“You know what’s wrong with this world?
We sell away our innocent girls,
We fight and bicker,
Ignoring the lonely man reaching for another bottle of liquor,
We tell our kids not to smoke,
As we reach for another to laugh and joke,
We point to our happiest guy on file,
Not seeing that he’s hiding behind a crooked smile,
We go to parties and raves,
Forgetting about our veterans who are slipping into the grave,
We argue that the rich man should pay,
While we kick our beggars out of the way,
We believe that race
Has an incriminating face,
Not realizing that under our skin,
We are all kin,
We ignore our newborns grin,
While we go out and sin,
We trample on the desperate,
While we fight over who’s going to be the head of the cesspit,
We say “only a few dollars more”,
Thinking about a raise instead of the poor,
We say “there’s no I in Team”
While our eyes gleam,
Blinded by our greedy dreams,
And we bully those who stick out,
As if they didn’t already have doubts,
Instead of caring about others,
We only look out for our brothers,
But what’s saddest of all,
Is that in the end, everyone will fall,
Regardless of wealth, power, age, or race,
We are all going to be gone without a trace,
Except for a few daisies marking our grave."

"What is there to gain,
From enjoying the rain?
Is it hearing the raindrops
Pitter patter on the treetops?
Is it seeing the drenched bunny,
Scurrying home to his honey?
Or is it hearing the birds chatter away,
As if they are ready to play?
It could be the rumbling thunder
that scares some and others wonder?
Or is it the flashing lightening,
A brilliant display but rather frightening?
It could be relaxing or soothing,
A perfect time to do some snoozing,
But after a long day,
in the rainy month of May,
A good book and a cup of tea
is all that I need,
and after a while,
I might look up and smile."

"I'm swimming in the garden of my thoughts,
My heart is planted in a cracked ***,
Its afflicted by the disease of the soul,
That feels like a grinding pole,
My conscience is buried under ground,
Screaming out but I didn't hear a sound,
My legs are writhing in twisted thorns,
And my arms are hollowed out by the worms,
My gleaming eyes are pecked out by the crows,
The only thing left is my tattered clothes,
And my spirit lay chained to a rotting pumpkin,
Tottering around as if it was drunken,
The sun bleaches the bones of my desires,
Seeping my strength and leaving me tired,
My ruminations are blown away in the wind,
As if meticulous hands were keeping them trimmed,
I clamp my ears against the whispering voices,
Their insidious ideas are a dripping poison,
Suddenly I blink, and scratch my face,
I didn't know my mind was such a desolate place..."

"Let me tell you about a magical land,
Buried a long time ago by the sands,
Where night owls
Eerily howl,
Where evergreens glow,
And mountains grow,
Where the newborns are old,
And the old won't listen to what they are told,
Where it rains upside down,
And the thunder makes hardly a sound,
Where they celebrate strife,
And cry at new life,
Where fish jumped in nets,
And the pious made bets,
Where foxes had wings,
And bears talking was a thing,
Where the flowers grew on clouds,
And the people lived in purple mounds,
Yes, this was in a land long ago,
Only remembered by the crows."

"Grandad how I can be like you?
I've tried and I don't have a clue,
He smiled tenderly and said,
Son, all you need is a suit and to use your head,
But grandad my head is full of lead,
And I don't understand what you said,
Let me explain, then you can use your brain;
You need a pocket full of dreams,
Imagination sown into the seams,
You need a checkered tie,
That won't let you lie,
You need a black vest,
That lets you do your best,
You need to turn down your collar,
So you won't look like a brawler,
You need a striped shirt,
So you can learn how to flirt,
He winked,
And the boy blinked,
You need a leather belt,
So your heart stays strong and won't melt,
You need a fine pair of trousers,
So you don't become a coward,
Some polka dotted socks,
So you can be as sharp as a fox,
A silver watch,
To keep you away from the scotch,
And a slick pair of shoes,
So you'll never see the blues,
And you'll do mighty fine,
and show the world your shine."

