.