"I sit in a grand oak tree,
I wonder if it knows it's me?
It's halfway through June,
And it's been long since noon,
I spent the hour climbing up its strong limbs,
I couldn't help but give away a grin,
The leaves would playfully slap at my face,
Before they would settle back into place,
The woodpecker gave a startled look,
As I disturbed him from his quiet nook,
And the passing bumblebee,
Eyed me curiously,
But finally I reached my spot,
Quite comfortable and out of earshot,
And I snoozed the day away,
Feeling the whisper of the wind where I lay,
Shuffling the leaves like a deck of cards,
And swaying the branches over my yard,
Watching the sun slowly slip down,
I gave out a small frown,
For my day was slipping away like the sun,
It was like a tearful goodbye to a loved one,
Soon rose the silvery moon,
And I had to leave soon,
I whispered to the tree goodbye,
I'll try to be back for sunrise."

"Intrigue gives me a flirtatious gaze,
Mystery puts my mind in a haze,
I take long walks with deception,
The shadows change my perception,
I'm the ruler of the crows,
The son of a Rose,
I live in the house of mourning,
I take solace when its storming,
I scrape off the pieces of my mind,
That I tried to leave behind,
I'm haunted by the memories,
Of my first time treachery,
I play cards with Chance and Fate,
I roll the dice of Love and Hate,
I'm in a dance with my dreams,
Every time I step forward she turns to leave,
She's a lady with a white watch,
And she's all I got..."

"Let me tell you about Johnny White,
He preached the light,
But sinned at night,
So much so that he lost his sight,
He said I'll pray for you,
Don't act all blue,
Trust in the Lord
And He will be with you,
But he spat in the face of the King,
And said I don't need your crown or your ring,
I'd rather chase my desires,
And play with briars,
Spill some blood,
And roll around in mud
But when the sunshine comes,
He'd go back to preaching love,
He put on a mask,
and hid his flask
Of sin, regret, and all of his temptations,
When no one was looking he'd take a sip for some good vibrations,
For he was empty inside,
An empty husk that couldn't even cry,
He filled his hole with a temporary fix,
Knowing that it wouldn't do the trick,
He tried to run from the One who could solve him,
the only One trying to absolve him,
Who could take him in,
Patch him up from limb to limb,
Give him a new heart and say your in,
No, he kept running,
Listening to the one who was cunning,
believed in his lies,
And thought he could never die,
Everything was just fine,
He told people he was good,
But he was hiding behind his hood,
Until it was ripped off,
he found himself in a standoff,
It was either fall completely to your desires,
Or give up to the One who is higher,
Tears came to his blood shot eyes,
He fell to his muddy knees and looked to the sky,
But saw nothing but a starry night.
A hand reached out and gave him a fright,
He whirled around and saw the King,
the one who offered him the crown and the ring,
He was panting, and ******,
And his fine robes were all muddy,
He stretched out his hand and told him to stand,
whispering, won't you come with me to sing again?"

"I come home from a long day at work,
Glanced at the fridge with a quick smirk,
I throw down my bags and my clothes,
Rip open that fridge door and froze,
Whew, one bottle left,
tomorrow I might have to turn to theft,
I pour that golden liquid into a glass,
Too bad I couldn't share it with a lass,
But I was just drinking away my sorrows,
Getting that fix until tomorrow,
I take a long sip,
Enough to make my heart skip,
I feel a nice buzz in my belly,
Enough to turn my knees to jelly,
So I collapsed on the couch and turned off the light,
Where I often spent my nights,
Soon morning came,
And I had to go to work again,
But this isn't an alcohol tale,
It's my addiction to ginger ale."

You know what makes people thoughtful?
Eating waffles,
Whether they are frozen or homemade,
They always give the potential to create,
Peanut butter and honey?
Or drown it with syrup so that it's runny?
Nutella and sliced strawberries?
Or cover it with **** cherries?
Sliced banana or sugar powder?
Oh the choices in my brain are getting louder!
Toast it and slap on some cream cheese?
Or maybe stack a fortress as you please?
Pour on a rich caramel sauce?
Forget about the rising cost!
But if you turn with glee
To ask me,
I'll just mutter,
"Please pass the butter."

"I sit at the kitchen table,
mulling over my dreams and fables,
softly holding a cup of peppermint tea,
watching the scarlet skies meet the mountains of green,
I wondered if today's sufferings,
would come back in the morning,
or if they would go down with the setting sun,
never to return, like a hit-and-run,
the wind meanders through the trees,
I glance down at my weathered knees,
they had succumbed to a dull ache,
hungry for the evening break,
but I needed to pay my dues,
for that I suffered a bruise or two,
as long as I could lift my head,
I would always have bread,
my little ones would be fed,
tucked away in their warm beds."

“Though I stand on the towering cliffs of choice,
With black clouds above and shrieking wind below,
Your Sprit was with me;
Though I was sinking in the quicksand of shame,
With guilt pointing, and death cackling
Your Servants saved me;
Though I was trapped in the battlefield of my thoughts,
with bullets whizzing and men shouting,
You whispered my name;
Though I was drowning in despair,
And didn't want to come up for air,
You breathed life into me;
Though I was running to my grave,
With demons lighting the way,
You tripped me and helped me turn around;
Though I cursed your name and put You to blame,
You sent your Son to save me;
Though I blasphemed your laws and degraded my humanity,
You still looked down at me with pity and forgave me;
You still cried with anguish over me every night, knowing the next day I'd stab you in the gut, and nail you to the tree,
For my sin was the rusty nails and the thorny crown, but before You died, your eyes still found me and smiled,
With cracked lips and a bloodied face, you saved the human race;
With a puzzled look I went on home, but when I went to bed, I found that I couldn't lie down my head; that memory was emblazoned in my mind, and I didn't know why, after all, I was just a guy named Saul, but somehow, I felt like I had seen the light..”

"When I was a young man I was told,
Don't be a fool and don't grow cold,
Go be the sunshine so you can grow old,
So I started wearing black suits
Instead of track suits
Runnin' all over the place,
A fake smile plastered to my face,
No, I mourned daily,
For those poor souls pushing up the daisies,
I cried for the broken hearted
For the loved ones that were so regarded,
I visited the lonely man in the cell,
Who's going through hell,
I carried the casket,
For the old lady who used to make me wicker baskets,
I fed the squirrels and the doves,
with a grim face and a black pair of gloves,
You won't see me at the pub or the bar,
Drowning my sorrows and holding a lit cigar,
No, you'd see me walking down the street,
setting an example to everyone I meet,
Bending my withered back
to help the orphan boy get back on track,
Soon I grew old, and the years took their toll,
I had to use a wooden cane,
So I could hobble down the cobblestone lane,
I became blind in one eye,
but it never stopped me from looking up at that beautiful night sky,
and telling you,
please don't cry."

"Me and my twisted mind,
Can't help but compare what left me behind,
I get dragged to the past,
Knowing that it didn't last,
My eyes linger
On your fading fingers,
My heart is on auto,
And I might not shift it back to manual.."

"Pitter-patter the rain came down,
Falling over the landscape with hardly a sound,
the waterfowl came out to play,
to them, it was their hay day,
Among the wildlife here,
Strange of all was the young man sitting near,
staring out the window looking for relief,
He was comforted by the wind and the leaf,
Blowing around in an endless maze,
He thought that life was just a game,
Until the unthinkable happened,
And he saw his soul escape,
It fluttered into the wind and the rain,
Not even his hopes and dreams remained,
He was an empty shell, a hollow log,
Of a man that knew no smog,
He was trapped in the dark cave of his mind,
He saw no stars, for he was blind.."

"Her eyes shone like obsidian,
skin as pale as the moon,
Her lips were black as charcoal,
teeth flashed like ivory keys,
Her hair was the color of ashes,
Blowing like a willow tree
Her whisper, like the whimsical wind,
Beckoning me farther in,
I was dancing with death,
I couldn't help but hold my breath,
For I was toeing the line,
And yet I felt so alive."

"Your presence makes my heart soar to the heavens,
Your captivating eyes cause fireworks in my mind,
Your cute nose makes my face glow,
Your alluring lips cause my feet to trip,
Your silky hair acts like a snare,
Beckoning me to drink in your sweet aroma,
Your warm embrace melts my poker face,
Your laughter is always sought after,
The touch of your fingers always makes me linger,
And your smile shines like an Emerald Isle,
So will you be with me, for a long while?"